So it's Christmas Eve and guess what? IT SNOWED! It actually snowed for like, 3 seconds. Well, about 1/2 an hour. Of course we didn't have a winter wonderland transformation, but it was so completely unexpected to be watching "Franklin" (an animated show about a turtle) one minute (wherein it was snowing) and to look out our window and see that it ACTUALLY WAS SNOWING! My joy is complete. I think this is even more unexpected because yesterday the high was 76 degrees (24.5 celsius) and then we look outside today & it's snowing! Weird and wonderful. I went outside and basked in the Christmassy-ness of it all, and thanked God for this special gift. It really felt like a gift from Mr. Claus Himself.
On to bigger and better things: magic. We will entitle this portion of the post "Magic and Lies". "Magic" because Jeff has convinced Noah that he has the power to turn on the Christmas tree by himself via his own personal & powerful magic, by casting a spell, and "Lies" because he does so by turning it on via the remote control tree-turner-on-er-thingie. Noah is convinced beyond all doubt that Jeff is possessed of deep arcane powers because he recites the following:
"Magical, magical, hobble dee dee
Turn on the Christmas tree so we can SEE"
And then, with a wave of his mighty arm, the tree lights up. So Noah tries it, and Jeff obligingly makes the magic happen for him too. Big mistake. It's snowballed into amateur Harry Potter night, 24-7. Noah champs at the bit to make up his own funny rhymes, spells, to turn on the Christmas tree. Finally, in an attempt to stop the madness (madness because we have to physically be there for hours at a time, surreptitiously clicking the little clicker so the thing can turn off and on), Jeff showed Noah the remote control. Made no difference. He still firmly believes in the magic. When he tries to "cast his spell" and no one is around to click the remote, he asks quite seriously if Daddy (who is possessed of superior magic, apparently) has put a strong spell on the tree so that no one else can turn it on or off. On the plus side, it's been some pretty good entertainment for the kids. Dillon gets in on the act too. It's so cute.
News flash: a couple hours later, it's still snowing and there's some visible snow on the ground!! This is HUGE. I'm so excited!
2 minutes later: Hmmm. It seems to be turning into freezing slush. I still retain hope, however. Nikki is driving here now. Hopefully she'll arrive without incident.
Jeff is working all night tonight, like Santa. This is so that he can have time off when his Mom comes here on the 26th. So he's sleeping right now, napping. He napped with Dillon and the baby slept too, so Noah and I decorated about 2oo Christmas butter cookies that I made. It was fun.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
A belated Birthday post:
This is a belated Nikki-Becca post, for her birthday. You notice I feel the need to hyphenate your name, Nik. This is because the consequences of changing your name so long ago continue to haunt you, my dear...as the old pastor said, "You can blow out a match, but you can't blow out the forest fire that one name-change can start." Or something.
Anyway, it WAS your birthday...and I'm sorry I didn't post. But I wanted to ensure you know how much I love you and value you as a sister and friend. I think that you're doing GREAT and I'm so proud of how you're evolving and building a new life for yourself. I think you're making some really good decisions in the work you're doing, and just the life you're choosing for yourself in general. If this all sounds patronizing I apologize, but this is all true. Good for you! You're well on your way and I'm so proud to have you as a sister.
And apropos of nothing, I would like to share a favorite Nikki story from our childhood:
We siblings used to get presents from our Grandparents who lived across the seas in the form of care packages, or boxes, that were filled with clothes and toys. It was like Christmas whenever they came, and I still to this day carry a torch for Sears because my Grandma used to order stuff for us from them. Mom would get their catalogue and go through it, ordering things for us, and we also would get ahold of it and drool for endless hours over the things hoped for, but never seen. It's ok, the wanting was better than the getting in this case.
Anyway, one year we three oldest girls got these BEAUTIFUL teal blue dresses. They were true flyout dresses (yes, those are italics, you must say it in italics), and to complete our happiness, they possessed a matching satin ribbon, sort of ruched, all around the bottom of them. I may own many dresses, but I think few are going to compare to the beauty I felt these dresses possessed. So we have a picture of us four girls posing together in these dresses, a sort of glamour shot. To go back to something I mentioned earlier, we three oldest girls got these dresses. What was Nikki wearing then, you ask? She was wearing OVERALLS! TEAL OVERALLS! You must understand, Nikki was the child that would rather have died the death than wear pants. She used to throw screaming fits, per Mom, if she couldn't wear a dress at the age of 2. So in this picture we three oldest are smiling, secure in the possession of our teal-dress fabulousness, and Nikki is wearing this grin that indicates that, although she is smiling, she is inwardly as a ravening wolf. We are told by Mom that she threw a huge fit over wearing those overalls that day. And that is a favorite Nikki moment. Why? Because I rejoice in her overall wearing, as a true sadistic older sister should. And also because it shows her innate fashion sense at a tender age. And her inward self-knowledge...she is opinonated, and always was, and always will be. It's a good trait, to know your own mind.
So Happy Birthday, haney! Buy yourself a dress. Maybe I will if I can find a teal one with a flyout skirt and a ribbon around the bottom.
Anyway, it WAS your birthday...and I'm sorry I didn't post. But I wanted to ensure you know how much I love you and value you as a sister and friend. I think that you're doing GREAT and I'm so proud of how you're evolving and building a new life for yourself. I think you're making some really good decisions in the work you're doing, and just the life you're choosing for yourself in general. If this all sounds patronizing I apologize, but this is all true. Good for you! You're well on your way and I'm so proud to have you as a sister.
And apropos of nothing, I would like to share a favorite Nikki story from our childhood:
We siblings used to get presents from our Grandparents who lived across the seas in the form of care packages, or boxes, that were filled with clothes and toys. It was like Christmas whenever they came, and I still to this day carry a torch for Sears because my Grandma used to order stuff for us from them. Mom would get their catalogue and go through it, ordering things for us, and we also would get ahold of it and drool for endless hours over the things hoped for, but never seen. It's ok, the wanting was better than the getting in this case.
Anyway, one year we three oldest girls got these BEAUTIFUL teal blue dresses. They were true flyout dresses (yes, those are italics, you must say it in italics), and to complete our happiness, they possessed a matching satin ribbon, sort of ruched, all around the bottom of them. I may own many dresses, but I think few are going to compare to the beauty I felt these dresses possessed. So we have a picture of us four girls posing together in these dresses, a sort of glamour shot. To go back to something I mentioned earlier, we three oldest girls got these dresses. What was Nikki wearing then, you ask? She was wearing OVERALLS! TEAL OVERALLS! You must understand, Nikki was the child that would rather have died the death than wear pants. She used to throw screaming fits, per Mom, if she couldn't wear a dress at the age of 2. So in this picture we three oldest are smiling, secure in the possession of our teal-dress fabulousness, and Nikki is wearing this grin that indicates that, although she is smiling, she is inwardly as a ravening wolf. We are told by Mom that she threw a huge fit over wearing those overalls that day. And that is a favorite Nikki moment. Why? Because I rejoice in her overall wearing, as a true sadistic older sister should. And also because it shows her innate fashion sense at a tender age. And her inward self-knowledge...she is opinonated, and always was, and always will be. It's a good trait, to know your own mind.
So Happy Birthday, haney! Buy yourself a dress. Maybe I will if I can find a teal one with a flyout skirt and a ribbon around the bottom.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Mi Casa es Suzy Casa
So Jeff finally downloaded these pics I took of our new place, and I'm posting them now. I actually took these a couple weeks ago, and they've been sitting on our camera, and I've been bugging Jeff to download them for ages, because God forbid I should learn how to work our digital camera and just do it myself. Ha ha ha, I slay me.
Anyway, enjoy. As per usual, this blog picture upload works in mysterious ways, and the last shall be first. So the pics of the house are at the end.
First, I must brag on my husband for a minute. This is a picture of a bath he prepared for me after he came home from work. I had had a spectacularly bad day & was completely worn out mentally and physically. He just came swooping in & made a terrific dinner and prepared this bath for me...I hadn't asked him to do it or hinted or anything. How do you like them apples? I'll tell you, when you have 3 kids under the age of 4, moments like this are few and far between, and when one partner can work up the energy to take care of the other, you DOCUMENT it, baby.
A 'poser'
Aaand....moments' done.
The finished product, which was consumed minutes after. (This is a gingerbread house, for those uninitiated.)
Noah and Daddy actually made it together when Dillon was sleeping. Good call.
Open wide!
Under construction.
Dillon, displaying his candy-tongue.
A rare moment...I actually didn't plan this, I put Zoe on the couch alone & the other 2 came & sat there also. Dilly obligingly smiled.
Missus Turtle
The long toes. Ain't they cute?
Please note that the book is upside down. He reads almost all his books this way, seems to prefer it.
And at last, here is the living room of our place. We bought that area rug cuz' the floors are all cement...a little hard and cold in the winter, especially.
Living room from another angle.
Kitchen
Kitchen as seen from the bar...how artsy fartsy of me.
Dining room
This is the hallway that leads to 2 bedrooms, one on either side. The open door you see is the 2nd bathroom, and the white door there is a closet.
The entry way. Nice crown moulding, huh?Wednesday, December 2, 2009
A side order of donkey with your cheese?
So I have a few "funnies" that I have been hoarding up in my mind against just such a time as this, when the kids are occupied ALL AT THE SAME TIME for more than 3o seconds and I can write. We'll see how long it lasts.
First, Dilly. He's talking a lot now & can pretty much say anything he wants to, but it often comes out pretty garbled. The funny thing (and different than Noah) is that he will copy verbatim almost anything Noah says, or anything that Jeff or I say. He's like a little parrot. Anyway, this thing he does....I just think it's the cutest thing. Instead of saying "my this" or "my that", it's "mine". For example, "Doan touch the stove goan born mine handies". Or, being interpreted: "Don't touch the stove, it's going to burn my hands". Everything is "mine". And when he says it, I have this urge to snap my heels together and say, "Ya, mein fuhror" in the best German tradition.
And then just today he says something else that got me: we're having a snack and Noah got turkey and cheese. Dillon didn't want that, but after he's done with what he has, he decides he wants more, and is asking me for what sounds like, "donkey and cheese". I was completely nonplussed for a minute, and just sort of stared at him trying to figure it out, when DUH!! it hit me: donkey=turkey. He just got the animal wrong. It even sounds a lot a like, when you think about it. Donkey and cheese, please.
And then there's Noah, who is lately developing quite a mature sense of humor. He laughs at all the right places on the kiddie movies he sees, and can get almost any kind of low-brow joke. I can take responsibility for the advanced way his mind works, but the preference for toilet humor he has goes strictly to Jeff. I often find myself laughing along with him, just delighted in my big son's belly laugh to something that an adult would laugh at...when just 4 short years ago he was a baby. Tempus fugit.
So anyway, here's something that the Kiddy Viddie watchers of old will love: we're watching a Kiddy Viddie, the one with "He's got the Whole World in His Hands" on it. That song comes on & we're watching & kinda singing along, especially Noah. He's really getting into it, and then the 2nd verse comes on: "He's got the big, big fish...in his hands" etc. And if you know your Kiddy Viddie, a series of pictures come on to illustrate this, one of them being Eskimos posing near their igloo with a polar bear nearby. Noah is watching and suddenly bursts out, with not a little exasperation in his voice: "He's got the big big POLAR BEAR, you freaks!"
And lastly: he sometimes makes up words. The most recent one is "crooming". What does it mean? I asked him, and he said, "like when you take care of things, or put them in rows". Hmmm. Perhaps a mix of "groom" and "caring"? Who the heck knows? I thought it was funny.
First, Dilly. He's talking a lot now & can pretty much say anything he wants to, but it often comes out pretty garbled. The funny thing (and different than Noah) is that he will copy verbatim almost anything Noah says, or anything that Jeff or I say. He's like a little parrot. Anyway, this thing he does....I just think it's the cutest thing. Instead of saying "my this" or "my that", it's "mine". For example, "Doan touch the stove goan born mine handies". Or, being interpreted: "Don't touch the stove, it's going to burn my hands". Everything is "mine". And when he says it, I have this urge to snap my heels together and say, "Ya, mein fuhror" in the best German tradition.
And then just today he says something else that got me: we're having a snack and Noah got turkey and cheese. Dillon didn't want that, but after he's done with what he has, he decides he wants more, and is asking me for what sounds like, "donkey and cheese". I was completely nonplussed for a minute, and just sort of stared at him trying to figure it out, when DUH!! it hit me: donkey=turkey. He just got the animal wrong. It even sounds a lot a like, when you think about it. Donkey and cheese, please.
And then there's Noah, who is lately developing quite a mature sense of humor. He laughs at all the right places on the kiddie movies he sees, and can get almost any kind of low-brow joke. I can take responsibility for the advanced way his mind works, but the preference for toilet humor he has goes strictly to Jeff. I often find myself laughing along with him, just delighted in my big son's belly laugh to something that an adult would laugh at...when just 4 short years ago he was a baby. Tempus fugit.
So anyway, here's something that the Kiddy Viddie watchers of old will love: we're watching a Kiddy Viddie, the one with "He's got the Whole World in His Hands" on it. That song comes on & we're watching & kinda singing along, especially Noah. He's really getting into it, and then the 2nd verse comes on: "He's got the big, big fish...in his hands" etc. And if you know your Kiddy Viddie, a series of pictures come on to illustrate this, one of them being Eskimos posing near their igloo with a polar bear nearby. Noah is watching and suddenly bursts out, with not a little exasperation in his voice: "He's got the big big POLAR BEAR, you freaks!"
And lastly: he sometimes makes up words. The most recent one is "crooming". What does it mean? I asked him, and he said, "like when you take care of things, or put them in rows". Hmmm. Perhaps a mix of "groom" and "caring"? Who the heck knows? I thought it was funny.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Hi from Waco
Well, here we are again, majin folks, coming to you live from Waco, home of the Branch Davidians and the Cowpeople Who's Family Tree Boasts Only One Branch. This is true Texas, friends. El Paso was El Fako when it comes to this. I never knew when I lived there, but now I see the error of my ways: this is DEEP in the heart of Texas, and everyone here has an accent and very down-home ways. We cannot leave the house without some nice person striking up a conversation with us about their children (when seeing ours) or sharing their personal histories with us at the park. This is the type of place that you would feel safe leaving your house unlocked not just for the day, but for your ENTIRE VACATION.
It's weird...I never thought that I would live in Texas at all, but now that I'm here, it's like the Camel's Nose....we saw the nose inching it's way in when we lived in El Paso, and now the whole frikkin thing is in the tent, crapping in the hummus, now that we're in Waco. We are truly Texans now.
Our house is a duplex, which I think I mentioned before. It's very nice because it was built quite recently. This also means that there is slightly restricted access to the area, because it's all new...in other words, one of the roads that lead here is a DIRT road and the other is unmarked. No one can find it because the road has NO ROAD SIGN. It's true. We think someone stole it. Who knows? Coulda been the cows who GRAZE OPPOSITE OUR BACKYARD. I had to drive and meet the movers who brought our stuff and guide them in, like a pilot boat, because it's kinda impossible to find. I will provide this service to anyone else who comes to visit too, because you could literally end up in the 'crick' if you try by yourself (esp. at night), and also because we really hope people come to see us, because as before mentioned, we have no money to come see you. We're all cutting back, and it's a challenge, but I think we're going to manage. It helps that I grew up living like this, so I'm getting back to my roots.
Back to our new place: the biggest drawback I'm seeing is the bug problem. I think this stems from the fact that this used to be pasture land about 3 years ago. When we moved in, before our stuff was unpacked, I casually glanced in our master bedroom to see a spider the size of my PALM casually sitting on the floor. My scalp crawled. I don't know that I ever knew that was a genuine condition and not just a figure of speech, but it crawled. Like it was trying to get off my skull and scurry back to El Paso. I don't know which is worse, spiders or centipedes. Yuck. I'm so tired of Texas-sized bugs. So we sprayed and the management sprayed and we're still finding them out in the yard everywhere, but no more in house, at least for the next 15 minutes until they mutate and become immune to the poison.
But on the bright side: the house looks clean and big and quite classy...it's painted a nice light brown/tan color with cream/white crown molding. The kitchen is pretty big, tile counter tops, new (black...meh) appliances, etc, and it has a little built-in wine rack thingie up high. The ceilings are all high, which means the shelves are all built high. I imagine this is a pain the ass for normal sized people, but for Jeff & I it's a mercy and a blessing, because we can reach everything (barely), but Dillon can't, even if he drags the chair over & climbs as high as he can! Yay! Finding places that Dillon can't reach for the 90% of our stuff that he's not supposed to touch is becoming the focal point of our lives and the bane of our existence. Which brings me to the kids:
They're all growing up quickly. Dillon talks in full sentences now. Example: a big fly was in the kitchen and flew in his hair. He bats it away, yelling, "BAD BUFLY! BAD BUFLY! YOU. WANT. PUNCH? YOU. WANT. PUNCH?" He copies Noah all the time. Noah is growing fast too, physically and in imagination as well. That kid is going to write a book someday. I overheard the following the other day: he's running around talking (to himself) about some magic thing he was going to do, to mend a sword or something, and he's saying how he's going to use his "magic slobber." "My magic slobber"....I just laughed and laughed. We should send it to Dave Barry as an offering for a rock band name.
And Zoe...what a fat, cute thing she's becoming. She's huge, wearing 6 month clothes already (at 2 months), has a double chin and fat rolls everywhere, which pleases me no end. Her thighs are endless, huge and dimpled, and they taper down to her dainty feet with her long toes. Makes me laugh just looking sometimes. I'm so in love with her, she's such a good baby. She absolutely has not a bad bone in her body, and she just exudes love and sweetness. I can never be frustrated with her like I sometimes got with my sons in their infancy...probably because she always sleeps through the night and never gives me a lick of trouble, but also because she's just an angel from heaven. Thank God for small favors in the middle of my insane life.
Jeff's new job is like any job, good and bad things both. But we're thankful for the fact that he has it, with so much unemployment in this country. And that's an overview of what is going on with us. Maybe I'll see if I can take some pics of the house and post. More later.
It's weird...I never thought that I would live in Texas at all, but now that I'm here, it's like the Camel's Nose....we saw the nose inching it's way in when we lived in El Paso, and now the whole frikkin thing is in the tent, crapping in the hummus, now that we're in Waco. We are truly Texans now.
Our house is a duplex, which I think I mentioned before. It's very nice because it was built quite recently. This also means that there is slightly restricted access to the area, because it's all new...in other words, one of the roads that lead here is a DIRT road and the other is unmarked. No one can find it because the road has NO ROAD SIGN. It's true. We think someone stole it. Who knows? Coulda been the cows who GRAZE OPPOSITE OUR BACKYARD. I had to drive and meet the movers who brought our stuff and guide them in, like a pilot boat, because it's kinda impossible to find. I will provide this service to anyone else who comes to visit too, because you could literally end up in the 'crick' if you try by yourself (esp. at night), and also because we really hope people come to see us, because as before mentioned, we have no money to come see you. We're all cutting back, and it's a challenge, but I think we're going to manage. It helps that I grew up living like this, so I'm getting back to my roots.
Back to our new place: the biggest drawback I'm seeing is the bug problem. I think this stems from the fact that this used to be pasture land about 3 years ago. When we moved in, before our stuff was unpacked, I casually glanced in our master bedroom to see a spider the size of my PALM casually sitting on the floor. My scalp crawled. I don't know that I ever knew that was a genuine condition and not just a figure of speech, but it crawled. Like it was trying to get off my skull and scurry back to El Paso. I don't know which is worse, spiders or centipedes. Yuck. I'm so tired of Texas-sized bugs. So we sprayed and the management sprayed and we're still finding them out in the yard everywhere, but no more in house, at least for the next 15 minutes until they mutate and become immune to the poison.
But on the bright side: the house looks clean and big and quite classy...it's painted a nice light brown/tan color with cream/white crown molding. The kitchen is pretty big, tile counter tops, new (black...meh) appliances, etc, and it has a little built-in wine rack thingie up high. The ceilings are all high, which means the shelves are all built high. I imagine this is a pain the ass for normal sized people, but for Jeff & I it's a mercy and a blessing, because we can reach everything (barely), but Dillon can't, even if he drags the chair over & climbs as high as he can! Yay! Finding places that Dillon can't reach for the 90% of our stuff that he's not supposed to touch is becoming the focal point of our lives and the bane of our existence. Which brings me to the kids:
They're all growing up quickly. Dillon talks in full sentences now. Example: a big fly was in the kitchen and flew in his hair. He bats it away, yelling, "BAD BUFLY! BAD BUFLY! YOU. WANT. PUNCH? YOU. WANT. PUNCH?" He copies Noah all the time. Noah is growing fast too, physically and in imagination as well. That kid is going to write a book someday. I overheard the following the other day: he's running around talking (to himself) about some magic thing he was going to do, to mend a sword or something, and he's saying how he's going to use his "magic slobber." "My magic slobber"....I just laughed and laughed. We should send it to Dave Barry as an offering for a rock band name.
And Zoe...what a fat, cute thing she's becoming. She's huge, wearing 6 month clothes already (at 2 months), has a double chin and fat rolls everywhere, which pleases me no end. Her thighs are endless, huge and dimpled, and they taper down to her dainty feet with her long toes. Makes me laugh just looking sometimes. I'm so in love with her, she's such a good baby. She absolutely has not a bad bone in her body, and she just exudes love and sweetness. I can never be frustrated with her like I sometimes got with my sons in their infancy...probably because she always sleeps through the night and never gives me a lick of trouble, but also because she's just an angel from heaven. Thank God for small favors in the middle of my insane life.
Jeff's new job is like any job, good and bad things both. But we're thankful for the fact that he has it, with so much unemployment in this country. And that's an overview of what is going on with us. Maybe I'll see if I can take some pics of the house and post. More later.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
the one-handed post
so i'm typing one-handed cuz Zoe's laying on the other one, nursing, & one hand typing sucks so here it is as brief as poss:
Got a job in Waco, Tx. no cracks about branch davidians, pls.
Went there last week for 5 days to house hunt. Not fun with 3 sceaming kids in tow. imagine.
Got a 1400 sq ft duplex, pretty good price.
Waco's pretty...come visit, y'all. we have no money to visit you.
cheers!
Got a job in Waco, Tx. no cracks about branch davidians, pls.
Went there last week for 5 days to house hunt. Not fun with 3 sceaming kids in tow. imagine.
Got a 1400 sq ft duplex, pretty good price.
Waco's pretty...come visit, y'all. we have no money to visit you.
cheers!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
More pics:
I've gained some weight...can you tell? 10 lbs at the last doctor visit! Yay!
Ok, so the way these pics upload, you have to do this backward: this is the "after" pic, after the boys got their hair cut.
Aaaannnd: this is before. Can you tell Dillon doesn't like his picture taken? Looks like the FBI's 10 most wanted.
These next few are "the many faces of Zoe".
And if there was any question, she got Rudow/ Browning feet.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Updates:
Hi, Majin Folks! Here's a quick update for you of what's been going on recently. Hang onto your hats, because I'm gonna breeze through the 5 minute version:
I delivered Zoe (I should say the Doctor delivered Zoe) via C-section on Aug 17th at about 4:30 PM. Thanks to some well-placed equipment overhead, I actually witnessed the operation...quite educational. Zoe has been a very very well-behaved baby, sleeping more than I ever knew babies COULD sleep, and just in general a very well-dispositioned baby, thank God.
Abi & Andre came to help us for 2 weeks just when we really needed them...and thank God for them! I can't describe what a help they were, and the kids just LOVED them. Dillon still asks for you, Abi. He called her "Mom" for almost the whole time they were here. It was such an indescribable relief not to have to worry about the kids & just to know they were being loved & cared for as good or sometimes even better than us parent do! So thank you so very much, Abi & Andre. We really really appreciate it!
Mom arrived about a week afterward, helping out at all hours and doing all sorts of things that she shouldn't have been doing for her arms & hands (sorry Mom!).....we couldn't have done it without you! Esp. when Abi & Andre left. Mom just took over the kids almost full-time....I think we totally wore her out, poor thing. DC, you'll have to make sure she has complete bed rest for about 6 months when she comes home. But she worked so hard for us & uncomplainingly ate our sub-standard food (hey, we were moving & had a brand new baby) and was up at all hours with our wakeful young. Thank you SO MUCH too, Mom. We really enjoyed your visit!
Jeff's Mom, sister & husband & 2 children, and 2 brothers came for a weekend visit & his brothers helped Jeff move some of our stuff into storage. THANK YOU Frank & Kenneth, and thank you just as much to Kara & Kim who very generously allowed their husbands to leave them with the kids on a long weekend when I'm sure they all had much more fun, interesting weekends planned. You guys are awesome & we really appreciate it!
As mentioned above, we have moved. Our beloved home is no more. It's very sad, but it's quite wonderful that it sold as quickly as it did. We had to put some money into the transaction, but not too much at all, and it's better to be out from under a house payment at this time BECAUSE......
we still don't have a job.
So we're in an apartment now, hoping for some doors to open for us.
That's it in a nutshell. Thanks for all the help to our family....we sure feel loved by you all & know everyone is rooting for us. It means a lot.
I delivered Zoe (I should say the Doctor delivered Zoe) via C-section on Aug 17th at about 4:30 PM. Thanks to some well-placed equipment overhead, I actually witnessed the operation...quite educational. Zoe has been a very very well-behaved baby, sleeping more than I ever knew babies COULD sleep, and just in general a very well-dispositioned baby, thank God.
Abi & Andre came to help us for 2 weeks just when we really needed them...and thank God for them! I can't describe what a help they were, and the kids just LOVED them. Dillon still asks for you, Abi. He called her "Mom" for almost the whole time they were here. It was such an indescribable relief not to have to worry about the kids & just to know they were being loved & cared for as good or sometimes even better than us parent do! So thank you so very much, Abi & Andre. We really really appreciate it!
Mom arrived about a week afterward, helping out at all hours and doing all sorts of things that she shouldn't have been doing for her arms & hands (sorry Mom!).....we couldn't have done it without you! Esp. when Abi & Andre left. Mom just took over the kids almost full-time....I think we totally wore her out, poor thing. DC, you'll have to make sure she has complete bed rest for about 6 months when she comes home. But she worked so hard for us & uncomplainingly ate our sub-standard food (hey, we were moving & had a brand new baby) and was up at all hours with our wakeful young. Thank you SO MUCH too, Mom. We really enjoyed your visit!
Jeff's Mom, sister & husband & 2 children, and 2 brothers came for a weekend visit & his brothers helped Jeff move some of our stuff into storage. THANK YOU Frank & Kenneth, and thank you just as much to Kara & Kim who very generously allowed their husbands to leave them with the kids on a long weekend when I'm sure they all had much more fun, interesting weekends planned. You guys are awesome & we really appreciate it!
As mentioned above, we have moved. Our beloved home is no more. It's very sad, but it's quite wonderful that it sold as quickly as it did. We had to put some money into the transaction, but not too much at all, and it's better to be out from under a house payment at this time BECAUSE......
we still don't have a job.
So we're in an apartment now, hoping for some doors to open for us.
That's it in a nutshell. Thanks for all the help to our family....we sure feel loved by you all & know everyone is rooting for us. It means a lot.
Monday, September 7, 2009
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