WE SOLD THE HOUSE. WE SOLD THE HOUSE. WE SOLD THE HOUSE. WE SOLD THE HOUSE. WE SOLD THE HOUSE. WE SOLD THE HOUSE.
* WE SOLD THE HOUSE
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Camping (Post not intended for those with weak stomachs)
Not really CAMPING, but we got really close. The neighbors have an annual camp-out every year. The whole neighborhood is invited to pitch a tent, bring snacks, enjoy a bonfire, and eat donuts in the morning. I figured I could tough it out for one night, as my bathroom, toothbrush, and refrigerator were, like 10 yards away.
So I pitched the tent, bought stuff for pudgie pies, scrounged up sleeping bags. Howie even joined us for a while. I seriously considered putting the tent up in our yard and sleeping on the couch with the windows open so I could hear the boys, but decided against it.
Here is the view from H's window into tent city. It was dark by the time everyone set up, so I couldn't get a picture of it all but I think there were about 12 tents and 40 people.
Here's a picture of Howie and E by the campfire with Howie actually smiling and not making a stupid face. What a rarity.
A picture of M before all hell broke loose.
So we started about 7pm. Everyone ate dinner before hand, but brought typical camp out fare to snack on. Chips and dip, brownies, S'mores, pop, aformentioned cherry pudgie pies, goldfish crackers, pretzels, whatever.
I DID NOT POLICE HOW MUCH MY KIDS ATE.
Usually I'm sort of good about it.
I think in the end M ate about 6 S'mores, 2 Root Beers, 2 Capri Suns, Chex Mix, 2 Cherry Pies, A gallon of dip with chips, and various marshmallows that weren't attached to graham crackers or chocolate.
At 11:30 we called lights out.
At 11:32 M looked up at me from his sleeping bag and said "Mom, I feel like I'm going to puke". Which he did. All over me, him, his sleeping bag, pillow, sister and webkinz.
In those two minutes Howie had managed to sneak off to a neighbor's house with a bunch of dads who weren't camping. So it was just me, with the puke, E who was sleeping, M who was sick, and H who was ticked because his brother ruined his camp-out. I was trying really hard NOT to alert the other 36 people camping to our dilemma, but needed one of the other dads to go get Howie, which woke up all the tents on our side of the lawn. In the meantime M got sick again ( which solidified my decision to pitch the air mattress ), I got E home to bed, M in the bathtub and H in another tent so he would quit throwing a hissy fit. Howie got back just in time for the clean up. Do you know the logistics of getting a vomit soaked mattress through the opening of a very tiny tent? It can't be done. So I had to crawl on top of the thing and feel around in the dark for the air release valve, which of course was in the middle of the mess. We then took the tent down and folded it so nothing got on the neighbor's lawn. We drug the whole thing back to our driveway, where it sat til this morning and I could deal with it all in daylight.
We won't be camping again for a very long time.
Happy Father's Day
So I pitched the tent, bought stuff for pudgie pies, scrounged up sleeping bags. Howie even joined us for a while. I seriously considered putting the tent up in our yard and sleeping on the couch with the windows open so I could hear the boys, but decided against it.
Here is the view from H's window into tent city. It was dark by the time everyone set up, so I couldn't get a picture of it all but I think there were about 12 tents and 40 people.
Here's a picture of Howie and E by the campfire with Howie actually smiling and not making a stupid face. What a rarity.
A picture of M before all hell broke loose.
So we started about 7pm. Everyone ate dinner before hand, but brought typical camp out fare to snack on. Chips and dip, brownies, S'mores, pop, aformentioned cherry pudgie pies, goldfish crackers, pretzels, whatever.
I DID NOT POLICE HOW MUCH MY KIDS ATE.
Usually I'm sort of good about it.
I think in the end M ate about 6 S'mores, 2 Root Beers, 2 Capri Suns, Chex Mix, 2 Cherry Pies, A gallon of dip with chips, and various marshmallows that weren't attached to graham crackers or chocolate.
At 11:30 we called lights out.
At 11:32 M looked up at me from his sleeping bag and said "Mom, I feel like I'm going to puke". Which he did. All over me, him, his sleeping bag, pillow, sister and webkinz.
In those two minutes Howie had managed to sneak off to a neighbor's house with a bunch of dads who weren't camping. So it was just me, with the puke, E who was sleeping, M who was sick, and H who was ticked because his brother ruined his camp-out. I was trying really hard NOT to alert the other 36 people camping to our dilemma, but needed one of the other dads to go get Howie, which woke up all the tents on our side of the lawn. In the meantime M got sick again ( which solidified my decision to pitch the air mattress ), I got E home to bed, M in the bathtub and H in another tent so he would quit throwing a hissy fit. Howie got back just in time for the clean up. Do you know the logistics of getting a vomit soaked mattress through the opening of a very tiny tent? It can't be done. So I had to crawl on top of the thing and feel around in the dark for the air release valve, which of course was in the middle of the mess. We then took the tent down and folded it so nothing got on the neighbor's lawn. We drug the whole thing back to our driveway, where it sat til this morning and I could deal with it all in daylight.
We won't be camping again for a very long time.
Happy Father's Day
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
What a difference a year makes... * edited 6/6/08
Not quite a year, more like nine months....
First day of school
Last day of school
What am I going to do with them all summer?
E says....
She calls string cheese "Ringo" cheese...I think my dad secretly taught her that.
We brought a guinea pig home from pre-school. She calls it a Ta-gimme-pig.
We woke up this morning to major fog...she said it was "froggy" out.
She LOVES the Gwen Stefani song "Wind it Up"....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qHtkWyNvgU
...because of the "Sound of Music" Lyrics...She begs for it in the car and calls it the "Ley He Who" song, in reference to the yodeling....
* EDIT * This morning on the way back from the gym she was singing "How do you solve a problem like UREA " !!
So call me a obsessed mother, I still think they're funny....
First day of school
Last day of school
What am I going to do with them all summer?
E says....
She calls string cheese "Ringo" cheese...I think my dad secretly taught her that.
We brought a guinea pig home from pre-school. She calls it a Ta-gimme-pig.
We woke up this morning to major fog...she said it was "froggy" out.
She LOVES the Gwen Stefani song "Wind it Up"....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qHtkWyNvgU
...because of the "Sound of Music" Lyrics...She begs for it in the car and calls it the "Ley He Who" song, in reference to the yodeling....
* EDIT * This morning on the way back from the gym she was singing "How do you solve a problem like UREA " !!
So call me a obsessed mother, I still think they're funny....
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Happy Mother's Day !!
Today ranked up there as one of my better Mother's Days. ( Much better than the one 4 years ago when I was pregnant with E. The one where I drove myself to the hospital so Howie could stay home with the kids. Where I was subjected to a litany of procedures and ended my stay by puking all over myself, my hospital bed, the floor, etc. That day was probably #1 on my lifetime list of most embarassing moments EVER, but I digress. ) Today we went to breakfast bright and early, came home and did nothing but read the paper, then took off to the in-laws and then my parents.
E made a suncatcher wrapped in a bag that had her hand-prints on it. H made me a card with a poem. M, well, M has had pneumonia of all things for the past 4 days. So he missed school last week when they were making Mother's Day presents. Instead he found a necklace in my room that I had never taken out of the box. He found it, and pawned it off as his own present to me. HE was fully convinced that he got it for me, even though he swiped it off my own dresser. So what is a good mom to do? OOH and AHH like I'd never seen it before and exlaim what a nice present it was, right? This was mine to begin with, so obviously I liked it. This was not like the time H spent 50 cents on me at the Santa Workshop at school and bought a gold plated eagle pendant with teal trim the size of a half dollar. Did I wear the Eagle? You bet. But I took it off as soon as we were out of his sight.
This necklace was cute. So I attempted to put it on. It barely fit around my neck. HMMM... must be a bracelet....HMMM...falling off my wrist..must be an anklet... ( I am so not an anklet person )... falling off my ankle....put back on my neck at the very last link...taken off as soon as M is out of the room. Back into the box until I can re-gift it to someone with really big ankles or a really tiny neck. JK.
I attempted to link video to the blog today. No such luck. I am brain washing E right now with "My First Little House Books" and "The Sound of Music" . (Wendy, if your reading this I know your laughing!) Anyhow, she knows " Do Re Mi " and I got it on disc.
I got H on the guitar, too. H can play realtively well enough to be able to recognize a couple of songs, enough to impress me after about 8 lessons with a not very good instructor. After about two lessons, we showed up on a Saturday morning for a lesson after a snow storm. Nobody home at the Music Store. We chalked that up to the snow, as lots of things were closed that day. A few more lessons, and at the next one the shop is closed again when we show up. No explanation. I had pre-paid for 3 more lessons, so figured I would follow through with those and then find someone else. 2 lessons go by, and then this Saturday, Howie took him once again, only to find out the guy is out of town. Left without a phone call. So needless to say I have found a new guitar instructor at a different shop. If you want the scoop on shady guitar instructor in town, let me know.
In the meantime I'll keep working on trying to post those videos.
E made a suncatcher wrapped in a bag that had her hand-prints on it. H made me a card with a poem. M, well, M has had pneumonia of all things for the past 4 days. So he missed school last week when they were making Mother's Day presents. Instead he found a necklace in my room that I had never taken out of the box. He found it, and pawned it off as his own present to me. HE was fully convinced that he got it for me, even though he swiped it off my own dresser. So what is a good mom to do? OOH and AHH like I'd never seen it before and exlaim what a nice present it was, right? This was mine to begin with, so obviously I liked it. This was not like the time H spent 50 cents on me at the Santa Workshop at school and bought a gold plated eagle pendant with teal trim the size of a half dollar. Did I wear the Eagle? You bet. But I took it off as soon as we were out of his sight.
This necklace was cute. So I attempted to put it on. It barely fit around my neck. HMMM... must be a bracelet....HMMM...falling off my wrist..must be an anklet... ( I am so not an anklet person )... falling off my ankle....put back on my neck at the very last link...taken off as soon as M is out of the room. Back into the box until I can re-gift it to someone with really big ankles or a really tiny neck. JK.
I attempted to link video to the blog today. No such luck. I am brain washing E right now with "My First Little House Books" and "The Sound of Music" . (Wendy, if your reading this I know your laughing!) Anyhow, she knows " Do Re Mi " and I got it on disc.
I got H on the guitar, too. H can play realtively well enough to be able to recognize a couple of songs, enough to impress me after about 8 lessons with a not very good instructor. After about two lessons, we showed up on a Saturday morning for a lesson after a snow storm. Nobody home at the Music Store. We chalked that up to the snow, as lots of things were closed that day. A few more lessons, and at the next one the shop is closed again when we show up. No explanation. I had pre-paid for 3 more lessons, so figured I would follow through with those and then find someone else. 2 lessons go by, and then this Saturday, Howie took him once again, only to find out the guy is out of town. Left without a phone call. So needless to say I have found a new guitar instructor at a different shop. If you want the scoop on shady guitar instructor in town, let me know.
In the meantime I'll keep working on trying to post those videos.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Birthday Pictures
M's 7th Birthday Party was today. Here are a few pics...
Super Cool Go Kart that goes 12 miles per hour. I put an elephant Webkinz on the seat, when we did the "unveiling" he was more excited about the Webkinz than the Go Kart....
However he quickly figured it out and we couldn't get him off of the thing until the battery needed charged again. ( My mom bought him the helmet that goes with the Go Kart.. This pic is the only time he will be riding it without. )
Family came a little later... which is when he he opened the helmet.
All 3 "boys" got to go with friends to sit in box seats at the Mud Hens game tonight. A perfect ending to his Birthday Day!
Monday, on his actual birthday, he gets to go on a zoo field trip with his class.
Happy 7th Birthday!!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Play Ball!!!
Tuesday when it was 65 degrees out this is how the boys spent the afternoon. This was SOO cool to me, because we have waited forever for them to have friends to play with in the same neighborhood, as well as space to run. You know in our old house, not only were we cramped inside, but we had no yard to speak of and there was no way they were playing in the street.
The cul-de-sac was home plate, the stop sign first, the streetlight second and the mound in the front of our house third. Also cool was the ages ranged from 4 to 12, and they all helped little Sammy, the 4 year old, make a home run each time he was up for bat. M has the red shirt on, H is in the bright yellow.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
A Moldy Revelation
My husband is a wimp. My super strong, sticks-12-inch-long-needles-in-peoples-back, benches-3-times-my-body-weight-husband, is a huge wimp.
Sunday we went to the old house. We have been paying the neighbor there to shovel snow, rake leaves, cut the grass, whatever, until the house is sold. So we went over to pay him and read the gas meter.
I went in to read the meter, but then couldn't get the front door open because the last person who showed the house put the dead bolt on. We hadn't used the deadbolt in 10 years, so it was a little stiff, and I was too weak to budge it. Howie had to come back in the house after I came out to open it. ( Get it? STRONG). He thought he smelled something odd, so took it upon himself to investigate.
His side of the story is that he opened the freezer door and encountered inch thick mold inside. He got a lungful of spores, quickly shut the door, and came out side coughing, hacking and spitting these spores to the ground. I, of course was to blame, as I defrosted the fridge, unplugged it, and forgot to prop the door open.
We left the house with him hocking out the car window and vowing to get a prescription for and antifungal the next day at work. I really thought we were going to have to take him to the ER for a chest x-ray.
I waited until yesterday morning to go back to the house. Howie brought masks home from the hospital so I wouldn't suffer the same affliction as him. I dropped E at a friends house, and stopped at Kroger to load up on bleach, paper towels, a scrub brush, latex gloves, and a new candle so the house wouldn't smell like bleach and mold to the people who were looking at the house at noon.
I thought about putting caution tape across the front door of the house. I garbed up like I was going into an isolation room at the hospital. I opened the freezer door VERRRRRRRY slowly. And laughed. Inside the freezer was an ever so faint dusting of mold. Like powdered sugar on chocolate cake. There was a tiny bit on the ice maker and the basket in the door. That was it. It wiped out easily with a paper towel. I sprayed it with bleach for good measure. It took like 10 minutes.
I'm really glad Howie made it out OK.
Sunday we went to the old house. We have been paying the neighbor there to shovel snow, rake leaves, cut the grass, whatever, until the house is sold. So we went over to pay him and read the gas meter.
I went in to read the meter, but then couldn't get the front door open because the last person who showed the house put the dead bolt on. We hadn't used the deadbolt in 10 years, so it was a little stiff, and I was too weak to budge it. Howie had to come back in the house after I came out to open it. ( Get it? STRONG). He thought he smelled something odd, so took it upon himself to investigate.
His side of the story is that he opened the freezer door and encountered inch thick mold inside. He got a lungful of spores, quickly shut the door, and came out side coughing, hacking and spitting these spores to the ground. I, of course was to blame, as I defrosted the fridge, unplugged it, and forgot to prop the door open.
We left the house with him hocking out the car window and vowing to get a prescription for and antifungal the next day at work. I really thought we were going to have to take him to the ER for a chest x-ray.
I waited until yesterday morning to go back to the house. Howie brought masks home from the hospital so I wouldn't suffer the same affliction as him. I dropped E at a friends house, and stopped at Kroger to load up on bleach, paper towels, a scrub brush, latex gloves, and a new candle so the house wouldn't smell like bleach and mold to the people who were looking at the house at noon.
I thought about putting caution tape across the front door of the house. I garbed up like I was going into an isolation room at the hospital. I opened the freezer door VERRRRRRRY slowly. And laughed. Inside the freezer was an ever so faint dusting of mold. Like powdered sugar on chocolate cake. There was a tiny bit on the ice maker and the basket in the door. That was it. It wiped out easily with a paper towel. I sprayed it with bleach for good measure. It took like 10 minutes.
I'm really glad Howie made it out OK.
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