Ideas!

Yesterday, standing in my kitchen, I had this wonderfully good idea. It involves more counter space, and that alone makes me all a-quiver with happiness. The total counter space I have right now is somewhere around 5 feet, and only about a foot and a half actually gets used for cooking and baking. The rest has cupboards directly above it, making it impossible to even use a hand mixer in a bowl over there.

So, I ran the plan by the husband unit, who would end up doing lots of it, and he thought it just might work. And, we'd pretty much have the materials for it. Handy thing, to have a sawmill out in your yard. Oh, it's nothing to drastic, only a little rearranging and a little building, since I don't feel like putting to much into a house I detest. But...boy would it make a difference.

I'm keeping the fingers crossed that even as soon as this weekend, I might get to make some changes!


Oh, and total Oliver/playdough time topped out at about 7 hours. He only took a break to go cut wood outside with his dad. Incredible. Who knew he had the attention span?

Welcome to Tuesday

We just rediscovered play-dough. (Thanks, Mom!) That is a good thing. He's going on about an hour...this creates much peace amongst the rest of us.

I just put the younger down for a nap...with a bottle in one hand (trying to wean that) and an empty milk jug in the other. I decided taking it away wasn't worth the fit she'd throw.

So now, we're finally settling in for the day. The morning was a little...well, I'll call it rough.

Now, to do the laundry, round up some lunch and get everything ready to take to the accountant tomorrow. (read: sort through receipts and invoices and enter 'em in the book...Should be fun!) Nothing like last minute, right?

And to stay warm, cuz baby, it's cold (again!) outside.

4:30 and he's still going strong with the play-dough. Ate lunch on the job, and took a short break to go outside with dad. I am lovin' this stuff!

Do you ever feel as if you could scream your wishes from the rooftops, dance a jig and do cartwheels, but no matter what, you just won't be heard???

There are some people in my life that tend to make me feel just that way. And you know what? After a while, it gets darn hard to overlook things again...and again...and again. It makes me want to BURST at the seams. But, burst I have done before, and that, my friends, is counterproductive.

So tonight, I kept it civil. Then came on here to let off a little steam.

Thanks:)

So, I just finished drying some tears and tucking my boy back in. He listens to a Robin Hood book on tape nightly while falling asleep, and tonight was no different. But when I heard the tape click off, he started crying. And not the 'delay sleep as long as possible' type, but true sadness, tears and all. Confused, I asked what was wrong. He told me "Robin Hood all done."

Now, we have this rule, very stringent, ONE book on tape per night. A while back, it was out of control, he'd ask for one over and over. So, I was ready to put my foot down. Glad I didn't. I told him he'd been really good this evening, so he could listen to it again. And what-da-ya-know, the volume was turned off...he didn't hear a thing the first time. Huh.

So, this big long story leads me to ask: just how long do you think he'd have lain there waiting if it hadn't clicked off??? I mean, the sense of time just isn't there! Being told 'just a minute' must be so abstract to little kids. I tend to forget that minutes can really seem like hours and hours like minutes. Guess this is another one of those times that I'd love to know just what he's thinking.

Those stickers came in the mail the other day. Hours of free entertainment.

He's a smartie

Coming home from church, driving down our still bumpy road, Oliver informed me "it be really bumpy, need to pick it up." "Huh??" I asked, and very know-it-all-like, he informed me: "need to pick up the rocks, so it not be bumpy." Heh. Sounds like work to me.

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In other news, we acquired a kitty today. My mother-in-law found it outside her work a few days ago, half starved, with frost bitten toes. (I'm also wondering if those really pink ears might have been a little too, as well as a spot on her nose. Poor thing.) She's been at Eric's grandma's, and today we brought her home. So far she hasn't done much other than eat, hide/sleep and purr. I really debated weather I wanted an indoor cat, but I was over-ruled; the kids love animals, and Eric thought it'd be alright. I decided she'd be alright since she's already housebroke, and seems to be very friendly and kid loving. Hopefully once she's healed up, she'll be indoor/outdoor...(emphasis on the outdoor.) Oh, and that mouse Eric saw in our room this morning was the clincher.

Now she just needs a name. Oliver's suggestions include "Two"(?) and "Cat." Anyone got a good one? She's all white with the gray on her forehead and the tip of her tail. One eye is half blue half green and the other is green.

We enjoyed a beautiful day yesterday, but the winds of change are upon us, and me thinks the cold is coming back-boo.

Have a relaxing Sunday!

Attempting this again...

Computer. Flying shoe. Coffee. Keyboard. Puddle. Sudden blank screen. Scolding. Towel. Blowdryer. Mumbling. Grumbling. Keeping fingers crossed. Musical-start-up-notes. Sigh of relief.

You connect the dots.

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Casualties: touch screen. And my cup of coffee.

Random

Thoughts from this morning:

• How cold is it gonna be today?
• How long is it going to stay below zero this time?
• How long until spring??
• Why is there spaghetti on the kitchen ceiling?
• Yum, this coffee sure tastes good with Dove chocolates.
• ECFE went great this morning...the kids made penguins, then proceeded to fight over them on the way home.
• How many times will Oliver ask 'what was that??' when we drive over bumps on our VERY bumpy road?
• I'm guessing many millions.
  
• Is it really possible to keep a clean kitchen?
• How many times do you think I've picked those canned goods up from the living room floor?
• Why are the bath tub toys always dumped behind the toilet?
• I sure wish the toilet handle would stay on the toilet so I didn't have to reattach it every time.
• Ahh, Elsa's taking a nap.
• She'll probably wake up just in time to leave for work. Perfect.
  
• Once again-how long until spring?

And a final piece of advice from a Dove wrapper: Sleep under the stars tonight. Hmm, do you think they meant that when its below zero? Think I'll pass.