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Last night as Rob and I tackled Mount Laundry at the kitchen table, I noticed that, when I put one of the kids’ wicker laundry baskets on the counter, Murphy became skittish. I couldn’t imagine that the basket was scaring him, but sure enough, when I put it on the floor or moved it towards him, he freaked out.
Maybe he was worried we were going to ask him to help us fold?
Well, unless the aftermath of the rapture includes piles of laundry, dirty floors, and whining children, it appears I am still alive. Or in Hell. It’s actually hard to tell.
It is GORGEOUS outside today; a lovely breeze, bright sunshine - perfection. Rob and Eliza went fishing at some ungodly hour of the morning, so I got donuts for the remaining four children and ushered them onto the patio for breakfast al fresco. I sat down with my coffee and stack of magazines and prepared to enjoy a leisurely morning outdoors with the kids. Within the space of 10 minutes, all but one of the children had fled for the safety and comfort of the indoors. Those three children were my boys.
Larissa shed her diaper and happily spent the next hour playing naked at the sand table as I attempted to herd the boys back outside, which was akin to leading pigs to slaughter.
“Something is wrong with our backyard,” Hayden declared. “When I go outside, I get allergic.”
“My head gets sweaty,” proclaimed Kellan.
“UGGGGG,” Weston groaned, “outside is too boring.”
Within seconds of being ushered outside, they finagled their way back to the sofas, where they lay like exhausted farm workers who had been up milking cows since 4:00 a.m. instead of what they really are, which is a trio of super-lame boys who had to be shoved out of bed at 8:30.
It’s going to be a long summer.
Rob and I went out on a date Friday night. Unfortunately, by the time we left the house, it was too late for us to do dinner AND a movie, so we settled for (more…)
There was a point, two summers ago where my husband and I debated having another child. After much back and forth we made a decision: instead of another baby we’d compromise and get a new dog! Brilliant.
So, decision made, we did the following in quick succession one week in July:
1) Thursday, Friday and Saturday we held a massive garage sale where we sold every last baby-related item in the house.
2) Sunday, armed with the proceeds of the baby-sale, we went out and bought a puppy.
3) Monday morning, after a prophetic dream (which may or may not have come as a result of sleeping on the floor of the living room all night next to a whining ball of fur), I took a pregnancy test, which didn’t so much turn positive as jump off the bathroom counter, club me over the head and scream, “BOO-YA!”
And that’s how we ended up with BOTH a new baby and a new dog. Brilliant. Citing as we usually do, the sage wisdom of reality television, we (more…)
Well, I woke up this morning to barking. Yes, you heard me right, barking. We are now the proud owners of a female golden retriever/chocolate lab mix female who is a really large puppy. She’s not a newborn puppy, I think John said she’s about 8 months old, but I could be wrong, I was half asleep when he gave me the details. She’s very energetic and about as opposite Kappy as can be. She has already showered John, Ryan, me, and (the dog’s favorite) Bella with kisses. By the time she got done giving Bella kisses all of Bella’s hair was sticking up, her face was all shiny, and she had the biggest grin on her face.
**updated**
Zach was very upset by the dog (who does now have a (more…)
Consider this post a departure from the normal flow of my life. I’ll get to telling you about VBS in the next one, I just want to share this now. So as I said excuse the randomness of it.
No movie in my 22 year existence has ever made me cry or choke up. It’s not that I’m not moved by sad or touching movies, it’s just not the kind of person I am. And, before you ask, no, books don’t make me cry either. I never understood people who cry during a movie, matter of fact; I always found them kind of funny in an embarrassing sort of way. I mean if you’re enjoying it, why cry? Yeah, it’s sad, but it’s not actually affecting your life in any way shape or form really, it’s just a 1 1/2 - 2 hour diversion from the reality that is your life. Enjoy it, hate it, or just be amused, but please please don’t cry. Not only is it an embarrassing situation to you the crier, but if I’m there with you I’ll be mortally embarrassed too not to mention uncomfortable since I don’t do tears well from anyone other than my children.
I went to the movie store tonight to drop off some movies and rent some (bought three too but that’s beside the point…). Apparently I did poorly since I didn’t get a single one John likes or wants to see. Since none of them were ones he wanted to see I went ahead and watched one of them tonight after he went to bed. It was a movie I wanted to see when it came out, but I didn’t want to (more…)
Earlier today my husband comes in with the lap top to show me something. Usually when he brings me the lap top to show me something it is some type of must have boating, fishing, or snowmobiling thing he has to have so I quickly said NO! I haven’t totally mastered the art of saying no, but I do pretty well with saying no to these things.
Well when I looked at the page there was a cute little pooch. We have been talking about getting a dog for the kids for a while, but I just hadn’t said yes yet. We used to have two dogs when we lived in Georgia, actually two dogs and one cat. When we lived in Georgia we were out in the country so it was easy to have pets.
But, since moving to Michigan I have been reluctant to have a dog. Our old house wasn’t the best situation for a dog. It was close to a highway and we lost two dogs at this house so I just didn’t want to go through that again. It is hard on the kids and so we kind of pushed the doggy subject out of our minds for a while. Since we moved into our new house, we have been talking about it a little more. I have been procrastinating on it so I had time to think on it.
When he showed me the dog he liked, he asked me if I would rather get a puppy or rescue a dog from the pound. I felt better about rescuing a dog. It is nice having a puppy but I felt better about getting a dog from the pound. My kids are really excited and our little doggy seems to be fitting in just fine. He is pretty easy going and hasn’t growled or barked yet. He has, however, been marking his new territory. I hope he is actually house broken but if he isn’t it’s nothing we can’t handle… Right? Someone say yes.
If you want to see our latest moo (more…)
