Three Kids, AHHHHH!

I enjoy three kids, but it has thrown me a little. I never thought I'd be the mom to walk into Target and realize that my three year old has bare feet. Bless his heart, we had to buy the boy shoes since we were already late getting somewhere. Lots more adventures seem to present themselves at home too. R has found the time to cut his hair and use the toaster to "try to make pancakes." And don't get me started on the challenge of my two oldest now sharing a bedroom (a hopefully temporary arrangement to protect the baby from his big brother). We've had more dirty faces, sticky hands, and messy hair lately. Sigh. But, R walked in the house today and RAN up the stairs. He was so proud that he had picked a weed for me. He told me all about how he saw it and thought I would love it. It was the nicest weed anyone has ever given me. I love kids.

While He Was Out

I have to give myself a HUGE pat on the back for my recent gifting. OK, I'll take it down a notch. Anyway, for Father's Day I planned a super fun gift for my hub. A few weeks ago I decided to completely redo our bedroom while he worked on Saturday (Father's Day Eve). I almost didn't survive the wallpaper tear down portion, but in the end it all came together. It was a CRAZY week with all the work and three little ones clinging to my ankles, but I came out alive. Hub was very surprised and I collapsed as soon as it was over. He says he didn't suspect a thing even though I was suddenly REALLY interested in prepping the walls and working like a dog all week. When all was said and done I had done the following: eliminated wallpaper (thanks, sis and mom), painted (thanks Justin and Dan), new blinds, new bathroom mirror, new light fixture, new curtains (thanks Amy). The walls required LOTS of repair after the awful wallpaper came down and I'm proud to say I expanded my home improvement knowledge to include spackle and joint compound. I'm still wondering why it took me three years!!! Enjoy some before and after pics.

p.s. I'm sure you were dying to know how my washer/toilet woes turned out. Lenny the washer now occupies Warren's old space and Darla (the dryer) now looks really sad next to the shiny white. The toothbrush (spiderman, hmmm) was successfully dislodged (kudos, Dad). On to the next thing...

The Loss of Warren and Other Woes at the Little Yellow House

I firmly believe in naming cars (Snowball, Flash, Bullet) and other large mechanical things. That way you can talk to them, be their friend in time of need (repair), coax them into working just a little longer. It is with much sadness that I announce Warren the washing machine's departure. He had a good run (almost twenty years), but I think the birth of our third child finally did him in. It was just too many clothes. It has been a week of appreciating the pioneers as I've handwashed my children's underwear in the sink. Not only did Warren die, but we also lost a toilet (someone flushed a toothbrush that caused a lot of trouble down below). I'm very excited for these things to be replaced/repaired.

The little yellow house was also host to her first garage sale. Let me start by saying it hasn't been the warmest spring on record where I live. Cue the laughter of all friends who have moved to warmer climates. Anyway, I decided to have my very own garage sale. I spent many hours pricing those oh-so-expensive-going-to-make-my-children-smart-educational-toys and setting everything up. The weather was awful. The kids were bundled and R kept begging for hot chocolate. In the end we made just over twenty dollars. Quite a ride for twenty dollars. After all the time spent, that comes out to be a profit of seventy five cents per hour!

Look at Baby L hangin tough in the cold!

Who is that masked girl?

How is it our kids make us laugh even when they sleep? I went into S's room to put some clothes away and found her snoozing away with her "luxury sleeping mask." She has a tendancy to wake up very disoriented in the night, so hopefully there are no major injuries in the morning.

Oh, R. He dressed in full battle armour after he was neatly tucked into bed. Looks cozy, huh?

Oh, the shock of it all!!! I have a blog. R (above top) was very surprised when I broke the news. Then he came up with this handy diguise to throw off any internet crazies.

Probably no one will read this except our relatives who are bored at work, but it will entertain me if no one else.

Craziest moment of the day: R bit into a raw egg. Just like an apple. Yum.