Monday, February 28, 2011
poop
bad enough that with having dogs comes the added bonus of natural fertilizer all over my freaking yard... but really, their preferred surface to defecate? my deck--you know, where the kids' toys hang out all summer. and we all know who is going to end having to clean that up. Just what i wanted, before i can even let the kids outside, i have to scrape dog sh*t off of and SANITIZE my freaking deck. And that's not not even going into the repair work that needs to be done on it because the little beasts joyfully ate a giant hole in the lattice. yes, dogs are definitely worth all the trouble because of the JOY they bring to the family.
Friday, February 25, 2011
yay!
Dave got a promotion! No more working weekends! We can finally all go to church together more than once a month!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
ugh... phones
my phone died today. Died. Not the battery. The phone. Dead. Won't show the slightest blink. Screen black. Dead. I have never had that happen before. Very strange.
This prompts me to borrow phone from my father-in-law who, conveniently, now lives right across the street. My husband starts to worry that I am dead if I do not answer my phone for an extended length of time, so I had to call and let him know the dealio.
Dad-in-law tells me to go ahead and take the phone for a while. This small occurence of a dead phone spurs a 2 hour conversation (actually 2 conversations--i had to call back 2 hrs later) with verizon. Just what i want to do--spend hours on the phone negotiating the best possible deal for both my husband and i to receive new phones. I can't complain about their service, both reps that i talked to were very nice, but it all just took forever! and they had to go between myself and the supervisors to get certain overrides and exceptions, so i could get the online price, and the upgrade price for dave's phone, and trade my upgrade with his.
It was exhausting! and frustrating to do this while dave is at work, so i need to guess if "will he still want this phone at this price?" "would he settle for the cheaper phone?"
There better not be any problems with either one of these phones--i do not want to call verizon again except to pay my bill. even though their cust serv was very good.
This prompts me to borrow phone from my father-in-law who, conveniently, now lives right across the street. My husband starts to worry that I am dead if I do not answer my phone for an extended length of time, so I had to call and let him know the dealio.
Dad-in-law tells me to go ahead and take the phone for a while. This small occurence of a dead phone spurs a 2 hour conversation (actually 2 conversations--i had to call back 2 hrs later) with verizon. Just what i want to do--spend hours on the phone negotiating the best possible deal for both my husband and i to receive new phones. I can't complain about their service, both reps that i talked to were very nice, but it all just took forever! and they had to go between myself and the supervisors to get certain overrides and exceptions, so i could get the online price, and the upgrade price for dave's phone, and trade my upgrade with his.
It was exhausting! and frustrating to do this while dave is at work, so i need to guess if "will he still want this phone at this price?" "would he settle for the cheaper phone?"
There better not be any problems with either one of these phones--i do not want to call verizon again except to pay my bill. even though their cust serv was very good.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
fun new habit
Most people who know Noah are aware that he has an obsession with brushing his teeth. Well, not so much brushing as holding the tooth brush under the faucet and sucking the water off of it. Occasionally he'll throw in a scrubbing motion. Oh and the toothpaste--that is very important. he loves that candy flavored, fluoride-free toothpaste. He will run to the bathroom 3-5 times a day yelling "teeth!"
This shouldn't be a bad habit--it should be good. Just need to tweek the technique a bit. Problems have arisen however.
Problem 1: Seeings that he want the faucet on the entire time (which is a substantial amount of time), his shirt, inevitably gets soaked. Baby not like wet shirt. Baby need new one. Baby not wait till shirt dry. Baby not go shirtless.
Problem 2: Also likes to carry tooth brush around the house. Sometimes he'll lounge on the couch and happily chew away at it (yes, like a dog). constant chewing action tends to ruin toothbrush. He now owns 3 or 4--couple for chewin', couple for brushin'
Problem 3: (linked to #2) This travel brushing that he partakes in leads to lots of other brushing. Brush the couch. Brush the counter. Brush the toys. Brush your own head. Brush the dog. Brush the toilet. (don't worry--that one was thrown out immediately) His is the only toothbrush that i know of that gets washed and disinfected regularly.
Problem 4: this is a new one--just the past few days, but he's quite taken with it. Use other people's toothbrushes! He started out stealing David's. And why not? Davids is awesome! It has Buzz Lightyear on it! It happened a few times, i put the smack-down on that one, and he quit... Till the next day when he realized that Daddy's toothbrush is way better! look how much bigger it is! this one holds lots more water! and it cleans the counter lots faster!
I have made it abundantly clear that it is not ok to use daddy's tooth brush--and he was quite remorseful. Let's see if the remorse holds up till tomorrow...
oh, Noah.
This shouldn't be a bad habit--it should be good. Just need to tweek the technique a bit. Problems have arisen however.
Problem 1: Seeings that he want the faucet on the entire time (which is a substantial amount of time), his shirt, inevitably gets soaked. Baby not like wet shirt. Baby need new one. Baby not wait till shirt dry. Baby not go shirtless.
Problem 2: Also likes to carry tooth brush around the house. Sometimes he'll lounge on the couch and happily chew away at it (yes, like a dog). constant chewing action tends to ruin toothbrush. He now owns 3 or 4--couple for chewin', couple for brushin'
Problem 3: (linked to #2) This travel brushing that he partakes in leads to lots of other brushing. Brush the couch. Brush the counter. Brush the toys. Brush your own head. Brush the dog. Brush the toilet. (don't worry--that one was thrown out immediately) His is the only toothbrush that i know of that gets washed and disinfected regularly.
Problem 4: this is a new one--just the past few days, but he's quite taken with it. Use other people's toothbrushes! He started out stealing David's. And why not? Davids is awesome! It has Buzz Lightyear on it! It happened a few times, i put the smack-down on that one, and he quit... Till the next day when he realized that Daddy's toothbrush is way better! look how much bigger it is! this one holds lots more water! and it cleans the counter lots faster!
I have made it abundantly clear that it is not ok to use daddy's tooth brush--and he was quite remorseful. Let's see if the remorse holds up till tomorrow...
oh, Noah.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
heavenly children?
My little david is the prayer reminder. every nite when we sit down to eat david announces "we need to pray!" good boy. "yup, we do. Go ahead and pray, buddy." he says his prayer; sometimes he will say it's my turn, so i pray also, and then we will eat. Awe, what a good little 3 yr. old to always remember to pray before we eat--he does this at breakfast and lunch as well. Church and Cubbies are having a good affect.
So now Noah wants in on the action.
After david prays Noah shouts "pray!"
"yup, your turn!"
"(jibber jabber) Amen!"
isn't that so sweet that these two very young boys want to pray to God before their meals?....
david: "my turn again!"
me: "ok..."
david: (recites same prayer) "Amen!"
noah: "turn!"
me: "umm..."
noah: "(blada blah) Amen!"
david: "my turn!"
me: "Wait!" the jig's up. i've caught on. the more we pray, the more time we delay actually eating our dinner... oh what angelic children....
me: "it's time to eat now."
noah: "turn?"
me: "no. Eat!"
So now Noah wants in on the action.
After david prays Noah shouts "pray!"
"yup, your turn!"
"(jibber jabber) Amen!"
isn't that so sweet that these two very young boys want to pray to God before their meals?....
david: "my turn again!"
me: "ok..."
david: (recites same prayer) "Amen!"
noah: "turn!"
me: "umm..."
noah: "(blada blah) Amen!"
david: "my turn!"
me: "Wait!" the jig's up. i've caught on. the more we pray, the more time we delay actually eating our dinner... oh what angelic children....
me: "it's time to eat now."
noah: "turn?"
me: "no. Eat!"
Friday, February 18, 2011
dust
dust, dust, everywhere! dust, dust, in my hair! my entire house is sporting a layer of dust. I know it needs to be done--and the sanding should be done by tonite... but the dust is driving me crazy! all i can picture is my kids sucking it into their little baby lungs and licking it off of their food. ok, it's not quite that bad, i've been keeping up with it but it's just EVERYWHERE!
so the wall should be done tonite, then it's just painting and nailing up trim and wainscot. i think. and then cleaning the entire house for noah's b-day party on sunday..., and making all the food, and the decorations. it will be a crazy couple of days.
so the wall should be done tonite, then it's just painting and nailing up trim and wainscot. i think. and then cleaning the entire house for noah's b-day party on sunday..., and making all the food, and the decorations. it will be a crazy couple of days.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
the end of crayons
lovely little david is sitting nicely on the floor coloring--well... 'sitting nicely' and 'coloring' in referring to stabbing through the pad of paper with the crayons with a rebel yell breaking many in the process, but anyway--he was being good. All the while, i am making dinner, while noah toddles off to picasso the brand new, hung the night before drywall. Crayons are wax. Wax repels paint. Lovely.
Leads to me calling my painter mom in a panic asking for advice. Not like you can use soap and water to scrub it off--water ruins drywall. well, her words of wisdom seemed to hav remedied the problem. Used Killz 2 --all good-----i think. if it didn't you are all invited to my funeral
Leads to me calling my painter mom in a panic asking for advice. Not like you can use soap and water to scrub it off--water ruins drywall. well, her words of wisdom seemed to hav remedied the problem. Used Killz 2 --all good-----i think. if it didn't you are all invited to my funeral
oh, noah...
i'm carrying a clothes steamer through the house, and it is, of course, leaking water the entire way. Noah's following after me happily chanting "Pee! Pee! It pee!"
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
home improvement=lots of dust, little sleep
Our projects are coming along well. ish. Hittin a few too many speed bumps for our taste.
Initial plan: build wall across a corner in our living room to cover up the offending hideous rocks (which, by the way, i had to stand with my face an inch away from them and a few are sporting--mildew. um gross. our house is not damp enough for that to even occur. im hoping it's just disguised spotty soot.), mount the TV on the wall up top, fire place below. Awe... doesn't that just sound lovely?
So, anyway, every component that is hooked to our tv has been sent to a separate cabinet across the room. Which means: drill hole through floor behind the tv, run 7 or 8 fat cords through the inch wide hole, pull them through the crawl space (just the term brings visions of mice and spiders scurrying around you while you slither on your belly through spider webs and mouse poop in the dark), into the basement, and up through another inch wide hole into said cabinet. Tedious job. I can't complain because i did not have to go near the dreaded crawl space--i was the cord shover and puller. My giant husband had the priviledge of donning the haz-mat suit and strapping a flashlite to his head and sliding around on his belly. What a trouper.
so, long story short--we had special order 2 HDMI cables (50 footers) for the XBOX and our satellite receiver (aka cable box). We connect everything, and.... TV picture looks like crap. The screen is 'sparkling' with static and loses the signal entirely every 10 -- 20 seconds. Oh my word!! are you joking me! 2+ hours of work and the television is unwatchable. Awesome.
apparently, it all boils down to-- the cables are too long for capabilities of our TV. I'ts like 3 yr. old--50 ft HDMI cables make it look like dinosaur. great.
Dave's friend who deals with this typ of crap all the time tells us that buying a new tv is not necessary (that was the first fear-striking idea that popped into my head), we just need a couple HDMI amplifiers. $40 a pop. you sh*ttin me! Geez!
Whatever, the TV works now.
Initial plan: build wall across a corner in our living room to cover up the offending hideous rocks (which, by the way, i had to stand with my face an inch away from them and a few are sporting--mildew. um gross. our house is not damp enough for that to even occur. im hoping it's just disguised spotty soot.), mount the TV on the wall up top, fire place below. Awe... doesn't that just sound lovely?
So, anyway, every component that is hooked to our tv has been sent to a separate cabinet across the room. Which means: drill hole through floor behind the tv, run 7 or 8 fat cords through the inch wide hole, pull them through the crawl space (just the term brings visions of mice and spiders scurrying around you while you slither on your belly through spider webs and mouse poop in the dark), into the basement, and up through another inch wide hole into said cabinet. Tedious job. I can't complain because i did not have to go near the dreaded crawl space--i was the cord shover and puller. My giant husband had the priviledge of donning the haz-mat suit and strapping a flashlite to his head and sliding around on his belly. What a trouper.
so, long story short--we had special order 2 HDMI cables (50 footers) for the XBOX and our satellite receiver (aka cable box). We connect everything, and.... TV picture looks like crap. The screen is 'sparkling' with static and loses the signal entirely every 10 -- 20 seconds. Oh my word!! are you joking me! 2+ hours of work and the television is unwatchable. Awesome.
apparently, it all boils down to-- the cables are too long for capabilities of our TV. I'ts like 3 yr. old--50 ft HDMI cables make it look like dinosaur. great.
Dave's friend who deals with this typ of crap all the time tells us that buying a new tv is not necessary (that was the first fear-striking idea that popped into my head), we just need a couple HDMI amplifiers. $40 a pop. you sh*ttin me! Geez!
Whatever, the TV works now.
Noah's B-day Dinner Fiasco
Mr. terrible 2 is doing much better today after i put him to bed an HOUR early last nite.
Last nite... so, i'm trying to make his b-day kind of catered to noah's tastes, so i make macaroni and cheese for dinner. And since that's is the most unhealthy meal in the world i added chichen and broccoli to it, which he has had before and just fine with. Well, mr. T apparently has no interest in food at all, especially the meal that i had lovingly prepared in thinking of him. over the next hour i repeat "eat your food" to Little NoNo approx 26 times (he just smiles his 'there's no way you can tell me what to do, woman' smile, and continues to ignore me and his dinner), threaten him with bed (in which he happily replies 'nap!'). I finally force feed Nahno. Ah! the secret! He then happily munches and swallows every bite i put in his mouth. Little 2 Yr. Old still wants to be treated like Little Baby. Lovely. But even 'the secret' is not to last. Soon there after, his food still unfinished, NoNo throws a holy fit. Happy Birthday. Really the only part of dinner he enjoyed was when David and i sang happy birthday to him. Self-centered little runt.
after all of that nonsense, i should have put him to bed, but it was like 6 o'clock. Don't wanna risk him waking up fresh as a daisy at 5:30 the next morning. so he took a bath and tried to shove plastic spoons down the drain while i was washing him (What a good NoNo). he was considerably happier after the bath--once again, short lived. A couple fits later, i calmly snatched up the wailing, whining monster and stuck his butt in bed. At 7 o'clock. Happy Birthday, Noah. Happy Birthday.
But, as i said--He is doing much better today. He even slept in some---7:30!! it was wonderful.
Last nite... so, i'm trying to make his b-day kind of catered to noah's tastes, so i make macaroni and cheese for dinner. And since that's is the most unhealthy meal in the world i added chichen and broccoli to it, which he has had before and just fine with. Well, mr. T apparently has no interest in food at all, especially the meal that i had lovingly prepared in thinking of him. over the next hour i repeat "eat your food" to Little NoNo approx 26 times (he just smiles his 'there's no way you can tell me what to do, woman' smile, and continues to ignore me and his dinner), threaten him with bed (in which he happily replies 'nap!'). I finally force feed Nahno. Ah! the secret! He then happily munches and swallows every bite i put in his mouth. Little 2 Yr. Old still wants to be treated like Little Baby. Lovely. But even 'the secret' is not to last. Soon there after, his food still unfinished, NoNo throws a holy fit. Happy Birthday. Really the only part of dinner he enjoyed was when David and i sang happy birthday to him. Self-centered little runt.
after all of that nonsense, i should have put him to bed, but it was like 6 o'clock. Don't wanna risk him waking up fresh as a daisy at 5:30 the next morning. so he took a bath and tried to shove plastic spoons down the drain while i was washing him (What a good NoNo). he was considerably happier after the bath--once again, short lived. A couple fits later, i calmly snatched up the wailing, whining monster and stuck his butt in bed. At 7 o'clock. Happy Birthday, Noah. Happy Birthday.
But, as i said--He is doing much better today. He even slept in some---7:30!! it was wonderful.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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