The Moron Before Us.....

Chris and I have always bought a "used" home. In every house that we have bought we have encountered the wrath of the moron that lived in the house before us. They were always some wanna be Mr. Fix-It, who lacked the fix-it....


It has happened again. Last night I got home from football and there was a puddle in the bathroom. I asked Chris since he was home about this so-called puddle. He knew nothing about it, as I figured he probably would. Naomi was in bed, so I couldn't ask her if she had just made a mess.

An hour later I go out to the garage to get something and there is this little river streaming from where the bathroom is and outside. ACK! I run back in the house to make sure Lake Michigan isn't forming in the bathroom. No, no lake, but the puddle has definitely grown in size.

We turn off the water and this morning I call the plumber. He has done work for us for years, so he said I know you didn't do this but someone has recently put all the bolts on the toilet backwards. AWESOME! That must have been the moron that lived here before us. UGH!


Why do we always buy houses from idiots?!?! Can we send him the bill???

The Beast Part II

So the beast has complicated life one more time....


Football is dictating the course of Trey's life. And that's fine, he wouldn't have it any other way.

I got the schedule for Cub Scouts today - it's Monday night. Guess who has football practice on Mondays??? Guess who if he misses Monday practice won't play in the game? Umm, Trey.


So, I talked to Chris tonight. I am concerned at our lack of commitment to Cub Scouts. We wouldn't be able to fully participate until November. In the world of the Cub Scouts, that's an eternity.

Sigh. I should see the Pack leader tomorrow night at karate. I'll talk to him.


I checked the Cub Scouts with our church, also Monday...sigh.


WHY BEAST WHY????

Chris just wants to build pinewood derby cars with his son.

THE BEAST!!!!!!!!!!!!

called football.......

Trey started playing football. This is his first year and I have mini Friday Night Lights happening in my head.

This is so intense. Our lifetime of football started with a combine...for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd graders. The parents stood and watched as tons of coaches with clipboards walked around and either wrote your boy's name down or scratched them off the list based purely on performance.

That was 2 nights. If I had known how serious this was going to be, I wouldn't have sent him to summer camp the days that he had the combine.

I've watched the "real" combine on NFL network, well, all of their mini-me's were out running drills during the last week of July here in heat-wave ravaged football country.

Then on the following Sunday there was a draft. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? These are kids not fantasy football players!!! So, I sat and sweat all day Sunday waiting word from his new coach. Then there is always the question - was he drafted or was he put on a team based purely on a hat pick (That's what happens if you don't get drafted).

I still don't know the answer to that question. He is on a football team. My sweet boy LOVES it! He liked basketball, tolerated baseball (cause Daddy was the coach), but adores it. Wakes up talking football.

He is in the right place. Did I mention that the highschool coach comes and runs the combine?! I read an article in the paper that discussed this scenario. The head highschool coach comes because these are his future players. He likes to make sure that the camps, coaches, and players understand the game and WANT the game.

We are HUGE football fans in our house. So, we are excited. Today I had to potentially turn down OU football tickets until I know our son's football schedule. When I was doing it, I was sitting there thinking, are you kidding me?!?! This is OU football that I am turning down. Seriously???


Oh and did I mention that pretty, pretty princess is taking a cheerleading class this year to prepare (??) her for first grade cheer camp?

Oh Dear Lord, the next 15 years are going to be tough.

Is this the moment?

So, Keegan just turned two. The kids have broken the drop down side of the crib. I have rigged it for now. He makes no effort to leave the crib. He very happily lets me or Chris put him in the crib at night and waits patiently for us in the morning.

My other two kids were out of the crib by the time they were his age. Early I know, but I had a climber and I had a new baby. So, we had to make the move.

My heart says leave the "baby" in the crib as long as he will tolerate being there. Chris is starting to nag me about getting him out of the crib.

I guess it's time to dust off the bed rails and at least move them towards the bed (it is already set up in the room in my defense).

It just really makes me sad that the "baby" is growing up :(

Ears

The Princess demanded earrings. She has begged, pleaded, and cried. She whined, she did chores, she played nice with her baby brother. She cried to me, I stood firm - no, not yet. You are not old enough.


She whined to Daddy - he said it will hurt, she said I don't care, he said fine.


Alrighty then. So, it was off to get our ear's pierced. I have to say I was pretty proud. She did so well. She sat in that chair proud as punch. She picked her earrings - go with your birthstone was my thought. She said no, please mommy pink. Fine. She got pink earrings. Sigh.

Then marked her ears and I prepared for the worst. I expected something. I got nothing but a big huge grin the entire time. It surprised me and the girls at Claire's just a little bit.

She was so happy! I "help" her take care of them but she reminds me three times a day. She is still happy! Loves it and cant wait to change her earrings. I think I'll have her wait til Christmas!


Where did this little diva come from? Not me.

Summer of 2011

We have been busy - hence why I haven't checked in since June. We left on July 1st and drove through the night to Wisconsin. We spent the 4th with Chris's family. It was super nice. They had a birthday party for me before Chris and I left on July 4th.

We went down to Milwaukee and stayed in a hotel and got up at 430am and left for the airport. We arrived in Jamaica for our week long stay in Runaway Bay. It was wonderful. We had the best time. IT was so wonderful to reconnect.

With the 3 kids we don't always have a chance to connect. We are usually too tired.

It was a fabulous trip. Then it was back to Wisconsin. Chris left the next day and went back to work. I stayed and drove home with the 3 kids and my mother in law.

Mom left on Sunday afternoon. Then it was time for camp! The kids were really excited. While they were at day camp I was usually sleeping. I had to work my shifts for work in those two weeks. Easier said than done. Not to mention the laundry, the empty fridge and everything that needs to be done.

Then it was home with the kids. IT has been blissful this week. I have really had fun.....I heart summer....

Happy 40th

My big, older brother is turning 40 today! Happy birthday big bro! I love you, respect you, admire you....


Thank you for playing with me (even though I am younger than you by more than a few years).


You are a wonderful husband, father, uncle, godfather, brother, and son. Everyone I meet that knows you tells me what a great guy you are. It's true.


I love you.

10 years....

Well, the big day was here. The day I waited years for. Chris and I have been married for 10 years.

I remember when we went to the courthouse to get our marriage license, the man informed us what line to come back to in 6 months. We were so confused until we looked and saw that he was talking about the divorce line. Nice.

I remember our first date, at college debate camp - I was 19. I remember making you dance in the rain (I haven't gotten you to do that since).

I remember the day I moved to MN to be with you - we had only been dating 6 months.

I remember asking my Mom how she knew Dad was the one. And her panicking.

I remember the tornado in 1996 when we lost our apartment...the fish died, the cats lived. Your Mom came to the rescue.

I remember when we graduated from college. Two days after that we closed on our first house. Two days after that you proposed. I was beginning to think you would never ask.

I remember our Wedding Day.

I remember our Honeymoon in Jamaica - 10 years later we did that trip again and it was more fun.

I remember our first miscarriage on Christmas Eve 2001 - you sang No Woman No Cry and promised it would be okay. You were right.

I remember the first time we saw and held Trey. I cried and still cry when I think about it.

I remember the day Naomi was born - she has always been Daddy's girl. I remember how scared you were.

I remember the day Keegan was born. Another boy.

I remember when I told you our fivesome was becoming a party of six.

I can't wait to remember more...oh and I remember everything in between too....