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. 

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