Sunday, December 20, 2009
Jackson was all quick, sharp jabs.
Blake was mellow, almost small brushes on the other side.
Chase was floating and dancing and streching and hiccupping - all the time.
This one feels like thumps and bumps - like a knock, knock, knock on the other side.
Taking a break and will see you all for a new year = 2010!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
What is it? you ask. It is plastic furniture for the Little People Dollhouse. You see I have the LP house and somehow over the past two children, we have lost all the furniture. Now Chase is interested in playing with it, but he has nothing to arrange and rearrange within the house's walls. So off I go to Ebay to find cheap dollhouse furniture. Nuttin' honey. NOthing. Can't find anything except Dora the Explorer furniture.
So finally I found this little bag of furniture - it isn't too girlie (unisex colors) - but be honest, it looks like something you would find in a McDonald's Happy Meal. Although instead of paying $3.29 for the Happy Meal toy (which we would get a very nutritious meal with it) - I'm willfully bidding on a toy that will go for somewhere in the neighborhood of $14.00 including shipping.
If you know me and know how cheap I am, this really sucks.
Oh well, a boy needs his dollhouse furniture.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
"Yeah," she replied, "but it is about time for the kid makeover."
"Huh?" I asked.
"You know, when you repaint every wall, replace flooring, fix all the nicks and scratches, and basically all the damage your children have done to your house."
Good idea, I thought to myself and eventually returned to my own home with opened eyes to see what sort of things I would need to do in my own kid makeover. Holy HellBalls - I couldn't believe all the DAMAGE my boys have done to my home once I actually paid attention.
I think I'll feature several of my favorite sections of the house over the next few months, but let me start with what I like to call my Hall of Shame.
A nice round hole in the drywall where very eager boys decided to slam the closet door open and see what sort of mark it could make in the wall.
Outlet in hallway where I plug in my vacuum. One day I as I put in the plug, the outlet literally fell apart and crumbled to the ground.
Last but not least, my wonderful and creative 21 month old got his hot little hands on a Sharpie and decorated the walls.
I know that all the repairs I need to make in order to eliminate the Hall of Shame are easy and I can do myself but seriously....I am plain tired!