By Tanner.
"Please help mommy not to be fussy."
and
"Please help me to keep my clothes on at church." FYI- he de-clothed a bit a couple weeks ago and Ryan & I were not happy. It's not like it's hot outside- it's the middle of January.
1/27/2008
1/21/2008
Worth Mentioning
Several things have occurred over the last few weeks.
First, we went to a Construction Auction and bid on some pre-finished hard wood flooring. We bid against an Amish couple. Interesting. We won 510 square feet at an excellent price. "Congratulations" is said- even if you win the toilets.
Secondly, came the installation. I should have took pictures. No, actually no, I am glad it is done. We thought we were short, but miraculously we made it being shy with just a few planks. Back to the auction for us in August to get the same exact match.
Third, Emma is no longer sleeping in her pack-n-play. This was an option for her. She has a full size bed in her room. Yes she is almost 3. And yes, we are hopeful for the potty success next.
Fourth, Landon says, "Daddy"- not "Mommy". It is as clear as day and he yells it to Ryan as if he won a touchdown with both arms up in the air. Ryan "says" he's working with him on Mommy. I don't buy it.
Fifth, I was bringing a warm loaf of bread and honey to someone whose Grandfather died. I placed it on the front seat passenger side. And yes, Tanner sat on it perfectly flat. It looked like a pita. He had no idea and I asked him, "Didn't your bum feel warm at all Tanner? Like you sat on the bread?" Nope from him, and yes, it was my fault. I left it there. They just got the honey and a hug.
Sixth, we had a roaming big beastly dog in our neighborhood that has a chain like Mr. T would where around his neck. It followed us and the neighbors home from the bus stop and seemed a little friendly. BUT, beastly and I am not a fan. Later in the day I was tending my LDS neighbors happens-to-be-the-girl-I-VT children so she could go to her OB/pregnancy check-up. Oh, don't you worry, that dog bombarded my house when she entered and ran up my stairs and sniffed out my rooms and I stayed downstairs so the more pregnant girl could get him out. I was so brave. The dog FINALLY left and the kids recovered and I hate that dog. It belongs to my neighbor 2 doors down. You would have thought I would have recognized it.
Seventh, we have new pet. In the form of a great shag rug that sheds like a dog. Ryan thinks in a year the rug will look like a hairless rat.
Eighth, we had a visitor. Ryan's sisters husband Nate. He is crazy. And was truly moved by the Louisville Slugger Museum. And he thinks it is incentive enough to move here. And he is crazy- not about moving here- but made us laugh our fannies off.
Ninth, I bought a new table. And got it home thanks to a neighbor. It was from Costco. And Ryan set it all up and guess what? I don't like it. (Laaaacey! was said by him and among other nice things) and so, another nice neighbor helped him take it back. And I bought another table. I have to pick it up Wednesday. Which leads to...
Tenth, I am totally undecided about several factors of insignificance in my life. But am almost decided that I want to be surprised by the gender of this baby. Totally not me. I am a planner. But, I am okay with the surprise. Although, I "feel" like I know what I am having. (Will not be disclosing this in case I am wrong.)
*pictures to come
First, we went to a Construction Auction and bid on some pre-finished hard wood flooring. We bid against an Amish couple. Interesting. We won 510 square feet at an excellent price. "Congratulations" is said- even if you win the toilets.
Secondly, came the installation. I should have took pictures. No, actually no, I am glad it is done. We thought we were short, but miraculously we made it being shy with just a few planks. Back to the auction for us in August to get the same exact match.
Third, Emma is no longer sleeping in her pack-n-play. This was an option for her. She has a full size bed in her room. Yes she is almost 3. And yes, we are hopeful for the potty success next.
Fourth, Landon says, "Daddy"- not "Mommy". It is as clear as day and he yells it to Ryan as if he won a touchdown with both arms up in the air. Ryan "says" he's working with him on Mommy. I don't buy it.
Fifth, I was bringing a warm loaf of bread and honey to someone whose Grandfather died. I placed it on the front seat passenger side. And yes, Tanner sat on it perfectly flat. It looked like a pita. He had no idea and I asked him, "Didn't your bum feel warm at all Tanner? Like you sat on the bread?" Nope from him, and yes, it was my fault. I left it there. They just got the honey and a hug.
Sixth, we had a roaming big beastly dog in our neighborhood that has a chain like Mr. T would where around his neck. It followed us and the neighbors home from the bus stop and seemed a little friendly. BUT, beastly and I am not a fan. Later in the day I was tending my LDS neighbors happens-to-be-the-girl-I-VT children so she could go to her OB/pregnancy check-up. Oh, don't you worry, that dog bombarded my house when she entered and ran up my stairs and sniffed out my rooms and I stayed downstairs so the more pregnant girl could get him out. I was so brave. The dog FINALLY left and the kids recovered and I hate that dog. It belongs to my neighbor 2 doors down. You would have thought I would have recognized it.
Seventh, we have new pet. In the form of a great shag rug that sheds like a dog. Ryan thinks in a year the rug will look like a hairless rat.
Eighth, we had a visitor. Ryan's sisters husband Nate. He is crazy. And was truly moved by the Louisville Slugger Museum. And he thinks it is incentive enough to move here. And he is crazy- not about moving here- but made us laugh our fannies off.
Ninth, I bought a new table. And got it home thanks to a neighbor. It was from Costco. And Ryan set it all up and guess what? I don't like it. (Laaaacey! was said by him and among other nice things) and so, another nice neighbor helped him take it back. And I bought another table. I have to pick it up Wednesday. Which leads to...
Tenth, I am totally undecided about several factors of insignificance in my life. But am almost decided that I want to be surprised by the gender of this baby. Totally not me. I am a planner. But, I am okay with the surprise. Although, I "feel" like I know what I am having. (Will not be disclosing this in case I am wrong.)
*pictures to come
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