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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.)
*sigh*
Most annoying part of the whole situation: out of 20 missed calls, only two messages were left.
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.
- 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
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*
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Nick’s parents finally had their anniversary dinner (a month late) tonight. We all got together and had a thanksgiving-style dinner at his parents house. The kids, of their own accord, all sat together (well, McKinley sat with her mom, but the mobile kids all chose to sit together). It was really cute. After dinner we had the family picture and played Cranium. I thought it was funny how the teams divided up and what our various strengths were (my team: me, Nick, Nick’s mom; our strength: data & words. their team: Mandy, her husband, and Matt; their strength: acting & drawing).
Anyways, a very good evening.
I went outside to take out the diaper trash (it was somehow missed this morning) and while outside I could hear this crackling sound. At first I thought maybe it was my hairspray (it’s been a while since I’ve used it, can you tell?), but then I realized what the sound was: SNOW! There are the littlest, tiniest snowflakes you can imagine outside right now! I took the kids out and we danced around and tried to find some spots where they were accumulating. It’s not much, but it’s exciting!
Gregory doesn’t really like Thursdays. Those are the days that everyone else gets to leave the house and he’s stuck home alone with his momma. He spends quite a bit of the day hanging out by the door, waiting for time to go get his brothers.
Even when he’s not waiting for a brother to come home, he loves the front door. There’re all the trees to look at and sometimes people with dogs go by. Frequently we have little dust-n-leave twisters right outside the front door (at least a couple times a day, actually).
Personally, I’m not really fond of our entryway. It has the old wallpaper from the former residents. It’s always messy with papers and backpacks and jackets. It’s drafty this time of year and hot in the summer. The doorway isn’t big enough to really see a lot that’s going on out front of the house.
But Gregory loves it. So do the other kids. They like to set up their bowling pins there and dig through my shoes (from the shoe cupboard–to wear, of course!).
Lisa Holcomb 