quick not-dead post

Hello there!

We’re Not Dead!

We (me and the biggest two kids) went to a party four hours away from us for little LB’s party this weekend. There were real horses and stick-horses were made and silly balloon hats were worn. Afterwards we went to Chick-Fil-A, where we had a surreal moment in which I identified a family based solely on photos I’d seen of their kids on the internet (not in that creepy I’m-a-stalker sort of way. More in that wow-what-a-surprise-nice-to-meet-you sort of way). Our kids played beautifully with their kids and all was well. Then we drove four hours back home and I didn’t fall asleep or drive off the road.
Today we moved more stuff back into the house and I lovingly put away books. By which I mean that in addition to alphabetizing them and wondering how they got so out-of-order and placing them on the shelves, I read bits and pieces here and there. Something that I think Nick suspected, as it took me all afternoon to finish the shelving. Oh well. I’m ecstatic to have them all back and I’m not ashamed to admit it.

In other news, of my latest two close friends here in my town, one’s husband just had a job interview out of state, and the other will be moving several states away in a month (though only for three months, then they’ll be back). I can’t catch a break. (E, you’re not ever going to move, right? Cause I’d be heartbroken.)

That’s it for now. Photos are, of course, up on flickr.



I’ve been looking everywhere for my phone for four days now. EVERYWHERE. Including, but not limited to: under the couch, in the couch, in the chairs, in the freezer, in the fridge, in boxes in the garage, in boxes in the house, every toy bin we own. Where did I find it? My mom’s house. (On the edge of the couch, where I set it to pick up some kid stuff I needed to take home with me when I ran back over to check her thermostat.)


Most annoying part of the whole situation: out of 20 missed calls, only two messages were left.

Three times a day, every day


Originally uploaded by awamiba.

Gregory is getting to that age where he doesn’t want to eat in the highchair much anymore. He’d rather sit at the table. Half-way through every meal, he starts to leap out of his chair (his feet on the tray), diving straight at me, food on his every limb. I attack back with wipe in hand, trying to cover as much ground as possible before he actually lands in my arms. Lately he’s taken to growling and roaring as loud as he can when he’s getting ready to leap. It’s really cute.

Things I need

  • another chair for the dining room
  • a new camera
  • child-free time to paint walls & baseboards
  • Ben to sleep in his own bed (scared of dark)*
  • David to sleep in his own bed (scared of heights)**
  • Greg to sleep in his own bed (scared without Mommy)***

*sleeps in my bed

**sleeps on the floor in his room

***sleeps on the couch in my arms while I’m upright

David-Momma Day

Oddly enough, David’s school district had a teacher workday today, right after the MLK holiday. I’d made plans to see 27 Dresses today (the second time I’ve had to cancel on that movie–I’m never going to see it), but I had David home. *sigh* So we made it David-Momma day, as the little kids were at their school (although truth be told here: the MDO offered to watch David for me, as they’d made a room for the older kids of the MDO teachers anyways, and David goes to Sunday School & RA’s with these kids, so it’s not as if it was a room of strangers. I was sorely tempted to just leave him. But I’m a good Momma.)


So today we played Nintendo and ate at the pizza buffet and watched some westerns. David said it was the perfect day. *beam*