2019 chapter 2

"Mom, how does water not get in the fish's eyes?!" The always inquisitive 5 year old. He also made yogurt grapes this week. Not the worst of his creations, and they did eat them all. All 3 pounds. 

He also made "power lines" out of pipe cleaners to connect his town. He was sure to tell me that they weren't real power lines, just pretend. Nana and Papa got him a circuit toy for Christmas where he can make a light turn on or a wheel go - it's very cool, and once Bryan did it with him a few times he figured it all out himself - even that if he has the light and wheel go together then the light is dimmer and the wheel is slower. So proud. 

The girls needed to watch themselves eat in my Christmas mirror (it's a regular mirror, but I got it for Christmas and it was still on the ground so they could vain eat). Every time I handed them/they got themselves a snack, they had to come right here to watch themselves. Also, mirrors are a great place to cry and watch yourself be pathetic. 

We got Eggo waffles this week and they're changing my life. I was cooking them one morning (um...I don't think cooking is what I should call it...) and the toaster oven dinged and Blake comes running to me hollering, " Mommy, mommy! It done, it done! I hear that sound. I hear that sound in my ear!" And then I smother it in frosting (whip cream) and everyone is so happy. Wade and Blake both ate a frozen one this morning. So weird. 

Bryan's parents were in town last week. His dad is having a slew of health challenges, all without answers. We were somewhat limited on what he could and wanted to do - ended up hanging balloons on our fence and shooting them with a BB gun from our bedroom window. I should say, that I just shot the gun, I can't say that I shot any balloons - but I did blow them up, so that counts for something. 

It was apparently shorts weather around here this week. We're really enjoying our January weather! Been mostly in the 30's and 40's. Everyone stepped in dog poop. Woohoo. 

Jac's spot. She's eating fruit loops out of a toy cup with a toy spoon. She also loves to sit on this heat vent and tell all about how hot it is in a dramatic tone, "mommy, I soooo hot!!" Even though she'll never move. Sometimes I think she's my dog and Blake's the cat, but this little window percher does have some kitty in her. 

The kids have been finding letters from their name on street and store signs. They discovered that L-A-K-E is Blake's name without the B. We live in LAKEville. It's very exciting. Every time we see it, it's very exciting. 

I was helping Wade clean his room this week and asked him if he wanted something, at first he said no, but I think that's what he thought I wanted him to say (I'm really good at getting rid of stuff. The "Tidying Up" Netflix series is just feeding me! But, I need to allow my kids and husband to keep some crap) so I told him if he wanted it then he could keep it, he replied, in a monotone voice, "Yeah. I think it'll keep this forever until the end of the world."

I did a thing this week:

That was Wade's closet. I have a wardrobe and shelves to put in in it's place. I've had them for over a year. Then on Friday I decided to just knock it down. Sometimes I wonder how Bryan feels going to work and coming home to whatever hair-brained idea I decide to start. Our entire house is a mess right now. Bryan's building his golf simulator in the front room. I took out Wade's closet (left a wood pile in the hallway). Tore off trim in my room (cause why not, there's already a wood pile in the hallway to add it to). Then I've been going through my random crap piles that I've been avoiding and making Goodwill piles, which are all over too. And nothing can be put in the trash can because it's full of drywall. It's a happy mess. Well, it makes me happy.

I also did another thing. A crappier thing. I took off the tip of my right hand ring finger. Not that it was on purpose. I was putting something away in the garage and I skinned a grand ol' chunk off on a screw that we use as a hook. I'm so acutely aware of how much I use this finger, how much it grazes, how it helps me hold and balance things. Also, very aware of how much I wash my hands. The next day Blake took a chunk our of her foot on the hide-a-bed. I felt for her and babied her, cause I freshly knew how much it hurt, but she's fine! She hardly even cares. Even when Bryan changes her bandage (yes, I make him do it), she gives a little "ow!" even though I can see the scab as part of the gauze.  And I'm over here crying when I need to change mine...or just not. Avoiding is a method I employ and enjoy more than I thought I would in my adult life.

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