Archive for October, 2007

It’s probably a good thing that they’re cute.

I swore to myself I wouldn’t do it. We finally have both kids sleeping through the night and I swore when it came time for J to start protesting, I would be the good mommy and put him right back in bed, crying or no crying. But then I hear this little voice pleading, “Want Mama.” You’ve got to understand that J was not a cuddly baby. Not alarmingly uncuddly, but his favorite way to show affection was a well placed head butt. So now, finally, at the age of 2 he wants to cuddle with me. So I compromised (caved) and cuddled with him in his room for about a half an hour. Back on the wagon today though, right? Grins.

Thought I’d add these pictures of J after a nap. I’ve definitely felt this way. Heh. In fact, I was about there today while Adorable Neice was loudly sounding her dissatisfaction with her carseat. I fleetingly thought to myself that it would be so very cool if I could order a beer in the Wendy’s Drive-Thru. Luckily National Public Radio came to the rescue. As horrible as it sounds, I don’t listen to NPR for it’s biting commentary, enlightening editorials, or informative articles. I listen to NPR when I need the kids to calm down. Works like a charm. I really should send them pledge.

Trick or Treat!

Yes, I know it’s not Halloween yet, but the kids and I went over to Olde Town for Trick or Treat Street. The kids did pretty well and it wasn’t as crowded as I was fearing. L got heaps of compliments on her costume which made Mama a wee bit proud. Hers was pretty much the only home made one I saw while we were there. She was a real trooper with the bucket because (strangely enough) buckets don’t make very good hats and it kept falling off. There were no compliments on J’s costume since he insisted on taking it off about 45 seconds after this photo was taken. His “Twick Tweet” and “Ank You!” were pretty darn cute though.
I have been knitting, just not finishing things. Heh. The Girlfriend Shrug will probably wait til after Christmas, I just finished up a hat for my IL’s new cabin (thought I’d make up a bunch of hats and mittens just to keep up there.) I’m also working on a scarf for a friend as well as a Dreamswatch Headwrap for my sister. I’m sure there’s another UFO lying around but I have no idea what it is. Heh.

The Whole Car-In-Backyard Enchilada

SO sorry about the tiny blog entries! Anyway, here’s the whole story. From the beginning.

At about 12:30 Monday evening, we were awakened by a loud thud. In my sleepy stupor, my first thought was, “J must have fallen out of bed.” Which, in fact, he had. But then it occurred to me that the noise was much louder than J falling out of bed, especially since his mattress had been relocated to the floor after the last time he fell out. I went out to the living room, where I met my brother who apparently had also heard the loud J-not-falling-out-of-bed noise. He looked in the backyard and yelled at me to call 911 for there was a car in our yard. (See picture on previous entry)

Here’s the yet to be proven in court theory: Kids go for a joy ride in a dealer owned BMW. It has always been a stupid teenage thing to do here to try and go as fast as you can on the hill I live on to see if you can jump the hill. Mostly it’s been harmless because when I was in high school none of us could afford a car that could go faster than 50 and perhaps we were just smarter. I’m not sure. (The drivers did leave their cell phone at the scene so I’m pretty sure they weren’t professional criminals.) Anyhow, apparently if you are in a German performance car, you CAN catch air. And crash into an unsuspecting neighbors yard. And apparently walk away from it. Or run away as was the case here. That’s right, somehow they got away, which is pretty amazing given the shape of the car. I’ve heard there is a suspect in custody, but that was at 3 am on Tuesday morning and I was a little bleary eyed.
So I am grateful that nobody was hurt, not just our family, but the kids who did it as well. It so easily could have been much worse. Amusingly enough (yes, I’m at the point now where I can find humor in this), the things that probably saved our lives from the hurtling BMW were aspects of our landscape that I hated. The city owns some Russian Olives that I just can’t stand that were probably responsible for tearing apart the front of the car, slowing it down in the process. Turns out Russian Olives are a pretty hard wood. Next was a giant overgrown fitzer that had taken over our backyard and we were afraid to tackle lest it eat our firstborn. It’s no longer overgrown. In fact, it’s pretty flat. I’m actually considering how much it would cost to have the rest of it removed by the insurance company’s clean up crew.
Again, we are very grateful that the only things that were damaged were things that can be replaced. Thank God.

Hey look what was in my yard this morning!

And can I get a Hooray! for a picture finally loading?


Yes. It’s 1:30 am. And why am I awake do you ask? Because there’s a frickin’ car in my backyard. A FRICKIN’ CAR! Somebody ran their BMW through BOTH of our fences and it’s sitting in pieces in our backyard. I’d post pictures, but for some reason my laptop and Blogger aren’t speaking to each other any more. Crap.

Little J turns 2! (No pics since blogger is having a problem. :( )

So last Wednesday night my brother comes home from school with my Mom in tow. Surprise visit! Which is very very cool since she lives out in sunny FL and we don’t get to see her much. My sister didn’t even know. Uncle T kept the secret well! It was very special to have her here for J’s birthday and little niece A’s dedication (Vineyard version of baptism).

So all was well until Thursday, when the stomach flu fairy came and bestowed her gift upon the family. So for poor J’s birthday, we sat around the table, eating Jello in our jammies while little one opened his presents.

We cancelled his party for Saturday and ended up just celebrating with the family members who had already been exposed. A balloon guy my sister knows made a bag full of balloon animals for the kids to play with. Free of charge! What a nice guy! The cousins had a great time with the balloons.

Amusingly enough, J turned 2 on Friday, had his first real tantrum on Saturday and an even worse one on Sunday. At church. AND at my sister’s. AND at my sister’s church during niece A’s dedication. Of course. He and I ended up hanging out in the cry baby room with all the babies singing songs to try and get him to stop crying. Turns out the boy has a thing for the show tunes.

Totally OT story about show tunes: My little 2 1/2 year old nephew L LOVES the movie Annie. He watches it every day, sings along and even acts out some of the dialog. My favorite story is when one day he very seriously looked his mother in the eye and said, “I love you Miss Hannigan.” Just what every mom longs to hear…

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