Forgive the lack of pants on him- it was warm out and I was mopping the floor and he wouldn't stay OFF the wet floor, so the pants were soaked. Take them off, turn around and THIS is what I get.
I see stitches in our future
Friday, March 28, 2008
Look what I found today
Yes, that would be standing in his highchair which he climbed into himself.
Forgive the lack of pants on him- it was warm out and I was mopping the floor and he wouldn't stay OFF the wet floor, so the pants were soaked. Take them off, turn around and THIS is what I get.
Forgive the lack of pants on him- it was warm out and I was mopping the floor and he wouldn't stay OFF the wet floor, so the pants were soaked. Take them off, turn around and THIS is what I get.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Update on the Cell phone
The light went on, but nobody was home.
*sigh*
We will be getting a new-to-us phone from Ebay shortly.
Apparently it wasn't meant to be fully submerged. Larry tinkered with it, took it apart, but the keypad would not revive to life- so- no power, no calling, no answering, nothing.
*sigh*
We will be getting a new-to-us phone from Ebay shortly.
Apparently it wasn't meant to be fully submerged. Larry tinkered with it, took it apart, but the keypad would not revive to life- so- no power, no calling, no answering, nothing.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Before and After
The Living room paint job:
http://weblog.xanga.com/mamatolittlelions/636144187/look-mom-no-bathroom.html
I can't find the pictures on my computer..but there they are.
AND a big public thank you to God!
For sparing Larry's cell phone after going through the wash.
And in case you're wondering- no, I don't empty his pockets and neither does he.
I washed 2 of his paychecks (ouch!!) if not more. They were nice replacing it the first time. Thank goodness for direct deposit now!
When the cell phone went AWOL I started checking his pants pockets before dumping in the wash (basically by shaking for sound grabbing the fabric in that area feeling for non-fabric feeling things, by no means a perfect way).
Welll........turns out it was in a sweatshirt pocket.
The lurk of my stomach as I was pulling the wash from the washer and seeing it sitting there soaking wet and the panic of 'oh, no!!' was followed by the 'what would a tech-savy-super-wife do?' thought. AH, yes, I'd had read something about this - took the battery out, let it dry.
OK. several hour later. Put battery in. Nothing. Ugh.
Then I remember, it's been missing for several days and when I'm calling it to find it, it goes straight to voicemail (which for us, means the phone is off which in turn means the battery is dead).
Ok.try not to panic. Up to find the charger. Plug it in. Nothing.
Panic and wiggle the cord and the little light comes on.
HALLELUJAH!!
One crisis down for the day.
Real estate lady come back today. That would be my second crisis for the day.
And about that-
I guess if you want someone with EXPERIENCE the thing to do is NOT call just the agency office and say you want to sell your house- you get the person who answered the phone. And you know WHY that person is available? Because they don't have other business. Gives you a huge vote of confidence, doesn't it?
Well, turns out real estate lady graduated/passed her licensing test 2 days ago. yes. 2 days. I don't know about you, but I'm not really confident in anyone who passed something 2 days ago. 2 days after getting my drivers' license, I was a SCARY driver. Same for my nursing license. We would be her first (and so far only) listing.
We're interviewing a new one later this week.
Larry thought decorating in the theme of Easter would be appropriate. The kids loved it.
After the paint job. I am embarrassed to show how cluttered it got so so fast
Bathroom:
After:
Before:
see
After the paint job. I am embarrassed to show how cluttered it got so so fast
Bathroom:
After:
Before:
see
http://weblog.xanga.com/mamatolittlelions/636144187/look-mom-no-bathroom.html
I can't find the pictures on my computer..but there they are.
AND a big public thank you to God!
For sparing Larry's cell phone after going through the wash.
And in case you're wondering- no, I don't empty his pockets and neither does he.
I washed 2 of his paychecks (ouch!!) if not more. They were nice replacing it the first time. Thank goodness for direct deposit now!
When the cell phone went AWOL I started checking his pants pockets before dumping in the wash (basically by shaking for sound grabbing the fabric in that area feeling for non-fabric feeling things, by no means a perfect way).
Welll........turns out it was in a sweatshirt pocket.
The lurk of my stomach as I was pulling the wash from the washer and seeing it sitting there soaking wet and the panic of 'oh, no!!' was followed by the 'what would a tech-savy-super-wife do?' thought. AH, yes, I'd had read something about this - took the battery out, let it dry.
OK. several hour later. Put battery in. Nothing. Ugh.
Then I remember, it's been missing for several days and when I'm calling it to find it, it goes straight to voicemail (which for us, means the phone is off which in turn means the battery is dead).
Ok.try not to panic. Up to find the charger. Plug it in. Nothing.
Panic and wiggle the cord and the little light comes on.
HALLELUJAH!!
One crisis down for the day.
Real estate lady come back today. That would be my second crisis for the day.
And about that-
I guess if you want someone with EXPERIENCE the thing to do is NOT call just the agency office and say you want to sell your house- you get the person who answered the phone. And you know WHY that person is available? Because they don't have other business. Gives you a huge vote of confidence, doesn't it?
Well, turns out real estate lady graduated/passed her licensing test 2 days ago. yes. 2 days. I don't know about you, but I'm not really confident in anyone who passed something 2 days ago. 2 days after getting my drivers' license, I was a SCARY driver. Same for my nursing license. We would be her first (and so far only) listing.
We're interviewing a new one later this week.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Suddenly it becomes very real
I JUST got off the phone with a real estate company to sell the house. They will be here at 7pm.
a 15 person cleaning crew is needed. I have a 4 person demolition team at my disposal!
YIKES!!
Off to clean!!!
I meant to post the pre and post bathroom and living room pictures. I'll find the camera as I clean today and get them up later tonight.
Oh and PS.
HAPPY EASTER everyone!
a 15 person cleaning crew is needed. I have a 4 person demolition team at my disposal!
YIKES!!
Off to clean!!!
I meant to post the pre and post bathroom and living room pictures. I'll find the camera as I clean today and get them up later tonight.
Oh and PS.
HAPPY EASTER everyone!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wind Advisory today
So what better to do than fly a kite?
..............................................that would be NEMO up there in the tree........................................
3 Kites: $3
Time spent in the Cul de sac: 3 hours
Price of the poison ivy remedy needed after getting the kite out of the tree: $6
Bonding with the kids: Priceless
And just for fun:
61 words
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Happy St Joseph's Day
To honnor the patron saint of Carpentry and perhaps to sell this house quickly, I wish you all a Happy St Joseph day.
We are now #8 on the housing list. I'm actually a little torn on that. The base housing is old, not air conditioned and will make running our business from the home a little challenging ( I think, haven't actually lived on base, but pretty sure there are rules regulating it) BUT if we had housing, we'd be super close to the hospital, the commisary, and the school the kids *could* go to if we had to send them to school would also be on base. I was sorta looking forward to a rental house WITH Air conditioning and also added to my wish list- Jacuzzi tub, 2 car garage, fenced in flat yard, new-er kitchen, lots of storage space. Oh, and in a great location- a few feet from one of the 2 gates closer to the hospital..
And on another note-
JM is babbling ma ma ma ma ma. This is progress!
Again, I am torn between my concern about his speech delay and sorta glad there isn't a 4th voice yelling "mommmmmyyyy" followed by their complaint/demand/request.
Like this:
Seat kids at the table, put plates of food in front of them cut up with silverware and ketchup on the appropriate plates.
I am on the way to get my plate and hear:
kid 1: I want a drink, too. I want a drink of milk.
Me: Eat something first
Kid 2: I want a drink.
Me:EAT!
Kid 3: Mommmmmm, can I have a drink, too?
Me: I am still getting plates of food out, will you please eat and I'll get drinks in a minute.
Kid 1: Mom, can I have a drink of milk?
Kid 2: Mommmyyyy, I want a drink, too!
Kid 3: Can I have juice?
Me: IN A MINUTE! ( am still in route the 5 feet from the kitchen to the table with adult plates and probably the food to feed the baby)
Not to be dissuaded.... they start in simulaneously-
Kid 3: I don't like that (pointing to everything on the plate)
Kid 2: my tummy is full
Kid 1: this tastes gross, can I have a drink to wash it down?
Kid 2: I want a drink, too
Kid 3: Can I have juice?
Kid 1: Mom, I dropped my fork, I need another one
Kid 2: Mom, she took my fork!
Kid 3: can I have juice?
Kid 3 more ketchup, please!
Can you image when Kid 4 adds to it?
And on that note-
I heard back from the IVF people yesterday. The ones holding our blastocyctes hostage that told us we couldn't have kids on our own (that would be a topic for a different vent).
There is a 55% change of continuing pregnancy with transferring them.
Can you hear me hyperventilating?
55%!!!!! they gave us 20% last time and we had twins! The nightmare that the 2 blastocytes we have each split and we had 2 sets of idential twin-quads suddenly rushes to mind.
I'm going to need a live-in nanny/housekeeper.
Should probably add a housekeeper room to my house wish list.
We are now #8 on the housing list. I'm actually a little torn on that. The base housing is old, not air conditioned and will make running our business from the home a little challenging ( I think, haven't actually lived on base, but pretty sure there are rules regulating it) BUT if we had housing, we'd be super close to the hospital, the commisary, and the school the kids *could* go to if we had to send them to school would also be on base. I was sorta looking forward to a rental house WITH Air conditioning and also added to my wish list- Jacuzzi tub, 2 car garage, fenced in flat yard, new-er kitchen, lots of storage space. Oh, and in a great location- a few feet from one of the 2 gates closer to the hospital..
And on another note-
JM is babbling ma ma ma ma ma. This is progress!
Again, I am torn between my concern about his speech delay and sorta glad there isn't a 4th voice yelling "mommmmmyyyy" followed by their complaint/demand/request.
Like this:
Seat kids at the table, put plates of food in front of them cut up with silverware and ketchup on the appropriate plates.
I am on the way to get my plate and hear:
kid 1: I want a drink, too. I want a drink of milk.
Me: Eat something first
Kid 2: I want a drink.
Me:EAT!
Kid 3: Mommmmmm, can I have a drink, too?
Me: I am still getting plates of food out, will you please eat and I'll get drinks in a minute.
Kid 1: Mom, can I have a drink of milk?
Kid 2: Mommmyyyy, I want a drink, too!
Kid 3: Can I have juice?
Me: IN A MINUTE! ( am still in route the 5 feet from the kitchen to the table with adult plates and probably the food to feed the baby)
Not to be dissuaded.... they start in simulaneously-
Kid 3: I don't like that (pointing to everything on the plate)
Kid 2: my tummy is full
Kid 1: this tastes gross, can I have a drink to wash it down?
Kid 2: I want a drink, too
Kid 3: Can I have juice?
Kid 1: Mom, I dropped my fork, I need another one
Kid 2: Mom, she took my fork!
Kid 3: can I have juice?
Kid 3 more ketchup, please!
Can you image when Kid 4 adds to it?
And on that note-
I heard back from the IVF people yesterday. The ones holding our blastocyctes hostage that told us we couldn't have kids on our own (that would be a topic for a different vent).
There is a 55% change of continuing pregnancy with transferring them.
Can you hear me hyperventilating?
55%!!!!! they gave us 20% last time and we had twins! The nightmare that the 2 blastocytes we have each split and we had 2 sets of idential twin-quads suddenly rushes to mind.
I'm going to need a live-in nanny/housekeeper.
Should probably add a housekeeper room to my house wish list.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Well... it's Sunday
A whole week has gone by since I last posted.
The house still isn't on the market.
We are only #9 on the housing list. Mind you we were #9 a month ago, then bumped back to #11 then to #10. I think it's just an illusion for you to *think* you'll actually move up.
Nothing particuarly thrilling has happened this week. Probably the most exciting moment was Friday night, Larry and I had a date. We do a babysitting swap with another couple with 3-almost-4 kids, so the swap is pretty even. So.. Friday we dropped the kids off there for some grown-up alone time.
But of couse, we're boring people, so we thought we'd just go out to eat.
The date went like this:
I wanted to go to dinner, we'd had Mexican food last month, so we, (I) was looking for something else- I wanted Thai food. Larry's on a diet, so he's thinking at least he won't over-eat there, so he agrees to it.
There were 2 places listed in the phone book for Thai food- no problem, right?
Uh, yeah.
We finally arrive at the address the first one had in the phone book- and what was there- Thai food? uh, no. An Italian restaurant. Hmmmm.. better check the next place..
This one is in 'downtown' Blacksburg. Well, about the only thing downtown about it is no-parking spaces.. Thirteen times around the block looking for a parking space, much less one large enough to park the bus...
And we find one. Whoo hoo.
Walk and enter the Restaurant. The sign says "winner second place asian food"
Hmmm. Second place? was the Italian restaurant first place?
It's very trendy.
The wine list is 2 pages long.
The food list is 5 items long.
uh, yeah. not what we were looking for...
So, there we are looking at an fairly pricey menu with nothing on it that we want to eat. Now mind you, our Thai food experiences are pretty limited, so it isn't like we could ask- hey, can you make Pad Mei (or insert the right name here). It would be more like- "uh, we had a noodle and something dish in CT we really liked, do you know what we're asking for? no, there weren't crushed peanuts on it....."
So.. we're sitting there planning our escape looking at the "for emergency exit only" door.
We non-chalantly walk out the front door passing the waitress and say, sorry we changed our minds.
Back in the Bus.... thinking..ok.. plan b.. maybe Mexican again? and see a catering truck for a new mexican place and think.. well, why not, I heard it was good.. turn around and find the place.
Know where it was- about 25 feet past our last parking space.
UGH.
Aroung the block 13 more times, this time parking in front of the Thai place we just left, walking up the block and across the street to the Mexican place.
Food was ok. Felt really really old surounded by the swarms of college undergraduates there. BUT, hey, food was decent, Queso was good.. And our kids were entertained without us telling them to eat their dinner 40 times.
See. I told you we were boring people.
The house still isn't on the market.
We are only #9 on the housing list. Mind you we were #9 a month ago, then bumped back to #11 then to #10. I think it's just an illusion for you to *think* you'll actually move up.
Nothing particuarly thrilling has happened this week. Probably the most exciting moment was Friday night, Larry and I had a date. We do a babysitting swap with another couple with 3-almost-4 kids, so the swap is pretty even. So.. Friday we dropped the kids off there for some grown-up alone time.
But of couse, we're boring people, so we thought we'd just go out to eat.
The date went like this:
I wanted to go to dinner, we'd had Mexican food last month, so we, (I) was looking for something else- I wanted Thai food. Larry's on a diet, so he's thinking at least he won't over-eat there, so he agrees to it.
There were 2 places listed in the phone book for Thai food- no problem, right?
Uh, yeah.
We finally arrive at the address the first one had in the phone book- and what was there- Thai food? uh, no. An Italian restaurant. Hmmmm.. better check the next place..
This one is in 'downtown' Blacksburg. Well, about the only thing downtown about it is no-parking spaces.. Thirteen times around the block looking for a parking space, much less one large enough to park the bus...
And we find one. Whoo hoo.
Walk and enter the Restaurant. The sign says "winner second place asian food"
Hmmm. Second place? was the Italian restaurant first place?
It's very trendy.
The wine list is 2 pages long.
The food list is 5 items long.
uh, yeah. not what we were looking for...
So, there we are looking at an fairly pricey menu with nothing on it that we want to eat. Now mind you, our Thai food experiences are pretty limited, so it isn't like we could ask- hey, can you make Pad Mei (or insert the right name here). It would be more like- "uh, we had a noodle and something dish in CT we really liked, do you know what we're asking for? no, there weren't crushed peanuts on it....."
So.. we're sitting there planning our escape looking at the "for emergency exit only" door.
We non-chalantly walk out the front door passing the waitress and say, sorry we changed our minds.
Back in the Bus.... thinking..ok.. plan b.. maybe Mexican again? and see a catering truck for a new mexican place and think.. well, why not, I heard it was good.. turn around and find the place.
Know where it was- about 25 feet past our last parking space.
UGH.
Aroung the block 13 more times, this time parking in front of the Thai place we just left, walking up the block and across the street to the Mexican place.
Food was ok. Felt really really old surounded by the swarms of college undergraduates there. BUT, hey, food was decent, Queso was good.. And our kids were entertained without us telling them to eat their dinner 40 times.
See. I told you we were boring people.
The weather this week was actually beautiful and Larry got home early one day and I dragged him and the kids to the Huckleberry trail again.
He was enthustiastic and said it was about as much fun as getting his back waxed. I offered to wax it, so it would make his day complete. For some reason, he declined. And I'm sitting here writing this, thinking, 'hey, how does he know what it would feel like to get his back waxed?"
So-- here are pictures from that trip.
The highlight was we got to SEE a train (remember Joey's still really excited about 
trains) from the bridge over the train tracks.
trains) from the bridge over the train tracks. A coal train, soo- so it was local culture, nature, outdoors, AND an interest of one of the kids all balled up into 15 minutes.
And the deep thoughts of today-
Can we as Christians agree to behave in a way that doesn't turn the stomach of others watching us? It was mentioned in service today that Sunday after church is the time period that waitresses/waiters (or the politcally corect 'servers') dislike the most. Well, yes, I remember this from my days in those shoes. Sunday afternoons were filled with cheap tippers, cranky people who are difficult to please and incredibly impatient people. All dressed in their Sunday church clothes. Gives an incredibly bad taste in the mouth about church goers.
And I wondered.. why is that?
Is the power/ability to be forgiven of your sins so intoxicating that we forget to go and sin no more? Have we become Pharisees- that we can't look at ourselfs humbly and say/think "woe is me, the worst of sinners" and treat others better than ourselves?
So, I challenge myself to act in a way that others won't say "well, I don't want to be anything like THAT" but rather to act in a way that would be inviting and intoxicating to others who are looking for an inner peace and kindness. Anyone reading this is welcome to joing me in this challenge ;-)
Perhaps I'll use the term that I am a follower of Christ rather than a Christian. There's a whole lot of bad reputation to overcome with the term 'christian'
Can we as Christians agree to behave in a way that doesn't turn the stomach of others watching us? It was mentioned in service today that Sunday after church is the time period that waitresses/waiters (or the politcally corect 'servers') dislike the most. Well, yes, I remember this from my days in those shoes. Sunday afternoons were filled with cheap tippers, cranky people who are difficult to please and incredibly impatient people. All dressed in their Sunday church clothes. Gives an incredibly bad taste in the mouth about church goers.
And I wondered.. why is that?
Is the power/ability to be forgiven of your sins so intoxicating that we forget to go and sin no more? Have we become Pharisees- that we can't look at ourselfs humbly and say/think "woe is me, the worst of sinners" and treat others better than ourselves?
So, I challenge myself to act in a way that others won't say "well, I don't want to be anything like THAT" but rather to act in a way that would be inviting and intoxicating to others who are looking for an inner peace and kindness. Anyone reading this is welcome to joing me in this challenge ;-)
Perhaps I'll use the term that I am a follower of Christ rather than a Christian. There's a whole lot of bad reputation to overcome with the term 'christian'
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Pictures from this week:
This is paint job in the kitchen in progress. The lighter color is the new color. The dirty mop water color is the old color.
From the previously mentioned
Huckleberry trail ride
Huckleberry trail ride
Just because I think it's cool:
Friday, March 7, 2008
I FOUND IT!!!
The truck key I'd been missing for a month.
I'd called every place I'd been asking if a key's been turned it. I even took to driving through parking lots it might have fallen out of my pocket in.
I've been packing/cleaning/organizing for the move, each time thinking it was going to show up..
Ya know where it was?
BEHIND -----THE----- REFRIDGERATOR!!!
no joke. If must have fell down there after sliding down from the key ring and over the pile of stuff that usually sits on the counter between the key ring and the fridge. (yes, ms flylady, I understand what a hot spot it. I seem to be lacking the water to put it out)
We painted the kitchen this weekend, including the wall behind the fridge and lo and behold!! the key. I was so psyched. I'm looking into putting some sort of lo-jack on it. At least everytime I loose my cell phone I can call it until the battery runs out (which of course is usually always when I've lost it) someone need to make lojack for keys and cell phones. really. I'd buy it.
Other than that-
I'll upload some pictures from this month next time. The camera is awol. (ah, again something I'd get lojack for) that and then the little memory card that goes into it that can spend days missing from both the camera and the computer.
We made another journey to the bike trail this week on one of the nicer days when I took a break from my nerotic try-to-get-everything done panic to stop and enjoy nature. It was nice. Until Kayla decided to take a nose dive from the front of the stroller. She was 'too tired to walk', and too prone to wander off her own way, so I had the, uh, opportunity for exercise pushing her and JM in the non-jogging beast of a double stroller we currently own. It was the usual- "he's pushing my seat/pulling my hair" fun time had by both stroller occupants.
Kayla decided as I was making an embarrassing attempt at a jog (pushing the duo glider beast) to catch up to Joey that SHE wanted to run, too, so she stood up in/on/infront of the moving stroller and got run over.
I'm a nominee for mother of the year, so I'm not entirely sure HOW it happened, all I know I was yelling "JOEY WAIT!!" and trying to run with Sonia crying "mommy wait for me" and then Kayla does the flip herself out thing. I'm not sure if he can't hear me over the rattle of his training wheels or if he just doesn't want to hear me. ... I'm sorta thinking someone should invent the remote control arm (al la inspector gadget) for moms- when the kid gets that far away, seems just out of ear shot and not listening... just send the arm out to get him.
Yeah, I'm probably delusional again. (warning: having 4 kids can do this to you, especially when they are age 4 and under)
And in case you've stumbled upon this blog or you know me or whatever.. if you have a name-
can you take a minute to add your name to this petition?
https://www2.hslda.org/Registrations/DepublishingCaliforniaCourtDecision/
CA (where we're moving to) has passed some law taking away the right of parents to home-school their kids. Makes the *cough*Communist*cough* state we moved from look like a taxpaying paradise.
Gotta love living in a free country.
Until next time~
Peace~
I'd called every place I'd been asking if a key's been turned it. I even took to driving through parking lots it might have fallen out of my pocket in.
I've been packing/cleaning/organizing for the move, each time thinking it was going to show up..
Ya know where it was?
BEHIND -----THE----- REFRIDGERATOR!!!
no joke. If must have fell down there after sliding down from the key ring and over the pile of stuff that usually sits on the counter between the key ring and the fridge. (yes, ms flylady, I understand what a hot spot it. I seem to be lacking the water to put it out)
We painted the kitchen this weekend, including the wall behind the fridge and lo and behold!! the key. I was so psyched. I'm looking into putting some sort of lo-jack on it. At least everytime I loose my cell phone I can call it until the battery runs out (which of course is usually always when I've lost it) someone need to make lojack for keys and cell phones. really. I'd buy it.
Other than that-
I'll upload some pictures from this month next time. The camera is awol. (ah, again something I'd get lojack for) that and then the little memory card that goes into it that can spend days missing from both the camera and the computer.
We made another journey to the bike trail this week on one of the nicer days when I took a break from my nerotic try-to-get-everything done panic to stop and enjoy nature. It was nice. Until Kayla decided to take a nose dive from the front of the stroller. She was 'too tired to walk', and too prone to wander off her own way, so I had the, uh, opportunity for exercise pushing her and JM in the non-jogging beast of a double stroller we currently own. It was the usual- "he's pushing my seat/pulling my hair" fun time had by both stroller occupants.
Kayla decided as I was making an embarrassing attempt at a jog (pushing the duo glider beast) to catch up to Joey that SHE wanted to run, too, so she stood up in/on/infront of the moving stroller and got run over.
I'm a nominee for mother of the year, so I'm not entirely sure HOW it happened, all I know I was yelling "JOEY WAIT!!" and trying to run with Sonia crying "mommy wait for me" and then Kayla does the flip herself out thing. I'm not sure if he can't hear me over the rattle of his training wheels or if he just doesn't want to hear me. ... I'm sorta thinking someone should invent the remote control arm (al la inspector gadget) for moms- when the kid gets that far away, seems just out of ear shot and not listening... just send the arm out to get him.
Yeah, I'm probably delusional again. (warning: having 4 kids can do this to you, especially when they are age 4 and under)
And in case you've stumbled upon this blog or you know me or whatever.. if you have a name-
can you take a minute to add your name to this petition?
https://www2.hslda.org/Registrations/DepublishingCaliforniaCourtDecision/
CA (where we're moving to) has passed some law taking away the right of parents to home-school their kids. Makes the *cough*Communist*cough* state we moved from look like a taxpaying paradise.
Gotta love living in a free country.
Until next time~
Peace~
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