9.19.2018

2018 chapter 38: September 19

Tonight we played monster hide. It's where you go hide and the monster doesn't seek you, but he smells for you (as explained by Wade). Oh, and the monster counts to 10 and then yells "monster coming!" We have some dark and dreary weather here, and I must say, it was scary. Bryan hid in my closet and I realized he was there a second before he jumped out at the kids, I almost didn't see him - good thing I did, or I probably would've punched him.

We set up a tent in the front room this week. It barely fit, but that's okay, cause the piano was right at their door step. They succeeded in talking me into letting them nap in their one day - it lasted 10 minutes until I made them go to their rooms. I did not fall for that trick again. I took it down a few days ago after kids were in bed (otherwise I'd have "helpers") and the next morning I heard Wade telling his sisters, "Mommy took our tent down! We wanted to play grossery gang in it! What a bad mommy. Bad, stinky, mommy." So much for being the fun mom that put a tent up in the house, nope. I'm the bad, stinky, mom. Haha.


Blake has been SOOOO into the play kitchen. The one we've had for years, it's suddenly of top importance right now. Before naps I always let the kids watch a show, but Blake keeps asking if she can go "pay chicken" (play kitchen...every time I think she wants chicken and I have to go through the interpretation process), as if I'd force her to sit and watch a show. Yesterday I was heating my leg and both girls kept bringing me dinner. Look how dark it is outside my window, that was 9 am! 


Wade built this. It wouldn't be a complete week without a Wade creation. He's started calling his stuff sculptures, I should probably get him to call them abstract sculptures and he'll be so ahead of his time. This one later took the basketball hoop off the wall (it was held up with command strips, so it wasn't a big surprise or catastrophe...unless you're the sculptor) and Wade was obviously very upset. He discovered it when he went into his room for bed and I was doing bedtime with the girls, so by the time I got in there he was sitting there, on his knees, holding the remains of his brilliance. I told him it was okay and we could fix it in the morning, he recovered, only to come out again on the edge of tears because his lights had unplugged in the process and his room was dark. One tragedy after another is so hard. 


Blake discovered the huge tube that was used to unroll my rug (wait, did I post a picture of my new rug?! I don't think so, I'll have to upload it). She played with it for a good 10 minutes before her siblings realized her treasure and then it lasted about 30 seconds. 


Here's my new rug! I used some of my wedding picture spoils to buy it. It was still laying flat here and we still need to put it under the bed more, but I love it. I actually bought another one and then this one popped up in the "you might also like this" section...wouldn't been nice to have that brought to my attention BEFORE pressing buy. I contacted them immediately, but it was Labor Day weekend, so they didn't get to it. But they did pay for the shipping on my return, which I thought was pretty awesome of them, and then I could buy this beauty. I think she needs a name. Something French, cause she reminds me of a Monet. 


We went on a walk in, what we thought was, a break in the storm and ended up getting rained on the whole time. Wade carried a bat the whole way and took his shoes off for better puddle jumping? And look at that happy dog blur!! I was chilly, but I don't think kids get cold. That's not true, kids having fun don't get cold. Grumpy kids are either freezing or burning up in 70 degrees. 


Wade started soccer again! He still isn't good - which most kids aren't, but there are two on his team that are actually good, making Bryan more frustrated. But, Wade did have fun, so that's a huge improvement! He'd run off the field during the practice for his water break and then run back on, with a huge smile. He got more frustrated during the game portion, cause no one gave him the ball. Still work to go, but at least there are some positive emotions to go along with soccer this time around. He keeps asking me this week when his soccer is, and it isn't followed with annoyed sighs and grumbles. The only picture I remembered to snap this week was of the soccer ball getting stuck under a car and daddy coming to the rescue. 


Wade went to a birthday party this week and I after I asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday. He told me he wanted to have a Grossery Gang party. I had been thinking of doing a craft party with lots of tape and stickers and stuff for kids to create with, I asked him if he wanted that kind of a party, he said, "Sure, we can do that stuff at my Grossery Gang party." Then I asked if he wanted a robot party and he said, "We can draw picture of robots and paint them at my Grossery Gang party, we can do whatever you want at my Grossery Gang party." Seems I'm stuck. I better start looking up how to make a toilet piñata (cause a piñata was requested...shoot, I forgot how he said it, cause it was way wrong).

We went all over looking for peat moss this week. Finally stopped a nursery near us and Wade asked if he could stay in the car. I told him he needed to come in and that there would be lots of awesome flowers to look at, he said, "Well, you could just take pictures of them and show me." Haha! He won that round.

Bryan dreamt that I shaved the girls heads and woke up really mad at me.

Jac started crying and this conversation with Wade followed:
Me: Did you hit her in the heard?
Wade: I was just going to throw things at her.
Me: Why would you throw things at her?
Wade: Just to see if she was amazing.
Way to make it sound like you're helping her reach her potential buddy. Clever.

Wow, this week was very Wade heavy. He's been doing stuff this week that I know I'll forget and then it 10 years something will jog my memory and I'll miss this time.

My leg still hurts. I think it's starting to get better. I might just be hopeful. But after sitting for dinner I stood up like a normal person, it didn't take me forever. Now it's just beyond tight and the tightness is going down into my calf and up my back - nothing like bending my neck and feeling the burn in my thigh. It's been a really fun month. Topped with our electric dog fence breaking, so I need to bend down every time to put Stella on a leash. Oh, and I get to either drive a manual car or climb into a truck. Such a fun month.

We still don't have a new car. We test drove one on Monday and went back to buy it on Tuesday when we noticed a big rust spot on the back - my only guess is that the hatch was up when we were making our round on the car? Not sure, but we walked away. I was super sad this morning to walk to the truck in the rain instead of getting into my new car in my garage.

My friend turned 40 this week! We threw her a 5 year old themed party, complete with balloon arches and cotton candy drinks. It was a blast. My job was decor, my forte. I've figured out big balloon garlands now, the trick is to tie the balloons together on two strings and then twist the strings together. I didn't get a picture of the awesomeness, but it was awesome. And I made this streamer photo wall. It got well used.


I've made myself busy this week to keep away the grumps, even though, I am grumpy. Ready for my new car and for my leg to just be a normal leg again. But, I made myself do some projects that have been on my list. First, I put the hooks up in the bathroom so I can hang my towels for the first time in over a year. Felt nice to have the bathroom all in functional order. The middle vanity drawer broke again that night. It's still sitting on the floor.

Okay, that wasn't very good at me being not grumpy. I also moved around some of the shelves in the basement and put some up in our room! These are the same ones that my dad built us when we lived in Northfield! I just had to buy a few more brackets, I shouldn't have, and I'm sure I'll stumble upon the other brackets one day. Oh well.

Basement. Looks so good you almost forget the floor is torn up and there's a sheet up instead of a wall and a door. But, my main life/decor goals are met: places for plants and pictures.


Our room! Again, plants and pictures! And my scripture study stuff and church resources are here for easier access, instead of the basement (I've obviously been using them a lot...). From my doorway, my room is looking so good! From my bed, I see the still green wall and the fireplace with a big hole around it, ha! The plan is to shiplap it, Bryan says we'll do it this winter; I'm feeling like I should put a hefty wager on the statement. 

I almost forgot, these shelves are so crooked that if I put the brackets in holes one off from each other, then they're level. How did that happen? My guess is that I measured from the textured ceiling...but it works. You'd never know...I mean, unless you looked. 


9.12.2018

2018 chapter 37: September 12



We went to a park and had a picnic tonight (aka: calling sandwiches dinner) and Blake ate really fast and said, "Mommy, I win! Watch this!" Then ran over to do her yoga poses. Jac's full mouth and ape face are an added bonus. 

Getting the boring updates out of the way: 
1. We're getting a new car. Bryan and his brother are going to replace the engine in our old car and sell it. The alternative would be to get part of the engine fixed for $2,700 and leave the rest that got damaged and would die at any point. We obviously wouldn't feel good about selling someone that headache, so Travis found an engine for $750. Ultimately it'll be cheaper for us (we'll be paying Trav for his time), LOADS of man hours, but something we can feel solid about selling to someone. Plus, I get a new car! Not in the ideal way, but still exciting!!
2. My leg is still hurting. It's on the mend and it's to the point where I can stretch it some. And by stretch, I mean stand up straight and lean forward 1/2 inch. I've been forcing myself to take it easy, which is extremely hard cause we have gorgeous weather right now. My yard needs me, I hear it calling me as I lay on the couch and watch TV. So dumb, couldn't I have hurt myself in January? I need a good excuse to be lazy in the dead of winter! 

Wade continues to be SUPER into his Grossery Gangs. He built them a gingerbread house out of a box. I'm not allowed to take a picture because it isn't done. But I do know it has a lot of but ip paper furniture and slides and some tinker toy playground contraptions on the top. We had the missionaries over and one of them remembered that Wade was into trash, and that's when it dawned on me that Grossery Gangs are really just a more socially expectable way for him to be obsessed with garbage. While I was making dinner for the missionaries, Wade stood there telling me about his Grossery Gangs in the most long winded way that only 4 - 7 year olds can truly muster. I realized that I was being held hostage by dinner with no escape and Wade's chatter was my form of torture. At one point he said he would go watch Paw Patrol in the basement with his sisters, he even made down the first step before he remembered something hilarious that he already told me, but had to tell me again. As much as I am completely not interested in the specific content, I do enjoy listening to his imagination at work. I do enjoy listening to what he enjoys. Good thing, cause Imma get the enjoyment for a while. 

We went to the recycling center today to drop off a bunch of chemicals (I cleaned out the garage and had boxes of inherited old cleaners, paint, car stuff, ect. Dad, you'd be so proud of the organizing I'm doing out there) and I had to come up with answers about why we have to take these chemicals to a recycling center, where the recycling truck that goes to our house takes their recycling, ect. Then I got to hear Wade piece together holes in my story or things that I apparently didn't elaborate enough. Like how we can't put chemicals in the pipes cause then it might get in our water. And that they can't go in the garbage cause then they'd go to the dump and into the earth (I actually told him that one). And how the recycling place that the recycling trucks go to is too far away for us. 

We visited a water tower this week. I've thought about it before, but lots of them are surrounded by chain link fences. And it's not like it'd be a long activity, so who want to get three kids out of car seats for maybe 3 minutes just to get them back in? We went to a park and there was one int he parking lot. Serendipitous. This opened me up to an onslaught of specific water tower questions that I was not prepared for. I wikipedia-d it when we got home. I now know a sufficient amount for a 4 year old. The main thing we learned from our visit: it's really big. Oh, and there's a door. 


Oh, and there's a door. As Wade would says, "So, that's crazy!" We've been working on not saying stupid. I explain that there are lots of words to choose from that are a better choice than stupid. My favorite is when he says, "This is ridiculous!" or "That's rubbish!" But crazy and silly are the most regularly used. Today he's been saying, "Well, that's sure a surprise." 

Wade sat next to me at the park and found a berry on the ground and said, "There's a berry on the ground right here. And Barry lives next to our house. That's so funny. I don't know. There's so many berries, right?!" 

Jac's tantrum that ignored until she lost steam (yes, apparently she is capable of losing steam. Only at certain times of day): 


And her getting ready in the morning: 


We had the busiest weekend. Friday we our family friend got married. She was the first person I trusted to watch Wade. We sit with her parents every week at church and we would not have survived these last three years with three little kids without them. It was a beautiful wedding and wonderful to be with them. My girls matched the wedding and then their cousin showed up and they were all matching - too perfect. 

Oh wait, before I get to far - let me say that on the way Bryan's parents got a flat tire. We stopped to help them and walked in moments before the procession. So, my superstition that everything I touch breaks, it's gaining more ground. Okay, now cute pictures of my kiddos: 


On the way up Bryan introduced them to "What's up? Chicken butt!" And my ability to get them smiling in pictures is as easy as that stupid joke, sometimes I need to venture out to non-creative alternative of "taco-butt" or "smelly-butt" and then I get a whole new wave of laughs. 



There were sheep (and an electoral fence!) and cat at the venue. The girls were very pleased. 



We drove home and it felt so late and we kept telling our kids that they were going to bed so late, that we ended up believing our words and we were all asleep by 9:30. Then we all slept in until 8:30. My entire family got 11 hours of sleep. 

Saturday we went to a tailgate BBQ party. Guys shot shells, Wade complained about the noise. Kids discovered the garden and got help picking some carrots. And they all took turns pushing each other on the swings. And Blake buddied up to the right kids and got herself a turn on the 4-wheeler. Daddy went with her. 


Sunday we went to the 49ers/Vikings game. It was way fun. Nana had all the kids and that was the funnest part. The most thrilling part was that as a last minute decision I snuck in some food and got away with it! I am so lame. We were the few reds in a sea of purple. And we lost, always embarrassing. 


Ring around the rosie's with Daddy. 


Blake is becoming a Barbie girl - I'm so proud. Also, we apparently need more Barbie clothes. 


We made nature hearts this week. Such a silly activity that Wade LOVED! Every night he says that he wants to make more hearts tomorrow. I went and cut all my dead zinnia's and that just fueled the enjoyment. 



Blake got bored. She started decorating her car with flowers - y'know, to stay in the flower fight with the siblings. Oh, and she was not cool with anyone touching her abandoned heart. Not cool people. 


When the kids get in trouble Blake has taken to saying, "Not me! Not me!" and putting her hands up in the air. I will say that's she's honest, she only says it when she actually not involved. Today I was buckling Jacqueline into her carseat and I told her she was being silly and Blake said, "Not me. I not silly. Not me." Always so adamant she doesn't get grouped in with everyone else. 

Yesterday I heard Wade crying in his room during quiet time. I didn't rush because I assumed he was just devastated over some toy falling over (and cause I couldn't rush...stupid leg). I get in there and he's stuck in a wood green box. His butt was in it and his feet and arms were out and he couldn't move. Poor kid. I helped him out and turned my face so he couldn't see me laugh.