There is not a laundromat with WiFi access in the area
There is not a laundromat with a kid play space, either.
I guess I'll settle for the laundromat that's in the safe part of town.
Off to raid the piggy banks for $20 worth of quarters
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
It's Headquarters
Larry is assigned to.
(big sigh of relief)
So he is extremely unlikely to deploy in the next year, he has the opportunity to try for flight school next year, and he will have regular working hours, no call.
It's only a 1 year appointment usually, so come back next year for another nail-biting episode of waiting to hear what he will be doing..
And I didn't know what it was he is going to be doing, until now.
Headquarters is where he will be the Dr processing those out of the military on medical or adminitrative discharges. He's 'doctor' of 2000 people at a time. I think he can rise to the occasion.
Now.. the next order of business- clean up the disaster that the house has become and find somewhere else to live. (rent or otherwise) Or convince landlord boy that he should change the carpeting.
And in the TMI front...
We solved the mystery of the recurrent UTI's in one of the girls...
pinworms.
ugh.
ugh.
ugh.
ugh.
nasty.
Heading to the laundrymat with EVERY sheet, blanket, towel that we own later today.
I wish there as a laundrymat that had WIFI access. Then I could kill a couple birds with 1 stone.
hmmm.. maybe there is.. going to google it...
(big sigh of relief)
So he is extremely unlikely to deploy in the next year, he has the opportunity to try for flight school next year, and he will have regular working hours, no call.
It's only a 1 year appointment usually, so come back next year for another nail-biting episode of waiting to hear what he will be doing..
And I didn't know what it was he is going to be doing, until now.
Headquarters is where he will be the Dr processing those out of the military on medical or adminitrative discharges. He's 'doctor' of 2000 people at a time. I think he can rise to the occasion.
Now.. the next order of business- clean up the disaster that the house has become and find somewhere else to live. (rent or otherwise) Or convince landlord boy that he should change the carpeting.
And in the TMI front...
We solved the mystery of the recurrent UTI's in one of the girls...
pinworms.
ugh.
ugh.
ugh.
ugh.
nasty.
Heading to the laundrymat with EVERY sheet, blanket, towel that we own later today.
I wish there as a laundrymat that had WIFI access. Then I could kill a couple birds with 1 stone.
hmmm.. maybe there is.. going to google it...
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Well... the weekend draws to an end.
And yet again, I forgot to call my parents before it's 11:30PM in their time zone...
So~ Mom and Dad~ I didn't forget about calling you, I just thought you'd appreciate an earlier-than-almost-midnight-call.
To briefly update on the loose ends in my life-
(or not brief, but you can skim or skip it all together)
On where will we live~~
The most recent "oh, I want this one" house we were outbid on.
I think that was the last one out there that we hadn't heard "no" from, other than the short-sale with-fruit-trees-and-solar-panels which is now in bankruptcy and will be another 6 months or so before we could possibly get in it.
The available inventory is pretty slim here in our price range. And I had a real feeling that we shouldn't move until September, so for whatever that reason, I'll hang tight and not sweat it. Tho I really can.not.wait. until I can get out of this house with the carpet that totally grosses me out.
As to what Larry will be doing and where he will be-
Larry was assigned to "headquarters" in an email and "2-11" in a sheet that was passing around.
Either way, knowing is so much better than not knowing and the fear of the unknown.
"Headquarters" is assigned to the higher-ups. A really nice position (as I understand- and a less likely to deploy one) if you're not intimidated and can play the games. BUT they will see Larry and he will have to get in shape and stay there. (you don't hear me complaining about that one)
"2-11" is Artillery. They're not deploying until May and it was a job Larry was a little envious of when he didn't know where he was assigned- they are the people that make the big loud bangs in our back yard. My little boy's dream job- blowing stuff up all day. It's also not a patrol unit so his chances of meeting an IED are lower. Strange the stuff I now find myself knowing and worrying about.
He did survive his 3 days in the wilderness eating locusts and honey (oh, wait, wrong story.. make that cold MRE's). And came home with a uniform, helmet, flack jacket CAKED in mud and as second uniform far from clean. But, as I predicted when I approached him that at least camping at Sequia in a tent, even with an air mattress would be better, he still said "no way am I sleeping on the ground on a vacation"
One of those 2 jobs means he'll be out "in the field" alot more than the other. I forget which, but I think it's the headquarters one that he might not likely deploy, but he'll be sleeping in the wild and doing other Marine-stuff. OOh Rah.
He saw a real life rattlesnake. And not in a glass case as the ones I've seen. And he yelled 'rattlesnake' and the Marines he was with said "don't touch it" and then proceded to try to capture it. I thought it was machismo from the younger crowd, but in reality they said the paper work for rattlesnake bites was worse if one of the "trainees" got bit.
On the Family Entertainment Scene~
I decided to take the kids to the movies. Real in-the-theater movies.
Sundays have free movies at the theater on base and they had "Monsters Vs Aliens" which had kinda ok reviews.
BIG mistake.
They ate the better part of 2 large tubs of popcorn before the opening credits began.
The remaining bit was dropped on the floor inducing tears from the 2 year old who wanted to still eat it.
And he wouldn't stop talking - "look, mommy, look!!" and I remember how not long ago at all I was worried that he didn't talk at all.
He then ran up and down our row and tried climbing over the row in front of us. It is a really really big theater and we had the entire area to ourselves, so he wasn't *really* bothering anyone. I hope.
And then Kayla decided it was scary and wanted to leave. Joey did not want to leave before it ended. He had to see the end. And he has a real completion need, and had really been on his best behaviour since he really really really wanted to see a movie in a real theater, so it didn't really seem 'fair' to him to take him out before the end just because his brother and sister were antsy.
So she climbs on my lap, JM sees that she's on my lap and decides he also needs to be there. So he climbs up on the other leg with his water bottle and then dumps it on all 3 of us. brrrrrr. nothing like cold water in ice cold air conditioning to keep you awake.
We survived. I can say "hey, I took you to a movie" in the broadening their cultural experiences. Next time I'll leave toddler at home.
Toddler actually fell asleep on the way home and would not wake up for dinner. So he's in bed. I can hardly wait to see what un-godly hour he wakes up in the morning. But he certainly needed some sleep. Last night he climbed out of bed repeatedly. I tucked them all in, folded a load of laundry and turn around adn there he was- naked. wearing shoes. He loves wearing shoes. And apparently didn't like his PJ's.
Just living the live of paradise here~~
So~ Mom and Dad~ I didn't forget about calling you, I just thought you'd appreciate an earlier-than-almost-midnight-call.
To briefly update on the loose ends in my life-
(or not brief, but you can skim or skip it all together)
On where will we live~~
The most recent "oh, I want this one" house we were outbid on.
I think that was the last one out there that we hadn't heard "no" from, other than the short-sale with-fruit-trees-and-solar-panels which is now in bankruptcy and will be another 6 months or so before we could possibly get in it.
The available inventory is pretty slim here in our price range. And I had a real feeling that we shouldn't move until September, so for whatever that reason, I'll hang tight and not sweat it. Tho I really can.not.wait. until I can get out of this house with the carpet that totally grosses me out.
As to what Larry will be doing and where he will be-
Larry was assigned to "headquarters" in an email and "2-11" in a sheet that was passing around.
Either way, knowing is so much better than not knowing and the fear of the unknown.
"Headquarters" is assigned to the higher-ups. A really nice position (as I understand- and a less likely to deploy one) if you're not intimidated and can play the games. BUT they will see Larry and he will have to get in shape and stay there. (you don't hear me complaining about that one)
"2-11" is Artillery. They're not deploying until May and it was a job Larry was a little envious of when he didn't know where he was assigned- they are the people that make the big loud bangs in our back yard. My little boy's dream job- blowing stuff up all day. It's also not a patrol unit so his chances of meeting an IED are lower. Strange the stuff I now find myself knowing and worrying about.
He did survive his 3 days in the wilderness eating locusts and honey (oh, wait, wrong story.. make that cold MRE's). And came home with a uniform, helmet, flack jacket CAKED in mud and as second uniform far from clean. But, as I predicted when I approached him that at least camping at Sequia in a tent, even with an air mattress would be better, he still said "no way am I sleeping on the ground on a vacation"
One of those 2 jobs means he'll be out "in the field" alot more than the other. I forget which, but I think it's the headquarters one that he might not likely deploy, but he'll be sleeping in the wild and doing other Marine-stuff. OOh Rah.
He saw a real life rattlesnake. And not in a glass case as the ones I've seen. And he yelled 'rattlesnake' and the Marines he was with said "don't touch it" and then proceded to try to capture it. I thought it was machismo from the younger crowd, but in reality they said the paper work for rattlesnake bites was worse if one of the "trainees" got bit.
On the Family Entertainment Scene~
I decided to take the kids to the movies. Real in-the-theater movies.
Sundays have free movies at the theater on base and they had "Monsters Vs Aliens" which had kinda ok reviews.
BIG mistake.
They ate the better part of 2 large tubs of popcorn before the opening credits began.
The remaining bit was dropped on the floor inducing tears from the 2 year old who wanted to still eat it.
And he wouldn't stop talking - "look, mommy, look!!" and I remember how not long ago at all I was worried that he didn't talk at all.
He then ran up and down our row and tried climbing over the row in front of us. It is a really really big theater and we had the entire area to ourselves, so he wasn't *really* bothering anyone. I hope.
And then Kayla decided it was scary and wanted to leave. Joey did not want to leave before it ended. He had to see the end. And he has a real completion need, and had really been on his best behaviour since he really really really wanted to see a movie in a real theater, so it didn't really seem 'fair' to him to take him out before the end just because his brother and sister were antsy.
So she climbs on my lap, JM sees that she's on my lap and decides he also needs to be there. So he climbs up on the other leg with his water bottle and then dumps it on all 3 of us. brrrrrr. nothing like cold water in ice cold air conditioning to keep you awake.
We survived. I can say "hey, I took you to a movie" in the broadening their cultural experiences. Next time I'll leave toddler at home.
Toddler actually fell asleep on the way home and would not wake up for dinner. So he's in bed. I can hardly wait to see what un-godly hour he wakes up in the morning. But he certainly needed some sleep. Last night he climbed out of bed repeatedly. I tucked them all in, folded a load of laundry and turn around adn there he was- naked. wearing shoes. He loves wearing shoes. And apparently didn't like his PJ's.
Just living the live of paradise here~~
Thursday, July 23, 2009
one more person knocks on my door today
Looking for a previous tenant.....
So.. after the police visit the other morning looking for "Drew" -oh, yeah, and my brother Andrew, known to some of his college buddies as "Drew" was visiting. different last name (unless brother Andrew uses a different last name as an alias...insert suspenseful music here..)
Today a guy knocked on the door looking for Wes (our landlord) claiming to be an old friend.
And while I'm sure he could have been an old friend..
My imagination is taking off. Waay off.
in fact - Hollywood should hire me.
For one- the guy was in his 60's with a thick New-York-Italian accent, complete with partially unbuttoned shirt and big chain with medallion around his neck (really, I couldn't make this up) and well.. kinda out of place here.
Alot out of place here.
And really odd that 30 year old yuppie prep school drunkard landlord would have an "old friend" such as this.
And a little odd that his friend didn't know that he had moved (in fact twice since he left here)
So, I give him Wes' phone number and think.. (a bit later)
"well.. what if he wasn't a friend? what if he's looking to collect on a debt/loan/etc?? what if he's with a particular family of organized crime??? how guilty will I feel if I read in the paper of Wes' surprise demise?? What if he disappears this week never to be seen again??"
No, I have never watched the Sopranos, so, no- this isn't from watching that show recently late at night.
And unfortunately when/if the police come by to ask about the guy, about the only description I can give is above. And he drove a gold or sliver car- a Toyota I think? Maybe a Honda? And the thing on the chain around his neck was a bird of some sort.
I'm sure that would give them a TON of information to go on.
And I'm really really ready to move now.
So.. after the police visit the other morning looking for "Drew" -oh, yeah, and my brother Andrew, known to some of his college buddies as "Drew" was visiting. different last name (unless brother Andrew uses a different last name as an alias...insert suspenseful music here..)
Today a guy knocked on the door looking for Wes (our landlord) claiming to be an old friend.
And while I'm sure he could have been an old friend..
My imagination is taking off. Waay off.
in fact - Hollywood should hire me.
For one- the guy was in his 60's with a thick New-York-Italian accent, complete with partially unbuttoned shirt and big chain with medallion around his neck (really, I couldn't make this up) and well.. kinda out of place here.
Alot out of place here.
And really odd that 30 year old yuppie prep school drunkard landlord would have an "old friend" such as this.
And a little odd that his friend didn't know that he had moved (in fact twice since he left here)
So, I give him Wes' phone number and think.. (a bit later)
"well.. what if he wasn't a friend? what if he's looking to collect on a debt/loan/etc?? what if he's with a particular family of organized crime??? how guilty will I feel if I read in the paper of Wes' surprise demise?? What if he disappears this week never to be seen again??"
No, I have never watched the Sopranos, so, no- this isn't from watching that show recently late at night.
And unfortunately when/if the police come by to ask about the guy, about the only description I can give is above. And he drove a gold or sliver car- a Toyota I think? Maybe a Honda? And the thing on the chain around his neck was a bird of some sort.
I'm sure that would give them a TON of information to go on.
And I'm really really ready to move now.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Living Vicariously
I know I haven't been much for typing anything lately-
most of my known audience for this blog was visiting me here and keeping us busy and off the computer
But, I guess it's time to get through the keyboard all the jumbled thoughts that bounce around in my head.
A big one tonight is Larry. This week he's been in some sort of field medical something or other. (yeah, I'm good with details) He's really been struggling with making weight this year and passing the PRT (physical readiness test- how fast you run 1.5 miles, how many push ups/pulls ups, etc, you can do..) He's had shin spints (and yeah, I know, I kinda scoffed at the idea too- until he had a bone scan that make them look like bad stress fractures).
And as of today he's "in the field" meaning he's somewhere "in the field" with a 90 lb backpack hiking 8 miles or something an sleeping under the stars.
The thought of sleeping in a tent makes his skin crawl. I think "oh, it's fun" he thinks "I'm not sleeping on the ground- ever. I'll pull a camper or drive an RV there" And tonight.. yep.. he's sleeping under the stars. I think he'll look alot more favorable at a tent tonight. But I'm sure he won't be thinking that sleeping in a tent is a good idea of relaxing vacation, either.
Yesterday they had a run. Yep. A real run. With real Marines.
And my husband.
(I hear you laughing)
So.. after not running because of the shin splint problem he's out in the field with real Marines and 20-year old corpsmans.. running.
And while he said "nope, can't run"
They said "everyone runs, Sir"
And he said "can't go further"
They said "we'll push you Sir, everyone runs and makes it"
(and they literally pushed him)
He said "I'm going to fall down and die"
They said "we'll drag you, Sir, we don't leave a man behind"
lol
he could hardly move when he came home last night after their run, I can imagine how he'll be after sleeping on the ground followed by a 26 hour march or some other war-prep torture they do here.
And tonight we bid on yet another house.
OK. I bid with Larry's name (and permission).
I'm actually pretty good at forging his name. Thiswould be might have been the 2nd or 3rd house I've forged his name on the bid contract.(I do not admit to guilt for which I might see police on my doorstep- another story for later in my ramblings)
And it is by far in the nicest neighborhood we've looked in.
Stable- it's the only house for sale.
Nice- too nice- I think they'd throw us out. There wasn't the sound of children either time I was there looking at the house (well, other than the screaming and yelling of our kids..) Our Van will be the oldest vehicle there and it leaks oil on the pale concrete (immaculate) driveway
BUT BUT BUT
It would be in the "best" school district in Oceanside, hands down.
If they accept our pathetic bid, we'd have a house worth 50% more than we paid for it
Not getting my hopes up. We got another rejection today (yesterday?) on the current house I really wanted- next to the owner of 'babyhawk' of all things. (I know my family has no idea who they are, but they're another parent-started company who make baby carries) Larry though it would be cool. I thought it would only be cool if we got along. And we have that (obnoxious) dog and kids issue that I worry alot that neighbors won't like us...
So.. just hoping and praying things work out. In some way or other.
In other no-so-newsworthy news-
life has returned to "normal" as normal as things get, anyway.
The kids are having withdrawal from not having grandma/poppop/cousins/aunt Janelle/uncle Andrew around. The last 2 days there was some serious WII competition between my 27 year old brother and 6 year old son. My son was thrilled to death to have someone to play his beloved "tank" game with and was having convulsions when I told him his WII time was going to be seriously curtailed now that life has returned to normal.
So.. without electronic entertainment, they turned to the tried and true entertainment-water.
Yesterday they poured the dog dish of water (I'm thinking it might have been refilled and re dumped..)over the kitchen and "skated" across the floor.
Long enough for JM to bump his head yet again- he still has a black eye from some fall last week and several other bumps to the head recently- and yet- after 2 seconds of crying he returned right back to "skating" across the floor.
With his brother and sisters. Who also crashed and cried.
But didn't learn since they went right back to it, even after I handed them each a towel and told them to wipe up their mess- nope- they put the towels on the floor and "skated" on them.
So.. just in case you wonder- I'm not sure- are they brain damaged from falling over and over again or just really really slow learners??
It's now well after 9 and they're still awake and causing havoc. I'm wishing *I* could go to sleep, yet they wish they could stay up til 1am. WHY God? Why did you make things that way? It makes SO much more sense to give the adults enough energy to deal with their kids.. ya know?
Yet another unanswered mystery there...
Oh- yeah- about the policemen on my doorstep-
Yesterday- about 8 am I hear knocking at the door. Open it and there are 2 cops (and let me tell you, I had heart failure - especially after a major motorcycle accident in our family this week- the first thing I thought was "oh no- something happened to Larry")
Nope. They are looking for a previous tenant here (friend/roommate of our landlord/owner of the house). I think serving his arrest warrant.
Lovely.
Just lovely.
I forgot to ask what he was wanted for, I was so relieved they weren't dealing me bad news.
Just another week in paradise here~~
most of my known audience for this blog was visiting me here and keeping us busy and off the computer
But, I guess it's time to get through the keyboard all the jumbled thoughts that bounce around in my head.
A big one tonight is Larry. This week he's been in some sort of field medical something or other. (yeah, I'm good with details) He's really been struggling with making weight this year and passing the PRT (physical readiness test- how fast you run 1.5 miles, how many push ups/pulls ups, etc, you can do..) He's had shin spints (and yeah, I know, I kinda scoffed at the idea too- until he had a bone scan that make them look like bad stress fractures).
And as of today he's "in the field" meaning he's somewhere "in the field" with a 90 lb backpack hiking 8 miles or something an sleeping under the stars.
The thought of sleeping in a tent makes his skin crawl. I think "oh, it's fun" he thinks "I'm not sleeping on the ground- ever. I'll pull a camper or drive an RV there" And tonight.. yep.. he's sleeping under the stars. I think he'll look alot more favorable at a tent tonight. But I'm sure he won't be thinking that sleeping in a tent is a good idea of relaxing vacation, either.
Yesterday they had a run. Yep. A real run. With real Marines.
And my husband.
(I hear you laughing)
So.. after not running because of the shin splint problem he's out in the field with real Marines and 20-year old corpsmans.. running.
And while he said "nope, can't run"
They said "everyone runs, Sir"
And he said "can't go further"
They said "we'll push you Sir, everyone runs and makes it"
(and they literally pushed him)
He said "I'm going to fall down and die"
They said "we'll drag you, Sir, we don't leave a man behind"
lol
he could hardly move when he came home last night after their run, I can imagine how he'll be after sleeping on the ground followed by a 26 hour march or some other war-prep torture they do here.
And tonight we bid on yet another house.
OK. I bid with Larry's name (and permission).
I'm actually pretty good at forging his name. This
And it is by far in the nicest neighborhood we've looked in.
Stable- it's the only house for sale.
Nice- too nice- I think they'd throw us out. There wasn't the sound of children either time I was there looking at the house (well, other than the screaming and yelling of our kids..) Our Van will be the oldest vehicle there and it leaks oil on the pale concrete (immaculate) driveway
BUT BUT BUT
It would be in the "best" school district in Oceanside, hands down.
If they accept our pathetic bid, we'd have a house worth 50% more than we paid for it
Not getting my hopes up. We got another rejection today (yesterday?) on the current house I really wanted- next to the owner of 'babyhawk' of all things. (I know my family has no idea who they are, but they're another parent-started company who make baby carries) Larry though it would be cool. I thought it would only be cool if we got along. And we have that (obnoxious) dog and kids issue that I worry alot that neighbors won't like us...
So.. just hoping and praying things work out. In some way or other.
In other no-so-newsworthy news-
life has returned to "normal" as normal as things get, anyway.
The kids are having withdrawal from not having grandma/poppop/cousins/aunt Janelle/uncle Andrew around. The last 2 days there was some serious WII competition between my 27 year old brother and 6 year old son. My son was thrilled to death to have someone to play his beloved "tank" game with and was having convulsions when I told him his WII time was going to be seriously curtailed now that life has returned to normal.
So.. without electronic entertainment, they turned to the tried and true entertainment-water.
Yesterday they poured the dog dish of water (I'm thinking it might have been refilled and re dumped..)over the kitchen and "skated" across the floor.
Long enough for JM to bump his head yet again- he still has a black eye from some fall last week and several other bumps to the head recently- and yet- after 2 seconds of crying he returned right back to "skating" across the floor.
With his brother and sisters. Who also crashed and cried.
But didn't learn since they went right back to it, even after I handed them each a towel and told them to wipe up their mess- nope- they put the towels on the floor and "skated" on them.
So.. just in case you wonder- I'm not sure- are they brain damaged from falling over and over again or just really really slow learners??
It's now well after 9 and they're still awake and causing havoc. I'm wishing *I* could go to sleep, yet they wish they could stay up til 1am. WHY God? Why did you make things that way? It makes SO much more sense to give the adults enough energy to deal with their kids.. ya know?
Yet another unanswered mystery there...
Oh- yeah- about the policemen on my doorstep-
Yesterday- about 8 am I hear knocking at the door. Open it and there are 2 cops (and let me tell you, I had heart failure - especially after a major motorcycle accident in our family this week- the first thing I thought was "oh no- something happened to Larry")
Nope. They are looking for a previous tenant here (friend/roommate of our landlord/owner of the house). I think serving his arrest warrant.
Lovely.
Just lovely.
I forgot to ask what he was wanted for, I was so relieved they weren't dealing me bad news.
Just another week in paradise here~~
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
And other pictures
Uncle John and Irene visited on their way to Florida, that's Kayla and JonMichael they're holding
October 2006
And the "grandkids"
Circa August 2006
October 2006Circa April 2005
And Easter 2004~~
And Easter 2004~~
Pictures
just pictues will take a year and a day for them to download
And just incase you thought I forgot, I am still trying to email them to everyone. Apparently even zipped, I'm having a hard time getting the file to attatch to an email
Thursday, July 9, 2009
It's the little things
That add up to make a day
And the days add up to make a year
The years add up to make a lifetime
And little things like skinned knees that force you to stop everything you're doing and attend to it.
We've instituted a "no blood, no bandaid" policy around here since every bump had them demanding bandaids. Bumps get ice packs made of sewing rice or dry beans in to little packets for the freezer.
And today, Kayla runs into me and sees I have a bandaid on my finger and demands to see the blood.
Uh, well.. there wasn't blood, I just burned it. (I'm a very talented chef like that)
I try to re-direct her attention as she demands a bandaid for a bug bite, crys that she can't walk since it hurts "badly" and whines to be carried to go play with Joey...
I finally make a threat to make her help me clean and she scatters.
And not 2 minutes she comes back with a real skinned knee- with blood- a microscopic amount- but blood. Thrilled at the signt of blood she demands a bandaid. Cries that she can't walk, it hurts too badly...
To be consistent with our policy, I clean it up and put a bandaid on it. And then she gleefully goes out to show her siblings her new trophy.
Ahh, the little things.
Much like all the little thngs I find on the floor that add up to a major disaster
And just another day watching the little things here in paradise~~
And the days add up to make a year
The years add up to make a lifetime
And little things like skinned knees that force you to stop everything you're doing and attend to it.
We've instituted a "no blood, no bandaid" policy around here since every bump had them demanding bandaids. Bumps get ice packs made of sewing rice or dry beans in to little packets for the freezer.
And today, Kayla runs into me and sees I have a bandaid on my finger and demands to see the blood.
Uh, well.. there wasn't blood, I just burned it. (I'm a very talented chef like that)
I try to re-direct her attention as she demands a bandaid for a bug bite, crys that she can't walk since it hurts "badly" and whines to be carried to go play with Joey...
I finally make a threat to make her help me clean and she scatters.
And not 2 minutes she comes back with a real skinned knee- with blood- a microscopic amount- but blood. Thrilled at the signt of blood she demands a bandaid. Cries that she can't walk, it hurts too badly...
To be consistent with our policy, I clean it up and put a bandaid on it. And then she gleefully goes out to show her siblings her new trophy.
Ahh, the little things.
Much like all the little thngs I find on the floor that add up to a major disaster
And just another day watching the little things here in paradise~~
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
More than a week
Since I last stopped in and posted here....
Much has been going on- Larry hasn't had to report to work since a few days after his graduation, so he's been a fixture on the couch- trying to get a new and improved super-duper shopping cart for the business running with our inventory in it.
I survived 2 weeks of swimming lessons. The kids did not pass to the next level which isn't a surprise. We spent nearly every afternoon trying to get them to swim. They're much better than they were, but still no where near the other kids in their class whose parents had them swimming since they were 2. Of course MY 2 year old screams like you're killing him every time you take him in the water. I see remedial swimming lessons in his future, too.
I've been TRYING to get the house clean and organized enough to entertain my entire family who are descending on So cal beginning on Friday, with the final family members leaving 10 days later. The OCD in me is trying to plan meals, snacks, sleeping arrangements, blankets, sheets, etc...
We bid on 2 more houses, got approved for yet another bank's mortgage. Also called several rentals- and now I remember what part of the finding a rental problem was here- no one returns calls or emails timely. So.. all those houses for rent in our neighborhood?? None of them have gotten back to me.*sigh*
Sonia has been obsessed with getting her ears pierced for a while now and finally we gave in and took her. She has pink flower studs and think she's super cool and can't wait to show everyone. Sonia is SUCH a wimp I was sure she wasn't going to go through with it or really fuss after the first was done. nope.
I forgot.
She's also super hard-headed and when she sets her mind to something, there really isn't any deterring her. Worked for potty training and I guess ear piercing. I wish she'd make up her mind to go to sleep at night.
Kayla of course now wants her ears pierced. She'll be waiting a bit longer.
Much has been going on- Larry hasn't had to report to work since a few days after his graduation, so he's been a fixture on the couch- trying to get a new and improved super-duper shopping cart for the business running with our inventory in it.
I survived 2 weeks of swimming lessons. The kids did not pass to the next level which isn't a surprise. We spent nearly every afternoon trying to get them to swim. They're much better than they were, but still no where near the other kids in their class whose parents had them swimming since they were 2. Of course MY 2 year old screams like you're killing him every time you take him in the water. I see remedial swimming lessons in his future, too.
I've been TRYING to get the house clean and organized enough to entertain my entire family who are descending on So cal beginning on Friday, with the final family members leaving 10 days later. The OCD in me is trying to plan meals, snacks, sleeping arrangements, blankets, sheets, etc...
We bid on 2 more houses, got approved for yet another bank's mortgage. Also called several rentals- and now I remember what part of the finding a rental problem was here- no one returns calls or emails timely. So.. all those houses for rent in our neighborhood?? None of them have gotten back to me.*sigh*
Sonia has been obsessed with getting her ears pierced for a while now and finally we gave in and took her. She has pink flower studs and think she's super cool and can't wait to show everyone. Sonia is SUCH a wimp I was sure she wasn't going to go through with it or really fuss after the first was done. nope.
I forgot.
She's also super hard-headed and when she sets her mind to something, there really isn't any deterring her. Worked for potty training and I guess ear piercing. I wish she'd make up her mind to go to sleep at night.
Kayla of course now wants her ears pierced. She'll be waiting a bit longer.
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