Every Room Should Have a Fridge

The boy and I went on a short shopping trip Saturday morning. We headed out to buy another jogging stroller…and bought a new fridge instead. Don’t ask. My newest addition was delivered the next day and that is how Sunday turned into renovate the house day. The old fridge is not broken, I’m just sick of the bottom freezer drawer. So we plan to keep it in the garage for extra storage space. The garage however needs extra storage space. One guest room makeover and hauled away trailer full of garage treasures later, there is a site designated for the old fridge. Have you asked yourself where the fridge is currently dwelling? In my dining room! Because this is where Idiot Husband parked it so to keep it plugged in while we were rearranging. This made sense. Today, three days later, it does not. This better not turn into the Christmas Tree stand off of 2007. That fake tree was up until Easter. This fridge better not see a holiday. Especially since the next one isn’t until September. Lord help him.

Happy Friday!

Oldie but Goodie. Picture from Easter shoot, but I just love it so I had to share.

Growing and Growing

Eat and smile. Smile and eat. This is the life of baby girl. She eats snacks constantly and when it’s meal time, she eats hers and then reaches over to her brother’s plate to help him polish it off. Then when daddy gets home, she shares his dinner too. Somehow she has managed to lose 3 of her chubby rolls on her legs (1 on left leg, 2 on right). Yes, I notice these things. She is so active, running after her brother, that she is somehow thinning out despite the enormous amounts of food she eats. My baby is turning into a toddler. Sigh. PS-these are photos taken in the past few weeks. It’s always easy to catch a pic of her putting food in her mouth!

And it begins...

Ahh crap. My organization essentials have started to arrive. No more procrastinating. First shipment of four fairly large boxes came yesterday, which excited the kids immensely. The Boy ran back to their kitchen and returned with a plastic knife. He tried to “cut” the tape on the boxes to open them. I guess he watches mommy open her goodies via internet shopping a little too often. The Girl was happy just climbing on them. The first box that I opened puzzled me. I could not recall ordering anything that would need these large boxes, and then The Boy discovered why they were so large: retailer’s wasting resources. Refer to photos of the vast amount of paper needed to ship and protect this petite table top ironing board. It provided a brief moment of entertainment for the kids, but still bugs me.

As for the ironing board, yes, I broke down and purchased an iron. Fortunately it has yet to arrive so the chore of ironing is not added to my chaos as of today. I have never owned an iron. I have only attempted to iron once. Did not work out well. I bring clothes to the drycleaners for them to iron…or to my mother in laws housekeeper. But this is getting silly. The kids wardrobe is ever expanding and I need to suck it up and do this chore myself. Maybe. Maybe if her housekeeper quits. And the new one doesn’t iron.

Fun with knots...

Really? Does this book title captivate you? Make you want to learn all about knots and waste your precious spare time tying them? If you answered no to these intriguing questions, you are not Idiot Husband. We made a trip to Barnes and Noble Sunday, and while I was checking out, he runs up all excited b/c he found this fascinating book that teaches you how to tie a useless amount of knots. And to make it more exciting-it was on the clearance rack! Wow, imagine that? What luck to have found this enthralling book, and on sale as a bonus. Idiot Husband was well on his way to a perfect Sunday. So as a basket of laundry lay at his feet to fold, a garage called his name for a clean up, a backyard anticipated a weeding, a shower head waited to be replaced, and trashcans expected to be placed at the curb…he sat. With this book. And two pieces of rope. Beaming, and occasionally urging me to see just how cool his latest accomplished knot was.
What was I doing during his retreat into the world of knots ? Wiping noses, cooking dinner. preparing next day lunches and bags, washing clothes, playing kitchen, reading the Boo Boo book, playing horsey (I, being the horsey), downloading pictures, updating laptop b/c too many pictures, singing ABC’s and Twinkle Twinkle, and occasionally pausing to see a cool knot. God love em.

Clutter Chaos

Chaos? Doting on and caring for 2 kiddos under 2, working semi-full time and trying my damnest to be a good and patient wifey, is all part of life. No big deal. But then I add little projects (like this blog for instance) into the mix. Currently I am on a de-clutter every closet in my house mission. I started by ordering a bunch of organization “necessities” from a couple of websites last week. This helped to prolong the mission b/c obviously I cannot start without these essentials. So while this is in limbo, I am in the middle of Lysoling and washing unused baby gear items so that I can get rid of that type of clutter. So far, this task is making me crazed b/c of nostalgia reasons mostly. Mommies can understand this. Daddies cannot. And the daddy in my house is wasting his time trying to figure out the meaning behind the craziness- wondering if this is b/c I want another baby (not really), or am sad my babies are growing up (this could be the correct answer to almost any question), or that the house still looks like we have out grown it even with this stuff gone (good guess), or maybe it’s just b/c I am realizing how much money I’ve spent on all this crap that still looks brand new (ding ding ding!).

Hello!

I have been married for 7 years to the love of my life, whom I lovingly refer to as Idiot Husband. It truly is a term in endearment, and a term that I use with my friends when we share his mishaps and misgivings. He is vaguely aware of it, and this wonderful attitude towards my quirks and wittiness is how we keep our marriage strong. He really does add entertainment to our home without knowing, nor knowing any better. Together we are raising the two most precious children that are the center of my universe. They are 14 months apart and I refer to them as the twins lately b/c they mimic each other and play together with their secret jibber jabber like I would imagine twins to do. The boy is 2 and the girl very recently turned 1. They look just like mommy and act just like daddy. Lord help us all. The girl is beautiful and tough, and showing signs of cunningness that frightens me a bit. The boy is strong willed and loving, and not showing much room in his vocabulary for any other word but “no”. This blog will be mostly about my unconditional love for those angels and whatever stories I’m not too embarrassed to share, although at this stage in the mommy game I don’t have much shame!