Oh What A Beautiful Day

We had an excellent day. We had a picnic at the Aboretum, amongst the cows. We had naps. And then we had dinner at Central Market, where they were having a salsa dance contest. And the weather was absolutely perfect.

Insurance Rep Resorts To Dramatic Scare Tactics

Blood-curdling screams were heard today in the Indian Oaks neighborhood, when it was presumed that a young girl and her brother were being massacred in the backyard. Upon further inspection, both were found to be alive, but still in great distress. Though they were not actually dealt a death blow, the young girl claims to have been brutally attacked by the suspect pictured above. He apparently grabbed her arm and began "poking [her] with his little feet." And, upon hearing her screams, her brother came to her defense by initiating his own scream. Apparently, their tactic worked, because the suspect rushed off in a blur, and both parents of the children came running. Both children are recovering at home tonight and seem to be doing fine. The suspect has not been found for questioning, and some believe the screaming may actually have caused him to have a heart attack on the spot. If you do see him, though, please report it immediately. If the screaming is any indication, he is a very dangerous criminal indeed.

If You Can't Say Something Nice, Don't Say Anything At All

The Heart Of The Giver

"The heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious." --Martin Luther

My daughter has a giving heart and it is absolutely beautiful. It is rare that we play with friends or go visit family members or have people in our home or even meet people for the first time, that Ruth doesn't think of a gift to give. She makes things or finds things in her room (even things that may have been her favorite yesterday) to give away. It's the most amazingly sweet thing I've ever seen. Tonight we had plans to celebrate my mom's birthday, and all day Ruth was obsessed with finding just one more gift. She insited that we absolutely had to take Nana some flowers and so I let her cut some from one of my only blooming plants and put them in a vase. She also made a beautiful "seascape" in a jar with sand from her sanbox and shells she has collected. And she made a wonderful card, writing most of the words without any help from me at all and drawing these perfect little picutres all over it. I'm so proud of her for this giving spirit that she possess, and I can only hope to attain a portion of that quality in my own heart.

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

Once a year, Ben and Jerry's gives away free ice cream, and today was that day! And if there's anything better than ice cream, it is definitely free ice cream. And this year Weston got to participate. (He's feeling much better today, by the way). It's astounding to me that you can give a kid the most microscopic bite of chocolate and he can end up literally covered from head-to-toe with the stuff. Amazing. Really. And what's even better is that he was already covered pretty much from head-to-toe with pizza sauce, since we had pizza next door before getting our free scoops. I really should have taken a picutre. But, trust me, it was beautiful. And thanks to him, we all got to wear a little bit home, making free ice cream night last just that much longer.

Sick And Tired

Weston didn't sleep well last night and woke up this morning around 7:30 with a 103+ fever. He ate almost no breakfast and was very clearly not happy. We dropped Ruth off at gymnastics at 9:00, and when we got home he went straight to bed. He slept and slept and slept, and I finally had to wake him up at 1:45 so we could go pick Ruth up from gymnastics. He ate almost no lunch and again made it clear that he was one unhappy little man. When we got home, he went straight to bed and slept until about 4:45. I bet you can guess what happened next. More crying and very little eating followed by sleeping, which is where we are now, except for the occassional burst of crying coming through the monitor. I think he is finally trying to get his molars in, and it's just making him miserable. I feel terrible for him, and the only thing I seem to be able to do that makes at least a little difference is to give him tylenol every now and then, and hold him when he's really upset. It's very, very sad.

Let's Get This Party Started

Most of you know it's never too early (or too late) to get birthday festivities underway in the Watts house. We're all about birthdays! And since Ruth's is coming up next month, we decided we better get started on the planning for the myriad of parties she's going to have. She picked her theme and menu, and made her guest list today. And we even went to the party store and picked out some of the necessities (at 50% off, thank you very much)! It's going to be a "cowgirl" theme this year, though cowboys will be attending as well, and I think it's going to be lots of fun. (Have I ever mentioned before that I love parties)?!

Shameless Sales Pitch

I had a Pampered Chef party this morning, and even though earlier in the week I was discouraged because I knew not many people would be able to make it, it turned out very nice. Thanks to those who attended. For those of you who couldn't come or for those of you who are just interested in fun kitchen products, you can check out the online catalog. I'm closing out my show on Tuesday, so if there's something you want, you can get it there by putting my name in as host. You can also sign up to host a show, if you want to have a party of your own. I love parties and I love kitchen gadgets, and maybe you do too.

And The Green Grass Grows All Around

Due to incredibly bad experiences with our last two hired lawn guys and a long-ago broken mower of our own, our yard has turned into something of a jungle. But this week we bought ourselves a new mower, and today I reintroduced our lawn to to concept of a "haircut." Mowing is actually one of my favorite chores. I love being out in the fresh air. I love the smell of the fresh-cut grass. And I especially love how neat it looks when it's all done. (And I'm sure my neighbors feel even more strongly about that last one that I do)!

Standing On The Edge Of Your Life

Do you remember the feeling you had when you were about a month away from graduating from high school? That I-can-do-anything, nothing's-too-hard-for-me, I-will-change-the-world-and-the-sooner-the-better attitude? I admit I hadn't really thought about it too much until recently. But, we have a cousin on each side of the family graduating in May, and I've been reminded of that amazing feeling. What a special time--standing there on the edge of your life, where the possibilities are truly endless. My cousin, Cody, will be entering the Marines upon his graduation, and I'm so proud of him. And Jeff's third cousin, (though we just count her as "cousin") Anna, will be going to American University in Washington D.C. where she will study International Business and will work as a tranlator. It's so very exciting...and inspiring! There's no reason we shouldn't always keep that same excitement in our hearts and that same can-do attitude. There is no mountain that can't be moved..."So, be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea, you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way!" (From Ruth's and my favorite book: Oh! The Places You Will Go by Dr. Seuss).

I Have A Dream

More of a fantasy, really. And in it I live in a gorgeous house, where a photo-shoot for Southern Living has just taken place. There are no toys scattered about, no stains on the carpets, no knee-high grass to be cut or doors with broken locks--just to name a few things that are missing. There aren't even any screaming babies. Everything is in order and immaculate. And there are fresh flowers on almost every surface, including the nightstand beside my bed and the counter in the bathroom that no one ever uses. And sometimes I get so caught up in this fantasy that I actually start to believe that such a place exists, and I find myself searching aimlessly on the internet for it. And then I'm always a bit disappointed that it wasn't there. And if it was, it definitely wasn't in my price range! And then * poof* the dream is gone and I'm back where I am, which really is great. You just can't get something this lived in in "immaculate." But still, it doesn't hurt to dream...

Paskettee

What Did You Learn Today?

Most days, either over dinner or just before bed, one of us will ask the group what we learned today. Ruth asked the question at dinner tonight. Here are the answers:

Daddy: Was on his way out the door to go to Portuguese class where he hoped to learn a lot.

Mommy: I learned that if you put a load of towels in the dryer but never actually turn the dryer on, the towels will become dry, but not in the soft, fluffy towel sense.

Ruth: Perfected the "donkey kick" at gymnastics and learned that Jeffrey, from her class, had the same thing as her for lunch (a burrito), but his came in a fancy Lunchable package.

Weston: Didn't have much to say, but did learn what a cow says today.

What did you learn today?

White Easter

We're Out Of Here

We're off to visit my grandparents in Haskell for the weekend, where the Weather Channel is currently predicting SNOW for Sunday and "WINTRY MIX" for Saturday. It's April. It's Easter. It's Texas, for crying out loud. Snow is supposed to be a distant memory by now. To say nothing of the cute little Easter dresses we all have to wear on Sunday, which are not the least bit suited for this kind of weather! But despite how it sounds, we are very happy to be going. We are really looking forward to spending time with our family, winter weather or not. I hope you all have a safe and happy holiday, and I'll check in with you on Sunday or Monday.

Shake, Rattle And Roll

Jeff's grandfather (Pawpaw) was apparently quite the singer/songwriter back in the day. He passed away a few years ago, and Jeff, suspecting that no one was using it, recently asked if he could have his old guitar. My in-laws brought it over today, and we are absolutely thrilled to have it. It's in great shape, and inside the case we found some old songs Pawpaw had been working on, written down in his own handwriting and a chord book published in 1919. Such a treasure, for sure! What we didn't know was that we would also be getting a surprising bonus. When Jeff first lifted the guitar out of the case, there was an awful rattling on the inside. Upon further inspection, he found the cause of the rattling to be...what? Any guesses? No, I'm sorry, you're all wrong. What we found inside were rattlesnake rattles--38 of them to be exact, some of them very large! We aren't quite sure why Pawpaw decided to keep them in the guitar, but guessing on that has kept us entertained all evening. I didn't know Pawpaw all that well, but he was clearly a unique man. Seriously, though, it's so neat to have such a family treasure--surprises and all.

Big K, little k. What Begins With K?

Kindergarden, krying, K, K, K. (Work with me here, o.k.)!

Today was RRISD's Kindergarden Round-up, where they invite incoming Kindergardeners to the school to register for the upcoming school year. So this morning, with much enthusiasm, we entered Ruth's elementary school for the first time. We filled out the forms and found out some useful information and then got back in our van to come home. And for some reason that I can't quite explain, I noticed some moisture forming around the corners of my eyes. I know it couldn't have been tears, because I have always sworn that I would never be one of those moms--you know, the ones who cry on the first day of school and [gasp] on the registration day for the first day of school. Now don't get me wrong, I'm so excited for Ruth to go to school, and I just think it's going to be so wonderful. But I will admit that I did feel a twinge of sadness as we pulled out of the parking lot today. I just can't believe my little girl is growing up so quickly. And I think I'm going to miss her, cheesy as it sounds.

Tonight, when I was tucking her into bed, I was telling her how proud I was of her and how excited I was that we had signed her up for Kindergarden today, and she said to me: "Yeah. It's funny because it seems like I'm still a little girl, but I'm not really." And that pretty much sums it up. I want to watch her fly, and I want to give her the freedom she needs to do just that, but I have to say that just the thought of letting her go is harder than I ever thought it would be.

Lost In Translation

We watched "Lost In Translation" tonight, and I have to say it was definitely lost on me. I think it was one of the most boring, most pointless movies I've ever seen. I just didn't get it. We had both heard it was good, but we both give it a big thumbs down! So, my recommendation is don't see it if you haven't, and erase it from your memory if you have.

More Fun From The Weekend

There was more to our weekend than just pictures in the bluebonnets. We played in the water, tried on silly hats, walked Grandpa's dog, did a little fishing, made Mr. Taco bowls and ate olives off our fingers. Fun, fun times.

Bluebonnets Pics, As Promised

Off To Frolic In The Bluebonnets

My in-laws are coming home from Vegas for Spring Break and we're off to hang with them this weekend. Their property at Lake Buchanan is usually completely covered with bluebonnets at this time of year, so we're hoping to get some good pics, if the weather cooperates, and we'll share them with you when we get back. I hope you all have a chance to enjoy Spring this weekend as well.

Comida Muito Bom

Austin just opened it's first Brazilian Churrascaria, so we decided to give it a try tonight in honor of/preparation for Jeff's Portuguese class at UT, which starts next week. It was awesome! The best one we've ever been to, in my opinion...and we've been to one in Dallas and many in Brazil. (O.k. so all the ones in Brazil win for location, but the food at this one was really excellent). Jeff has already declared that we will definitely be going there again on his birthday (and possibly his half-birthday). No surprise, he's a big fan of all-you-can-eat high-quality meat!

That Time Of Year Again

For those of you who keep up with our goings-on through this blog, you know that things don't stay the same for very long inside the Watts house. I like to change things around...a lot! So, maybe two or three (or four or five) times a year, I re-arrange most of the furniture in one room or another, or sometimes several rooms. I never really plan for this to happen. I'll just be sitting in a room one day and think, "I wonder what it would be like if I just moved a few things around..." And the next thing you know everything is moved around. And usually while Jeff is at work, so that he comes home and isn't quite sure he's home.

Well, it happened again today--and also one day last week. And the two rooms targeted were our breakfast room and our living room. The idea was to create more space, or the illusion of more space, and I think we've succeeded. We're still testing it all out, trying to decide for sure if we're going to keep the new look. But, I think I like it. We'd love for you all to come visit us and tell us what you think. We welcome your opinion. Jeff's one suggestion for what could make the living room even better was a 92" TV screen and projector, so really there's no idea too crazy to share.

Lessons From Ruth And Mephibosheth

It's kind of been a week around here, what with being sick and some other little stressers. And by the end of today, I just felt kind of beat. And then, we knelt to pray with the kids before bed, and Ruth's prayer was simple: "Thank you, Lord, for providing everything we needed for today." And I was reminded of our Bible time this morning (which, honestly, I hadn't given another thought to after we said "amen" with the last prayer). We read a story about King David and his quest to find someone in the line of Saul that he might show favor to*. And if you know the story of Saul and David, you know they didn't have the closest of relationships. By all rights, David should have wanted to kill everyone in the line of Saul, but instead he just wanted to find even one that he could show kindness to. And he finally found Saul's grandson, Miphibosheth. This young man was lame in his feet and had been since he was a child. He had no way of making a living and was carried from place to place only when it was convenient for someone else to carry him. He had nothing. But, King David took him in to his own home and made him like one of his own children. And David made him a promise: "...You will always eat at my table." Ruth kept interrupting the story this morning and saying, "but when does Miphibosheth get healed," for she knows that that often does happen. And the answer was, "he doesn't get healed, but everything he could ever need has been provided for him...one meal at a time." And this is just how the Lord is with us when we accept the sacrifice of His Son. We deserve death, and He gives us life. We have nothing, and He gives us everything. And the fact of the matter is, sometimes our lives aren't perfect. Sometimes everything isn't "healed" just because we take up residence in the King's house. But we no longer have to live in fear. We no longer have to worry about what the future holds. His grace is sufficient for this moment.

Thank you, Lord, for providing everything we needed for today!

*The story of David and Mephibosheth can be found in 2 Samuel 9

Back Among The Living

We all survived our bouts with the tummy bug, but that's not to say we didn't wake up in what looked like a war-zone. I have no idea how being in flux between flat on my back and locked in a bathroom for just less than 24-hours could have inspired such a grandiose mess, but let me tell you, it did. The living room was literally an unnavigable maze of toys, books, blankets, shoes, just-in-case trash cans, magazines, piles of dried Play-Doh, pillows, Pepto bottles, remote controls, half-eaten bowls of soup and not-quite-finished glasses of Gingerale. And that was just the living room! So, Ruth and I dove in this afternoon--with a little help from Weston, who has discovered how fun it can be to pick something up off the floor and put it in the bucket. (Of course, he still thinks it's pretty fun to take something out of the bucket and put it on the the floor)! We got the house back into a livable condition and now I truly feel like I'm back among the living. The next time I decide to take a day off, I think I'll try somewhere other than Couchtown or Sickville, or at least try to bring along a maid!

Well, That Just Makes Me Sick

Truly wish I knew what "that" was. Friday morning we awoke at 6:30 to the sound of Ruth being sick in the bathroom. At 9:00, I heard Weston making some noise in the monitor, and went upstairs to get him. I could smell him way before I could see him, and I knew we had a problem. The kids went on to have a very happy, healthy day and haven't had any more trouble since. Seemed to be some kind of food poisoning. Then after we went to bed last night, I slept for about an hour and then spent most of the rest of the night and pretty much all of today in the bathroom. And this afternoon, Jeff decided he'd like to get in on the fun, too. The adult thing doesn't really seem to be related to the kid thing, but it does appear to be some other form of food poisoning. I just can't tell you how much fun we've been having today! And the poor kids have kind of been on their own. And believe me, the house looks it. But we're hopeful that we will all be over this by tomorrow and things will get back to normal around here.

Fun At The Fair

Weston enjoys the petting zoo

Face-to-face with Bambi

Stylin' Cowgirls

"I don't want to leave until I get roped."

Hangin' with Borden's golen girl, Elsie

Oh Baby

Every so often Ruth brings up the topic of babies--how they are made and how they are born--usually when she's hitting me up for a little sister. (This is how she usually brings up the conversation: Weston is a really nice little brother, but don't you think it would be fun if we had a little sister)?! She knows the basics (on a four-year-old level--"It just takes a little seed from the dad and a little seed from the mom, and {pause for effect} you get a baby." This said with spectacular hand motions and wonderful inflections.) and she always presents these facts to me in a way that says, "This isn't such a difficult thing. Why don't you get right on it?" I can't seem to get her to understand, that while I may be able to make the decision to have a baby, I don't have any control whatsoever over whether we get a boy or a girl. The funniest part of our conversation this morning was her question about how the baby gets out--"Mom, could you explain to me how the baby gets out. I don't think it would be strong enough to push out of the mom's belly, and anyway, that would just break the mom's belly and that wouldn't be good." I attempted to explain the birth canal and my mistake was comparing it to a tunnel. Her eyes lit up and she asked, "Is that a tunnel the baby can play in while it is in the mommy's tummy?" (I'm sure she was picturing some of our favorite playgrounds).

Anyway, we had this conversation during breakfast, and after we were done, she and Weston went off to play. In a few minutes Ruth came back into the kitchen, with Weston on her heels and her never-ending stream of make-believe dialog going on, and she announced to me that Weston was her baby. Then she just got completely cracked up, as she realized a discrepancy in her pretending, and said, "Well, he can't be my baby because I'm only 13...But someone gave him to me so I have to take care of him." At least I have her thinking that she shouldn't have a baby when she's 13!

I laughed myself to tears!

Did You Miss Me?

Well, three out of four Watts are back home, safe and sound. The kids and I had a great time visiting my parents. We shopped, ate out, played with the kitty, wrestled, read books, played dress-up and generally, had a ball. I'm expecting Jeff just any time, and then we will be complete here in our happy little home. And then we will rest. We are all tired after our adventures...and a bit disoriented. I keep thinking today is Saturday or Sunday.

He Left, But He Stocked The Fridge First

Jeff was bit by the cooking bug this weekend and he went crazy. He cooked all day on Saturday and all day on Sunday. He stocked our freezer and our refrigerator with yummy, yummy stuff. He even made his own ravioli--and I'm talking he made the pasta! It was awesome! And what's even better is that it means I don't have to cook for quite a while! Yippee!

So, he cooked up a storm and then he took off for North Carolina this morning on a business trip. He'll be back Wednesday night, and in the meantime the kids and I will be visiting my parents for the next couple of days. So, I'll catch up with all of you later this week.

And You Thought He Was Only Interested In Sleeping

Napping isn't the only thing that gets Weston excited. He also really likes to eat. And lately when he's hungry, he'll go over to the fridge, get up on his tiptoes and pull with all his might trying to get the door open, and trying to clue me in to the fact that he would like a bite to eat. It's a really cute ritual. As of yet, he hasn't actually succeeded in getting it open, but once he does, look out grocery bill!

You Do Funny Things When You're Sleepy

We went over to have dinner with my parents tonight, keeping us up long past both kids bedtimes. So, on the way home, Ruth was shooting us questions in rapid-fire succession trying to stay awake. Then, suddenly, she crashed. When we got home, she woke up just enough to get her shoes on, or so I thought. When I leaned in the door to see what was taking so long, I found her diligently trying to put a book on her foot. Very funny stuff!


And speaking of sleepy, Rip Van Weston entertained all of us tonight when my aunt put a blanket down on the floor and he beat a path over to it, trying to snuggle in for bed. I caught him as he was trying to get his position just right.

Dropping The Morning Nap

Well, it seems like Weston is trying to drop his morning nap, and frankly, I have mixed emotions about this. I really enjoy that time during the morning because I am able to get a lot done around the house. But, on the other hand, it will be nice to have a bigger window during the day to get errands done, and to get out of the house. I'm guessing that for now, he'll probably take the morning nap sometimes and not take it other times. He's still a sleepy little guy, though, and he loves to be all snuggled up. He got his hands on my jacket earlier and wrapped himself up in it and then started making his way to the stairs. So cute!

The Art Of Self-Feeding, With Blogger's Blessing

I Tried, Really I Did

I had planned to post some adorable pictures of Weston attempting to feed himself with a spoon tonight, but I have been fighting with Blogger about it for over an hour, and it looks like I will not be the victor tonight. We just aren't seeing eye-to-eye, and I haven't got the strength to fight any more. Maybe next time I will come out on top.

Life's Little Mysteries

A mystery by it's very nature and definition is mysterious. But some mysteries you kind of expect and accept: How many stars are there, really? What are the Marfa Lights? And what exactly is in a hot dog? No one really knows the answers to these things, though therories may abound. And that's o.k. We just accept that we don't know and move on. But some mysteries just kind of buzz around your head like a little gnat that you can't see, but you know it is there and it won't go away. Just such a mystery occured at the Watts house today. The kids and I left the house after lunch to run a couple of errands. We were probably gone an hour and a half. When we disembarked in the driveway upon our return, I noticed dirt spread all over the sidwalk. My immediate thought was that our resident rogue armadillo had really gotten out of control, uncharacteristicly in the middle of the day. But upon further inspection I noticed that there was definitely a method to the madness. A section of our front yard had been edged and mowed. I fired our last two lawn guys and haven't replaced them for this season yet, so I called Jeff to see if he had hired someone without telling me. He didn't know anything about it. Only a very small portion of the yard had been touched, and there wasn't a note or any indication of who had done the work. Mystery deluxe, is it not?!

Before The Rain

This weekend Jeff won a "Daddy Award" by putting up the monkey bars and the glider swing on the playscape out in the backyard. Ruth was thrilled; and while Jeff didn't necessarily enjoy the project, he did enjoy the smiles it inspired. He's such a good Daddy! And just as we got the last of the tools put away this afternoon, the rain began. So, with the windows up and the rain coming down, we were able to enjoy some high quality naps this afternoon. It's been a good weekend.

You Know You've Had Enough When...

When I was in college I often took advantage of Double Dave's "Two For Tuesday" deal. (O.k. so, I took advantage of it pretty much every single Tuesday). And then one Tuesday, I realized that I might be stopping in a little too frequently, when I walked in to pick up my order and the girl behind the counter said, "Mandi, right?" Well, tonight I had a bit of a deja vu experience. I ordered a pizza from Mangia for our hero babysitters, the Oberprillers, and then later decided to order one for us, and the lady said--before I even said a word--"Did you already order a pizza from us today?!" So what if I did?!! So. What. If. I. Did?!

Joining The Race

The human race, that is. That's right, the Watts have finally come away from Planet Antenna and joined the rest of the world in being able to view more than just 5 channels on our TV. We had Dish Network installed at our house today and the channel surfing has begun in earnest. (Now, granted, we signed up for the smallest possible package, but 40 is still more than five, so it's a thrill for us). Talk about a hot Friday night.

Dinner and Makeover

Tonight my friend, Angela, and I participated in a Mary Kay dinner and makeover party. Makeup really isn't my thing so much, but it was fun to go out and do something for me. I felt like I was a little girl playing dress up. And now I'm ready to wash it off and go back to being normal.

15-Month Check-Up

Well, we finally got everything worked out with the new insurance and were able to get Weston in to the new pediatrician today for his 15-month check-up. We like the new doctor just fine, but are still a bit sad to leave our other doctor. Dr. Little says Weston looks great and is doing all the things he's supposed to do at this age. She was most impressed with the way he wasn't bothered in the least by strangers. She admired his independence and liked the way he wanted to explore his surroundings. She also got a kick out of his toddler shiner, which he got when he fell while trying to walk over a pile of shoes and sleeping bags at the sleepover. Weston got two shots, and while he wasn't quite as tough as last time, the crying only lasted a moment. Weston is now 32 in. tall and weighs 25 lbs, which is a pretty good arm workout for Mom, I'll tell you. We are so proud of our big guy and the way he's growing and developing.

How Do You Like The New Look?

Inspiration struck last night while I was looking at Katie's blog, and I decided to play around with my blog and see what happened. This is it. I think it's a good change, but what do you think?

Weston And The Women: A Pictoral Review Of Our Sleepover

Friends

Ruth has dozens of friends, some of which she has had since she was 6 months old. And some of which are spending the night here tonight, as she has her first official sleepover. Weston, however, is just starting to get into the friend game, as it's difficult to make friends when you're napping. It's fun to see him starting to interact with people his size and with his same skill set. We met a little boy his age at the library today, and they really enjoyed each other. Then, this afternoon, we had a playdate with a new neighbor who has a little girl just a little younger than Weston, and they played really well together, too. Friends are fun, and we are so thankful for all our friends, both old and new!

Spring Has Sprung

I officially declared it Spring at the Watts house today, and to celebrate I brought all my exiled plants back out into the sunlight. Some of them were quite content in the garage and are already blooming. This makes me happy, happy, happy! No "blowing snow advisories" here, thank you very much! It's Spring and it's beautiful and I'm happy!

IKEA

I had my first opportuntiy to visit the IKEA store today. Wow. I don't think I've ever been in a larger store with cooler stuff at such reasonable prices! And when I say large, belive me when I say you could easily, easily get lost in there. In fact, if the store weren't so well marked, we never would have made it out. But we did make it out, and with some treasures. I got a really cool shelf for the utility room, a plastic bag storage unit and a couple of suction cup scrubbing brushes for the kitchen. And I have plans to go back soon for a few other things. If you haven't been there before, one of the neat things they have are rooms set up completely as if someone was living in them (without the clothes on the floor or the dishes in the sink), and Ruth went absolutely nuts over this. She went in every single room and prentended to live there ever so briefly. She opened every drawer of every dresser and cooked a meal in every kitchen. It was like a life-size doll house for her, and she just loved it. The next time we go back, though, it will definitely be in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week when, hopefully, it won't be so crowded.

Inflatable Wonderland

We had our first visit to Inflatable Wonderland today for a birthday party, and we had a great time. I think Weston thought the cushy trampolines were giant beds, and therefore he couldn't have been happier. I got a couple of great pictures of him, but Ruth wasn't still long enough for me to capture her. I'm guessing this will be a place we visit again.

Why Not?!

So, tonight Ruth was talking about taking care of different farm animals. She was saying that if we had such animals, I could milk the cow and she could water the horse. This led to a hilarious what-if game in which you just substitute the beverage (or liquid) and farm animal of your choice. For instance: How about punch a pig? Or brew the ewe? Or cream the chicken? Hilarious, see?! Why don't you try it for yourselves and see just how funny it is.

Getting COZI

I discovered a wonderful little tool today that, I think, is going to revolutionize our whole household. It's called COZI Central and it's a calendar/shopping list/photo collage program. And best of all, it's free. If you want to get COZI too, visit their website: cozi.com.

A Major Award

I won a major award...sort of. The fact that I won anything is really an accomplishment, though I recognize that, so far, 2007 has kind of been my year. (I've won two contests and been given a Mary Kay gift card just for being friendly). I participated in a contest at my Curves last week and I won! Pretty exciting, huh?! I know you are all dying to know what the prize was, so I won't keep you in the dark any longer. (Just promise me there won't be any rioting in jealousy when you find out). I won a koozie, a bottle of water and a moist towellete designed to make you feel fresh after exercising. Oh, the glitz, the glamour! It's just too much!

Two Little Monkeys Sitting In A Tree

Washing Clothes Not Watering Floors

You'll remember the last time laundry day rolled around, I was standing in a puddle of water with my big, fat sad face on. Obviously, I wasn't interested in a repeat perfomance this week. So, I turned to my beloved Craig's List for help, and thankfully, we were able to bring home a three-year-old washing machine this evening for a very reasonable price. It seems to be in great shape, and I think we will see more water staying where it should and less water on the floor in this laundry cycle! It really is the little things that make such a big difference!

One Less Thing

We keep this perpetual list of home improvements that need to be done around here, and once in a great while we actually check something off. Today was one of those special days! Woohoo! This was actually the completion of the the little plumbing project I began earlier in the week. Now my bathtub drains flawlessly (and the hole I left has been covered up) and I am very happy! Maybe some year in the near future we'll check something else off.

IQ

I decided to take an online IQ test today just for the fun of it. If the results can be trusted, then I have an IQ of 131. I didn't buy the 15 pages of results that would tell me exactly what that means but I did get a little summary for free, which pretty much hit the nail on the head. Here's what it said:

*Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind.*

That certainly explains the blogging and the scrapbooking!

Here's the test if you want to find out your IQ: http://web.tickle.com/tests/uiq/index_main.jsp

Bet You Didn't Know I Did That This Week...

• Played musical dressers, moving everything from my dresser to Jeff's and vice versa.
• Planted several new plants, including a blueberry bush and cactus seeds from Arizona.
• Made my own magnets out of inspiring quotes I found in some magazines.
• Sprayed myself and the entire front of my van with carbonated water after letting it roll around all over the place and then thinking it was just regular water.
• Wore Mardi Gras beads at the park.
• Vacuumed up a whole-heck-of-a-lot of popcorn kernals that Weston spilled all over the floor because Jeff and I forgot to put the bowl away the night before.
• Attempted a plumbing project on my own and mostly succeeded.
• Watched Dirty Dancing, the Ultimate Edition.
• Tried out the rower.
• Looked around in the grocery store for 15 min. for something called "tamari," and then later found out it's basically soy sauce.
• Found mega-bargains on books and children's clothes.
• Obtained permission from Sutton Co. Justice Court to take a driving safety course to have my speeding ticket dismissed.
• Read my Real Simple magazine.
• Made Weston an appointment with a new pediatrician.
• Sent in an application for Ruth for a Charter School.
• Received my first SkypeIn phone call.
• Listened to Jeff's appropriately sad lamentations about having to go to a lingerie website as part of his job.

...And maybe you didn't want to know, but now you do!

Flip-Flop Weather

(Picture me with a huge smile and a child-like giddiness).

What an absolutely gorgeous day!! I was able to dig out my long-lost flip-flop buddies who haven't seen the light of day in months and months. Yippee!! We wore flip-flops, played outside (at the park and here in the backyard), and bought gardening supplies. I love, Love, LOVE Spring!! (And you naysayers out there can just keep quiet. I know it's still Feburary and Old Man Winter could still make another pass, but I refuse to believe that on such a day as this)!

Puddles

...It's morningtime. Weston is just starting his day. He's getting his diaper changed and--uh oh, Mommy's a little late with the new diaper.

...It's laundry day. Time to take the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer. But wait a second, why are my feet getting all wet?! Oh, there's a river coming from the washing machine. Great.

...It's dinnertime. Why don't we get out those left over California Rolls for an appetizer. Oops! It looks like the lid isn't fitting tightly and now there's soy sauce all over the kitchen floor.

...It's clean-up time. The dishes have been cleared from the table, now it's time to wipe everything down. Huh. Would you look at that huge puddle of milk in Ruth's chair.

The fun never ends!

Yestserday's Mother Goose Is Today's Cat-In-The-Hat

Not Ourselves Today

Some days you wake up and you just don't feel like yourself. I knew today was just such a day when Ruth announced after breakfast that she would really like to be Mother Goose. The next thing I knew she was dressed, and I hardly recognized her. In fact, she did look just like Mother Goose. See for yourselves.



I didn't really feel much like myself today either. You can call me Luigi.

It's All Over But The Binding

I'm happy to report that I am now 99% finished with Weston's scrapbook. All I lack is his one-year picutre (which I don't want to put in until I can replace it in the frame with the 15-month picture) and binding it. I think it turned out rather marvelous, if I may be so bold. And it has been so much fun! I can't believe my little baby boy has gotten so big!

The next scrapbook adventure will be a mother/daughter effort of our trip to Vegas. And my role will mostly be a supervisory one. Ruth took all her own pictures and collected her own souveniers. I will just be helping her make some sense of everything and making sure that she doesn't cut or glue anything that shouldn't be. I'm excited to see where our combined creativity will take us.

A Short Video For Your Viewing Pleasure

http://www.esnips.com/doc/cd175705-12eb-4f5d-881e-1480fab38660/Weston-Getting-Up-Again-web

*Make sure your sound is on.