Still visiting with my dad. I’m using a slow dial up and seem to have some sort of virus on my computer, so this will brief. No movies were seen, but I did beat my family (including M) in a game of Scrabble. Victory is sweet. So is the leftover turkey calling my name.
Hope everyone had a happy Turkey Day, and I’ll catch up upon our return, assuming my computer hasn’t imploded.
It is 8:30am, and I have yet to start packing. We were supposed to be on the road by 9. Can you say holy procrastination Batman?
Now I am really off to pack. Except there is still laundry in the dryer…
Mommy: “A, do you need to use the bathroom?”
A: “Hop, hop hop.”
Mommy: “A, do you need to pee?”
A: “I’m not A, I’m a bunny! And bunnies don’t pee.”
Sigh.
So has anyone seen Borat? I was planning on trying to sneak away and see it this weekend because it has been so wildly popular, and if I am going to see a movie I might as well see the one that everyone is seeing. But after actually reading a synopsis instead of just going on the fact that the rest of America seems to love it, I have no interest. It sounds just awful. Am I missing something? Is it just me? Right now the animated one with the dancing penguins is looking pretty good.
Tomorrow we are off to the wilds of lower New England to spend Thanksgiving with my dad and his family. His house is located in the middle of nowhere so I am fairly confident there won’t be a wireless signal and the wireless card M uses for work is not currently in residence. So I respectfully bow out. I could use one of those emailer services, but that feels sort of like cheating, and, it’s not like I really have anything interesting to say. In fact, I’m sort of relieved about the whole thing.
Now I just have to figure out which holiday projects I am shleping up with me. Perhaps if I use the time I was spending blogging to knit I’ll be able to finish up some of them. Although between that and the bread baking, my relatives are going to have serious flashbacks to what it was like to have my mother in residence. Perhaps I’ll just buy the store-bought rolls and call it a day.
To speak of many things. Of pee and poop and bathrooms, of accidents and potty rings.
Yes folks, we have hit the great brick wall of potty training. A insists on underpants, but yet refuses to use a potty. A catch 22 indeed. Do you know how many times I have cleaned up pee off of the floor, carpet, bed, couch, insert place other than the toilet here? Do you know how much laundry I have been doing? Do you? A lot. A whole lot.
I’m at a loss. The pediatrician is at a loss. But she IS thrilled with A’s growth. Three inches! Three pounds! In only six months! Who cares if she pees on the floor? A strong wind isn’t going to blow her over anymore! But as I pointed out, while growth is all fine and good, the more she eats and drinks, the more she pees and poops. I’m just saying.
Ideas? Suggestions? Because someone isn’t going to make it through this process mentally unscathed. And I have a feeling that that someone is going to be me.
I ordered my holiday cards tonight. Yeah for me! Of course, in my hurry to get them out the door I uploaded the wrong picture, and realized right after I hit the send button. The price to be paid for efficiency I suppose. Gah. I guess only I will know. Well, me and the many of you who I have addresses for…. Just think, the card could have been that.much.more.cuter.
Unlike last year, I won’t be posting the picture for all to see since I was able to get a picture with both kids smiling. It took 210 shots, but I did it. Oh, how I love thee digital camera. So you’ll have to take my word when I say I bought myself another year in the holiday card department. I have had two inspired years in a row, and apparently now people are waiting to see what I came up with this year. The pressure was huge, and I don’t think it was quite as fabulous, but it should suffice.
I am just so excited not to be rushing on December 22nd to get the cards out, that I could care less about the quality….
Thought I was going to miss a day, didn’t ya? Well, it is not going to be much of a post as I am done. D-O-N-E – Done. We had a fun filled morning at the local children’s museum and then this afternoon C and I attended a friend’s birthday party where somehow I ended up in charge of several children as their moms had errands to run and I wasn’t quick enough on my feet to invent some. Which was fine, but my head was whipping around with requests for bathrooms and juice boxes and snacks and did I mention the bathroom trips?
Tomorrow I teach A’s Sunday School class again, and then I am off of Sunday School duty until February I think. It’s fun, in a “I have so much more respect for preschool teachers who have to do this every. single. day” sort of way. So I am off to prepare snacks and arts and crafts projects for an undetermined number of two and three year olds. I’m thinking biblical coloring pages and maybe some popsicle stick picture frames? The picture frames, not so religious, but we’re talking about two and three year olds here. If we make it through the service without me having to duck through pews trying to find a parent because of a major meltdown, it’s been a pretty good day.
So there you have it. Children’s museum, birthday party, Sunday school. A well rounded, child-centric weekend. What else could a parent ask for?
Rebecca put me to shame, giving everyone a virtual tour of her home long after I promised pics of our house. And since y’all lived through the move with me, and Rebecca and family have never seen the new homestead with furniture, I thought I would finally get around to them.
I’ll skip the entry as that was covered in the previous photo tour.* It hasn’t changed much, the dry clean only covers are still on the benches, and probably will stay there until they get so gross that I cave and make some more practical ones. I did get most of the tools moved down te basement though.
So from the entry, you can go straight up the stairs…
(note the coat closet the size of a pea and the banister that M installed over the summer), left into the living room or right into the dining room. We’ll go right into the dining room so everyone can oooh and ahh over the paint job.
Oooh, ahh. It doesn’t match the rug as well as I thought (the rug picture didn’t come out) but I’m not going to repaint it anytime soon. Maybe the rug will fade now that it sees the light of day.
But enough about the paint, let’s continue on to the kitchen, which is through a door to the left of the dining room table.
Lots and lots of white cabinets. Great for storage, not so great for keeping free of paint, mud, and food fingerprints and smudges.
There is a lot of stuff on the counters. I know. But I can’t quite seem to get the kitchen organized right. I think I just have to take everything out and start all over again in the organization department (M is rolling his eyes right now).
And look, the kitchen table did fit! As you can see, C and A are in the middle of making a castle out of tin foil and paper. Because we are all about castles now that Julia and Evan live near the queen. Off to the right there, you can see the door to M’s office…
and proof that my husband does indeed love me.
Bookshelves! In the kitchen! For my cookbooks! I’ve chosen to ignore the fact that the only reason they got put up was because he didn’t want the cookbooks in his office. It was because he loves me I tell you. But I digress…
Behind the kitchen table is what we choose to call the odd place.
We have no idea why it is there, since the family room is not even two steps away. For now, it is the train room. If anyone else has any suggestions on what we can do with it once the train stage is over, I’m all ears. The angle looks a little odd because I am standing at the top of two steps that lead down into the room.
Speaking of the family room, here it is. The picture is taken from the top of the stairs to the odd space. Just so you know how close we are talking here.
Do you see the sunlight? Do you see it? Do you see how happy all this sun makes me? Happy happy happy. So happy that I only yelled for a little bit right now when C decided to cut a hole in the only pair of sweatpants that still fit him. Hmm, I wonder where I put that Carter’s Outlet coupon….
Anyway, here is the chair in which I blog and knit.
Lazy cat is snoozing on top. It seems to be her favorite place to sleep in this house. So as I type there are generally kitty snores and purrs in my ear. It makes knitting a bit challenging though, as she likes to bat at the yarn.
Finally, to complete our tour, the living room, shot from the family room. If you look closely, you can see dumb cat snoozing. Clearly not catching mice. The diet hasn’t worked out so well.
The living room is the dumping ground for everything that hasn’t found a home. And very dark because all of the lights are still over at the old house lighting that in hopes that someone buys it. So if you are coming anytime soon (or not so soon, let’s be realistic here) don’t expect to sit in the living room, ‘kay?
Next week we’ll head upstairs, much less exciting. Bedrooms. A small hallway. A pink bathroom.
*And if you check out the photo tour, you can see where all the furniture was in the the old house. Fun fun and more fun for all those interior decorators out there who are rolling their eyes right now and saying “NO! Don’t put the couch against the wall! It’s rule number one!” But where else are you supposed to put them?
The rapid approach of Thanksgiving means that one of my all time favorite preschool songs is being sung by my two favorite preschoolers. All the freaking time. But yet, I still love the song, and a friend even caught me singing it in the middle of the grocery store the other day. “What song?” those of you without small children might ask. “I didn’t KNOW there were Thanksgiving songs!” Trust me, there are songs for every holiday known to man. I am just waiting until C comes home with one for Administrative Assistant day.
Anyway, without further ado, here are the words to my favorite Thanksgiving song, as best I can tell anyway.
Five little turkeys playing by the door. One ran away and then there were four.
Run turkey run turkey, run far away as soon it will be Thanksgiving Day!
Four little turkeys sitting by a tree. One ran away and then there were three.
Run turkey run turkey, run far away as soon it will be Thanksgiving Day!
Three little turkeys playing skip-to-my-lou. One ran away and then there were two.
Run turkey run turkey, run far away as soon it will be Thanksgiving Day!
Two little turkeys resting in the sun. One ran away and then there was one.
Run turkey run turkey, run far away as soon it will be Thanksgiving Day!
One little turkey, not having any fun. He ran away and then there were none.
Run turkey run turkey, run far away as soon it will be Thanksgiving Day!
