Bang!

oh dear Moses! We are having the siding replaced on two sides of the house this week. This house is a champ at maintaining and proving its' nickname ''The Money Pit'' Ugh! Add this to the list of things that are not fun to use a tax return. This crew is working through some nasty wind, with gusts up to 30mph, they are balancing on ladders in the air! The idea of that is just terrifying to me. The men are great entertainment for the children. Trent runs around the house yelling BAng BAng BAng! He has always loved hammers and has recently found the love of his toy saws. Maybe he'll build houses like my Bepaw. Rich and I are enjoying the large construction dumpster on the driveway. Awesome garage cleanout happening. And since we cut the 140' of holly hedge last weekend, all that is going away as well. NO endless hours filling leaf bags with spiney branches. I'm hoping the stone I bartered a landscaper for will arrive this week. The weekend looks like it's going to be beautiful weather. Last Saturday, we spent 8 hrs pulling weeds in the yard. My hands hurt!

Russia Loves Me

I only know one person in Russia, but I'm pretty confident he doesn't read my blog. Yet, I've had 64 hits in the last week. Just wanted to say 'hi!' Welcome to my blog of randomness.

Me looking Back.

The anxiety has snuck in a little this week. Hello, unwanted friend. Can't say I'm happy to see you.

You see, I'm off all the meds now, which means I get to feel everything that comes with you.

Challenge accepted.

I go deep within, trying to find what is bothering me. That little tick on my subconscious that causing the flutter in my chest and sleepless nights.

On goes the music to distract my mind before I fall asleep. Wait. I listened to music to go to sleep back in high school?! What? No way. You were with me even then.

Anxiety is sneaky. Depression is just the tag along that comes with him. And they blind-sided me this time.

Give me some time to regain my footing. There's a lot to sort through.

He said, She said.

The kids are getting funnier! The last few weeks have left us with some good ones to laugh at.

Trent tells ONE knock knock joke at 21 mths old.

Trent: Na Nack!
You: Who's there?
Trent: Moooooo!
You: Moo who?
Trent: saw wee(sorry)

We are not too sure where the 'saw wee' comes from but when you here this joke 30+ times a day...not so funny anymore.

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The weather is warmer now which means the kiddos are playing with/in the water table again. Yes I said IN! Trent climbed into it and sat down. I thought nothing of this because hey, if he wants an elevated pool fine.

Until you find that your kid was sitting in a poopy diaper IN the water table. Sighhhhh. That's ok, Nora and Andrew swam in poop once too. If I could find the post I'd link to it just for nostagia's sake.

I brought the kiddos inside and stripped them down in the laundry room. Started the wash. Turn around and they are chasing each other naked through the kitchen. Trent is SHRIEKING happy squeals.

Me: Nora what are you doing to him that is so funny?
Nora: I grabbing his pee pee
Me: what?!
Nora: I grabbing his pee pee, he likes it!
Me: Noooooo! You do not grab your brothers penis no matter how funny he thinks it is! (file under: things you never thought you'd say)

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Trent is learning new words. These include the ones that are easily mangled.

Truck = suck (Better than when Nora called them 'cocks'_
Fork = foook (Please don't let this morph into something else)
Spoon - poon
Cookie = Toot tee
Foofee = ? We have figured out its 'coffee'

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Nora was taking a ridiculous time in the bathroom this evening.

Me: What is taking her so long? Has she been taking notes from boys on how long to sit on the potty?
Rich: She very scientifically minded. She is analyzing her feces. (sarcasm)
Me: Yeah...you are going to eat those words.
Rich: (knocking on door) Baby girl are you done in there.
Nora: yes daddy....come look! There is a red poop!
(me hysterically laughing in Trent's room)
Rich: Honey, just flush the potty.
Nora: No daddy it's red!
Rich: Why yes, yes it is. That's fantastic Nora. And now I will defer to mommy on how you made that color.