Thursday, January 27, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
i mean, bear is beyond adorable. this cannot be denied.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
sat, the dryer gave up on clothes drying. it tumbled like a champ, but the wet clothes were just dizzy and still wet at the end of multiple cycles. thankfully, i was distracted by my awesome girls from highschool who came over from near and far to bond all together. this day of fun and food and friends still created a mound of laundry at the end. being a farmers wife and all, i assembled the drying rack directly in front of the corn stove and draped clothes all over it.
guess how well that worked? not. 24 hours later, most clothes were still damp.
over the last few days, i have discovered we are completely dependent on a dryer. we go through way more than a load of laundry a day. my room is currently an explosion of dirty clothes. there is literally laundry baskets full of clothes needing washing along every wall. eew. towels seem to be what make up most of our loads as there is lots of spilling and bathing happening on a daily basis. example: monday, kendra, katie, and ryan came over for a final farewell before kendra left us for albuquerque, new mexico. during their short stay, my boys spilled two glasses of water all over themselves and the table and the floor while dipping candy in them. well, there shirts came off, towels came out and the washer was full once again. towels take the longest to dry so i just keep rotating them around the corn stove.
i realize the ridiculousness of blogging about a dryer, but i have come to understand that the dryer is like a family member to me. typically very dependable, helpful, and warm. without it, i am lost in a maze of dirty laundry, left only with special occasion panties, and the one shirt i can manage to get dried amidst the smelly farm laundry from my husband and the little boy accident laundry from my kids that take priority over the i spilled pop on my jeans laundry of my own.
brad took us all shopping on sunday morn for a replacement. at first i was all fired up, making friends with the associates at menards, taking notes on prices and makes and recommendations. at lowes brad was tempted to take a dryer, a laptop, and whatever else struck his fancy. sears and the headache started, abc warehouse and i was faint with hunger for fast food and apathy for dryers. monday morn brad committed to fixing the broken one with parts from the three previous broken dryers still residing in the barn. there was cursing, crashing, and a new resolve to put up with abc warehouse. tuesday evening brad left with the truck to pick up the dryer we picked out at abc. he returned with a receipt from northgate and a promise of delivery today between 2-4. though i had no say in this dryer and in fact have no idea what to expect, i am eagerly awaiting northgates delivery peeps. there is a load of wet clothes in the washer, ready to be dried. and there is hope in my heart, and joy in my husband, hunting and gathering appliances for his fam.
i may have been commenting (or complaining) about the lack of clean clothes when brad calmly pointed out i would be an awful amish woman.
bring on the maytag. or whirlpool. whatever. bring it on
Monday, January 10, 2011
thank you jesus that we live in a place that we can experience all the seasons with intensity. you are a creative, loving, awesome god and i bless you for showing us these aspects of yourself in the changing of seasons.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
lesson learned: do not attempt to feed her while feeding myself supper. the salad (brad's suggestion, might have something to do with a certain new year's resolution) i had prepared tasted much better without ayla's contribution of baby spit.
seriously, who looks this cute while preparing to vomit? that's my girl!!
Monday, January 3, 2011
this precious little one is so protected by her big bro's that they insisted they come along to her appointment. bear continually reassured me that he is a kid and not a baby, therefore he does not need to talk to dr lund, or even look at her directly. after each procedure, bear said "not weston's turn. only aya".
max would whisper quietly to me about how good his sister was doing. "look mom, she is doing so great!" and she did.
while we were awaiting dr lund, things were a little backed up as dr lund just returned from vacay and we had a midday appt, the boys explored the handless garbage can, and played with toys all over the table. also, we took pics as the camera was left in the diaper bag since florida and was not lost. (i feel the need to declare when i do not lose things as the times when i do lose things are way to frequent. that is my new years resolution, to be more responsible and less messy. kirsten, can you come over and clean again? just kidding :))dr lund's ability to maneuver amidst the toys was impressive. ps- bear did not sprout a mole on vacation, that is a spot remaining from the chocolate santa i had smuggled in my diaper bag to distract my boys from wreaking havoc on the dr's office. it lasted until we were seated in the waiting room, then they confiscated any and all snacks and promptly scarfed them down.
ayla is seriously a delight. a wonderful baby, content and happy most of her life. we were reminded again and again how adorable and good of a baby ayla jo is while out and about in florida. she spent most of an entire week bundled up in a sling, or stroller. she would smile and coo whenever spoken too. here we are at gatorworld, feet away from real gators. here's max climbed up onto a display, directly next to a sign prohibiting such behaviour., directly above a seemingly hungry and crabby gator. thankfully, it was to cold to really get the gators moving, so he was safe. ayla is the cute pink blob strapped to my chest.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
in the meantime, here is the story of our arrival home last evening amidst the snowflakes.
the preparations for departure actually began fri evening, after spending the day soaking in the last of florida, brad ended up with the stomach flu! not even joking. i banned him to the living room, lysoled my way to putting the boys down, and began the packing process in between checkin in on the violent vomiter.
when dawn broke, brad was still pukin and the packing was not much farther along. taking advantage of having a grandma close by, i called in a breakfast order and started loading the kids up for the short drive to gma's condo across the subdivision. apparently i took to long, for grandma appeared at the door to take max for a walk to her condo. well, this left bear completely distraught. i strapped him in the strolled and strapped ayla in her sling. finally we approached the condo to see gma coming along with bear's bike. well with bikes available, no one wanted breakfast so meltdowns multiplied and timeouts were doled out. i asked gma to babysit while i threw the rest of our belongings into several small luggage arrangements. after a short while, she dropped the boys off as she was just to tired and went home to her condo for lunch.
thankfully, we had several leftovers in the fridge which i combined into a snack lunch for the boys and some bread for the still healing cookie tosser. i quick went outside and sat poolside for 20 minutes as that was what i had wanted from the vacation and sat was the one and only day sunny and warm enough for such an activity. when my time was up, i did yet another load of bedding and started dragging things to the van. we were on our way.
the airport was way busier coming home than we arrived one week ago. security checks took an entire 45 minutes during which the boys would try to sneak away. also, there was an apparent prob with the a/c because hot hot hot. i thought the puker was going to pass out or upchuck all over so i entertained the kids, hauled all our carry ons, and kept the ticks/ids at hand for the check. risky move, i lose everything, including my cell at sea world...
once our two diaper bags, one carry on suitcase, portable dvd player on loan from the habers, my purse, the sling, the stroller, the carseat, all five pairs of shoes (yes, even ayla's were suspicious), two belts, and max's backpack were deemed safe; we set up camp by the gate. i took the kids to forage for sprite for brad and his pukes, get candy and gum for the ride, and purchase a shake that i was craving despearately. no sooner did i successfully complete these goals when we started to board and i had to toss the shake. no time for tears, because we had to drag all aforementioned carry ons on the plane and stuff it in the appropriate places.
our seats were arranged nicely. max at window, wes in middle, mommy and ayla on my lap, aisle, and then the sickey. once we were situated, the fam we sat behind on the flight down to flordia arrived and took over the seats in front of us. this is not just your typical fam but a loud mouth mother, whiny toddler named amelia who sounded as if she had a very contagious case of pneumonia, and their 18 month old son carter who we heard repeatedly "is such a charmer", "is so tired", and is his mommy;s "little man". carter does not like to fly, and as brad says the loud mouth lady's "husband hates her".
i glanced at brad with a look that asked "should we just bail now and start walking to mi?", and then noticed how wet my lap had become. oh sure, ayla pooped everywhere!! while the pilots were taxing down the runway, i was stripping my babe to nakey and using wipes to attempt a massive wipe down of the poopy baby girl. i tossed the outfit in the garbage and managed to wrestle another one on as we took flight.
the rest of the 2 jr flight went smoothly until we began our initial descent and max had to pee something fierce. he cried, he begged, he whined. still, the stewardesses said no, please wait until we land. then bear began to cry as the turbulence bounced us around and max went into hysterics. as soon as we touched down, i rushed maxer into the bathroom, hauled bear onto my hip and watched in giggles as max peed over the entire bathroom during the jarring ride to the gate.
we collected our baggage and hightailed it into the winter temps, me with bear riding on the stroller crying that it was too cold. he was right! brr. the veen was again our refuge and it took us only 10 minutes to find in the freezing cold.
so, moral of the story, we are just staying home for the next 25 years. feel free to come over as we will not be leaving.
just kidding, we had a beautiful time (mostly) and are so grateful for the opportunity to vacation as a fam. thank you jesus for the safe and adventurous travels.