Down Days

By Moriah on July 31st, 2008

Not a whole lot going on around here these days. Madeline picked up a little bit of the bug the Lewins brought home to us so graciously. (I’m sure we’ve spread around our own fair share of germs the past four-and-a-half years so I really can’t complain.) All that to say, we’ve been laying fairly low.

She felt better this morning so we headed to the playground. I’m so glad we did because we reconnected with a family friend of sorts and she has two small children of her own. It was fun to chat. I had called Nicky (my default since she’s just down the street), but they were pouring new sidewalks in front of her house and had cemented her in.

The electricity just flashed a few times and went off. Thank goodness for laptop batteries and wireless connection. Anyway, hopefully I’ll be back maybe tomorrow with something more interesting to say.

Off to search for some candles… (and little kids to snuggle with)…



Lazy Blogging

By Moriah on July 29th, 2008

I’ve been busy doing a whole lot of nothing. Well, not really, we did have our friends Nicky and Steve and their boys over for lunch after church yesterday. I served Eggplant Parmesan (I got the recipe from my cousin Vangie). Yum.

But, fun as having people over is, it’s also a whole lot of work. So I had very low expectations for today because I knew I’d be tired. My main accomplishment was hanging the black-out roller shades behind the wooden blinds in the girls’ room. Hopefully that will help curb Madeline’s recent habit of early rising. (They have had a very morning-bright room.)

And then I “swam” in the kiddie pool with Drew and started in on my new book during naptime – but fell asleep almost immediately myself.

Oh, and I’ve been taking some pictures. These are the most recent, straight out of my camera with no editing. (And no flash, which is why the first one is a bit dark; it was taken at dusk).












(Like Drew’s bed hair?)



How to Have a Happy Saturday

By Moriah on July 27th, 2008

Have hot coffee and blueberry waffles with real maple syrup for breakfast.

Send Drew and Madeline off to Wall-E with Andy and put Adelaide down for a nap. (She’s almost phased out of morning naps but this was too good an opportunity to pass up.)

Hang some living room wall pictures.

Get the laundry going and dishes done.

Finish a few odd jobs that have been hanging over my head.

Be on the computer with no one to bother me or push random buttons.

Have Karen reformat the layout for my blog comments. (Hurray!)

Have Andy fix the bathroom sink that has been slow ever since we moved in. (We bought a plumber’s snake a few years ago and it was one of the best home maintenance purchases ever. For him, that is, not me.)

Take a shower before 4:30 p.m.

Get that book from the library.

Go to Old Navy and Hobby Lobby during sales.

Have pizza for dinner.

Go over and see a friend who finally decided to grace us with her presence.

Give Drew and Andy the haircuts that I’ve been putting off.

Enjoy the sound of a sleeping house while cleaning and preparing yummy food for Sunday lunch (because those friends are coming over).

So what’s on your Happy Saturday list?



Gray

By Moriah on July 25th, 2008

The weather, it affects me.

Today was rainy and overcast and I felt tired and lazy. I ran a few errands this morning and we made it inside before the downpour. Which is nice.

I had also grabbed a book from the library and pulled it out this afternoon only to find it’s the third in a series. I decided I need to read the second book before the third or things could get slightly confusing.

Finally I took a shower while the kids were napping – at 4:30 p.m. Who gets ready for the day at 4:30 p.m.?!

Well, besides me.

When Andy got home I ran to the main branch of the library for that book only to walk up and realize the doors were locked. Apparently they close early on Friday afternoons. Great. And even more disconcerting was the young girl being sick all over the steps of the public library.

Yeah. Moving right along.

We just had a lovely dinner of pasta and red sauce with some baguette and pesto (which means Adelaide had to get a bath and I even got her out before it went south). We have nothing on the agenda for this evening besides sitting around and playing with the kids.

Well, that and the dishes.



Busy Day, Good Day

By Moriah on July 24th, 2008

I have plenty of friends I probably could have left my kids with today but I threw caution to the wind and took them with me to brave the DMV and county courthouse. The baby had had her nap, and everyone was in a good mood. I brought books, juice, and snacks. I thought we’d be okay. And we were.

Also, I had washed and done my hair this morning and had my “face” on. So it was a good time for a driver’s license picture. (If there are such things.) *grin*

It’s a bit of a drive, the older kids fell asleep on the way out there and it was peaceful. There was no line since it was the middle of the day, and I got right in. The only iffy part was Drew and Madeline each “took” themselves potty in the public restroom while I was signing papers and writing my check.

I don’t even want to know. I made sure to douse them in antibacterial cleanser afterwards.

The courthouse was surprisingly just as easy and quick. The only iffy part there was the security guard would not allow me to push my stroller through the metal detectors. I had to leave it by the entrance. So the kids were obligated to walk and I hadn’t even bothered to grab Madeline’s shoes.

Again, no line, I walked right up. The kids ran around some while I paid and got my plate stickers. But this is the South, after all; most people are friendly and no one cared or even batted an eyelash at their antics. The older clerk who helped me even said “I know how it is! I raised two boys!”

So that was that. Checked off my to-do list. And good riddance.

I managed to snag a last-minute babysitter for tonight and we were able to go out to dinner with friends. (Andy’s old restaurant, of course.) I think this has been one of the most fun things about being back – impromptu little get-togethers with the near and dear.

[And speaking of that, this past Monday night I went with some of my girlfriends to see ‘Mama Mia.’ I don’t think I realized it was a musical…so I was a little surprised every time the actors would break out in song. But it was a fun movie and had gorgeous scenery. Greece, anyone?]

And, like I said to Sarah, it’s nice not to have to cut up anyone’s food or put anyone to bed.

At least for tonight.



Adventures in Grocery Shopping

By Moriah on July 23rd, 2008

I took the kids, post nap, to Wal-mart yesterday for my usual mix of groceries, wipes, lipstick, and beach towels. (Somehow we only had two beach towels this year and for a family of five, that is just not enough. And they were even on clearance!)

All the school supplies are now out, so I thought I’d also take advantage of the promotional prices and bought Drew and Madeline each a lunch pail. (Because every time we go on a playdate where we’re supposed to bring our own lunch, I’m forced to use a plastic shopping sack. Like, so un-cool, Mom.)

So we were standing in the school supply aisle browsing lunch pails and spiral-bound notebooks (because I can’t find mine), Adelaide was perched more or less happily in the front seat of the cart (buckled in, don’t worry) and Madeline was “riding” on the outer side. And then Drew jumped on board next to her.

Apparently empty carts at Wal-mart aren’t made to withstand 60+ combined pounds of toddler jumping on one side. The entire cart toppled over, pinning the two of them underneath and sending Adelaide for quite the wild ride. No one was hurt, just a little dazed.

And yes, there happened to be witnesses. As usual.

Fast forward to this morning. We were out of milk (rice, in case you’re wondering), so I made a quick trip to the local grocery store to get some. (Adelaide’s nap looming in the not-so-distant future.)

(Yes, I take my naptimes very seriously. It’s the only time of day I don’t have to share my sweet tea and chips n’ salsa. Or chips n’ guacamole, as the case was today.)

Anyway, my kids love riding around in those carts made to look like big plastic cars. (You know the ones nearly the length of a tractor trailer? Yeah, those.) Unfortunately for me, there is only room in the “car” for two kids, and only two buckles. Either I had to rest Adelaide on the front bar or carry her outright since today I came unprepared (i.e. without a sling).

(Sidenote. Putting her in the basket part with the food is entirely out of the question, unless I want my groceries ripped to shreds and teeth marks in all the bananas. I am so not kidding.)

This morning’s trip was fairly quick and painless. I used the self check-out since it’s almost always guaranteed to be faster (this being the chatty South and all).

I looked back as I was swiping my debit card in time to catch Drew standing on his tip-toes on the very top front bar of the cart reaching for a helium balloon.

GET DOWN YOUNG MAN!!!

Tell me, do they ever learn?



So fast

By Moriah on July 22nd, 2008

We had a bit of a scare Saturday night.

A dear family had invited us up to swim and have take-out Chinese for dinner with them. (Vegetarian, even.) And since we make it a practice never to turn down food, we went.

The kids had a blast swimming, jumping off the diving board (Madeline, anyway; Drew’s much more cautious), riding bikes on the tennis courts, and just generally running around being the crazy kids that they are.

Even Adelaide loved the pool. There’s a large corner that is sectioned off for babies and it’s perfect for her age.

After dinner and some more swimming, Sarah had brought everything to make s’mores for dessert. There’s even a fire pit, convenient for, well, a fire to roast marshmallows in.

That was mostly uneventful except for the times Drew almost whacked whoever happened to be sitting near him with his red-hot skewer. (Now that I think about it, probably wasn’t the smartest thing to bestow upon a rambunctious and somewhat airheaded four-year-old boy. I’m just saying.)

As it was getting later, our friends started packing up and saying their until-next-times and left, and we began gathering up our stuff as well.

Everyone knows those swim diapers aren’t much good for anything besides holding in a dirty mess, if you’re lucky. I looked down to where Adelaide was perched on my hip, and realized the contents of her swim diaper had oozed out onto the bottom of my tank top and all over my shorts.

Gross.

(Why me?)

So I’m trying to wrangle her out of her suit, keeping as much poop off of me as possible, while trying to fish the wipes out of the diaper bag and start wiping at her. She felt like a slippery little piglet almost about to squirm free.

I managed to clean us both sufficiently enough for the drive home. (Which, at the moment, was all that mattered. Clearly a bath was on the horizon.)

But then. I glanced up and over at the pool, just in time to see Madeline in the water, struggling back over the baby pool wall and over to the edge to pull herself up and climb out, coughing and gagging up water and trying to breathe around an enormous coughing fit.

I have no idea what happened. My guess is that she jumped in, totally oblivious that she had already taken her water wings off. She’s not afraid of the water; I’m sure she’d assumed it would be like every other time she’d jumped in and that she would float.

Or she may have been in the baby area and crossed the wall and walked too far. Either way, and I have no idea how she managed it, but she was somehow able to get herself back to the side and to safety. She’s only three, smallish, and I haven’t had much opportunity to teach her to swim. We mostly stick to bathtubs and backyard wading pools.

I am SO thankful nothing worse happened; it was just a scare. But it was a harsh reminder of how vigilant we have to be with young children around a pool. And also a reminder of how quickly things can change.

Heavenly Father, thank You for watching over and protecting your little children. Amen.



The New ‘Do

By Moriah on July 20th, 2008

I have a close friend here who also happens to be a hairdresser. (Convenient, I know.) She’s been cutting my hair for several years up until last year because, well, thirteen hours is a little extreme for a haircut commute. (Call me crazy.)

The problem is, she’s currently out of town and she also stays pretty busy (meaning booked weeks in advance). Impulsive me didn’t want to wait, so I looked in the phone book, closed my eyes, and pointed to a salon.

Just kidding. It really wasn’t quite that scientific.

Andy had the kids yesterday, so after I met a friend for a little dress shopping and lunch, I went (FINALLY!) and had my hair cut.


It’s shorter than I asked for, but since my hair grows like weeds, it will be perfect in a month or so.

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