It's another cloudy day, but I don't mind. We have had some lovely days thrown in.
Have I mentioned how much I adore Gabriel? Just thought I would. EVEN though, he wakes up five or six or seven times a night from nine p.m. until five or so. He is so cuddly, although I have the feeling once he can walk, that cuddly stuff will be over. Liam never liked cuddling much.
Liam is pretty much potty trained. The sticker chart was a huge success, and he started asking to go potty within in a few days. He still has the occasional accident, and of course, wears a diaper overnight, but otherwise, he can wear clothes now! He decided he did NOT want the chainsaw after all, but wanted a battery operated toy power drill set, so we have ordered that from Amazon, and are awaiting its arrival.
I love Harry Potter. I want to go to Hogwarts and have a Harry Potter themed house (with custom mades, not the overpriced commercial stuff), and live happily ever after.
I love avocados whipped with a touch of olive oil and sprinkled with a bit of garlic and eaten with good quality tortilla chips. For breakfast.
I love income tax refunds and the feeling of peace and comfort having a few dollars in the bank brings me.
We can't all make 60K, so this little few thousand boost feels nice.
I wish I didn't cater to the invisible audience-how adolescent!
I wish I could take my family on vacation and Karl had more vacation time. He is using almost all his vacation to go to Europe. I don't mind him going, and we can't afford for us all to go, but I am jealous and I don't understand why he is going to be gone for 10 days. I would be furious if someone came to stay with me for that long. Seven days is the limit. Period. And for seven days, they had better be VERY close family to me personally. Anyone else a couple days, max. Wouldn't one get tired of houseguests after that? I can't relax when people are visiting. Not to mention, I can't believe he's using his whole vacation to be away! Grrr. Huh. Didn't realize I felt that strongly about it until now. Well, the plane ticket is bought, so I guess that's that.
But I am in a good mood! :o). Almost talked myself out of it, but the dryer is running, fogging up the house, because the hose isn't on right, and I am too afraid of spiders to fix them. I have read and read on them, and brown recluses are common (and I know we have them), but bites are rare and serious bites are very very rare. So...I just have to hope and pray we'll be okay. Sticky traps are about the only good thing to use, because pesticides kill their food and make them more aggressive. And I guess I will say no to shag rugs!I will happy when Tierney gets all the things we are saving for her in the basement out. And I will need to get work gloves for them when they are moving.
I can't believe my first child is planning on getting her own place in a few months. Of course, she'll be shacking up with her boyfriend and possible a roommate. I am old enough to still feel a little embarrassment about that, although almost everyone does it. I guess it would be less embarrassing if she'd wait until AFTER college, but she'll be 19 in September, and I foolishly got married at 19. I knew it was foolish, too! Silly, silly.
There are pluses to this, of course. Caleb can move into Tierney's room, which is a more conventional room that what he has now. One less car to crowd up the driveway.
But I can't imagine not seeing Tierney, not having that person to drift into geekdom with (Taryn IS a big geek, but she is at the age where I pretty much suck all the time). I won't have her amazing practical skills and energy. I am not practical nor energetic. I won't have her personality around. I may start calling her just to hear her voice, and making up reasons for her to come over. She'll probably roll her eyes and growl when my name pops up on her caller ID. I really can't imagine what it will be like to have a child live elsewhere.
Weird. I hope she finishes college and keeps the student loans down. I hope she gets to a place where she makes more than minimum wage before she has a baby. I know I pretty much have no say anymore. Well, we all have our own path, I suppose.
Have I mentioned how much I adore Gabriel? Just thought I would. EVEN though, he wakes up five or six or seven times a night from nine p.m. until five or so. He is so cuddly, although I have the feeling once he can walk, that cuddly stuff will be over. Liam never liked cuddling much.
Liam is pretty much potty trained. The sticker chart was a huge success, and he started asking to go potty within in a few days. He still has the occasional accident, and of course, wears a diaper overnight, but otherwise, he can wear clothes now! He decided he did NOT want the chainsaw after all, but wanted a battery operated toy power drill set, so we have ordered that from Amazon, and are awaiting its arrival.
I love Harry Potter. I want to go to Hogwarts and have a Harry Potter themed house (with custom mades, not the overpriced commercial stuff), and live happily ever after.
I love avocados whipped with a touch of olive oil and sprinkled with a bit of garlic and eaten with good quality tortilla chips. For breakfast.
I love income tax refunds and the feeling of peace and comfort having a few dollars in the bank brings me.
We can't all make 60K, so this little few thousand boost feels nice.
I wish I didn't cater to the invisible audience-how adolescent!
I wish I could take my family on vacation and Karl had more vacation time. He is using almost all his vacation to go to Europe. I don't mind him going, and we can't afford for us all to go, but I am jealous and I don't understand why he is going to be gone for 10 days. I would be furious if someone came to stay with me for that long. Seven days is the limit. Period. And for seven days, they had better be VERY close family to me personally. Anyone else a couple days, max. Wouldn't one get tired of houseguests after that? I can't relax when people are visiting. Not to mention, I can't believe he's using his whole vacation to be away! Grrr. Huh. Didn't realize I felt that strongly about it until now. Well, the plane ticket is bought, so I guess that's that.
But I am in a good mood! :o). Almost talked myself out of it, but the dryer is running, fogging up the house, because the hose isn't on right, and I am too afraid of spiders to fix them. I have read and read on them, and brown recluses are common (and I know we have them), but bites are rare and serious bites are very very rare. So...I just have to hope and pray we'll be okay. Sticky traps are about the only good thing to use, because pesticides kill their food and make them more aggressive. And I guess I will say no to shag rugs!I will happy when Tierney gets all the things we are saving for her in the basement out. And I will need to get work gloves for them when they are moving.
I can't believe my first child is planning on getting her own place in a few months. Of course, she'll be shacking up with her boyfriend and possible a roommate. I am old enough to still feel a little embarrassment about that, although almost everyone does it. I guess it would be less embarrassing if she'd wait until AFTER college, but she'll be 19 in September, and I foolishly got married at 19. I knew it was foolish, too! Silly, silly.
There are pluses to this, of course. Caleb can move into Tierney's room, which is a more conventional room that what he has now. One less car to crowd up the driveway.
But I can't imagine not seeing Tierney, not having that person to drift into geekdom with (Taryn IS a big geek, but she is at the age where I pretty much suck all the time). I won't have her amazing practical skills and energy. I am not practical nor energetic. I won't have her personality around. I may start calling her just to hear her voice, and making up reasons for her to come over. She'll probably roll her eyes and growl when my name pops up on her caller ID. I really can't imagine what it will be like to have a child live elsewhere.
Weird. I hope she finishes college and keeps the student loans down. I hope she gets to a place where she makes more than minimum wage before she has a baby. I know I pretty much have no say anymore. Well, we all have our own path, I suppose.
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