Some funny quotes from this week.
Jack:
Jack was putting his book away at bedtime and really absentmindedly says "You're better than I thought." I said "at what?" and he turns around and goes "like, being nice...."
"I'm better at being NICE than you thought????" (as I attacked him and tickled the crap out of him)
WHAT?
Ryker:
As I was putting him in bed the other night, he asked to hold my hand "for jus couple minutes." This is a request every night. He was kind of hyper so I held his hand and talked very quietly to him.
me: "I love you Ryker. Daddy loves you. Jackson loves you." (still fidgeting) "Grandmommy loves you. Grandma Bernice loves you. Bob loves you."
Ryker: "Doze siwy guys..."
me: "Who?"
R: "Gwampa Mark..."
me: "...and Uncle Ry Ry?"
R: "Yes. Dey yuv me."
me: "Yes, they do."
R: "...and Santa. He yuv me. And Cwisti and Bef. Dey yuv me. And Gaga and Papa - dey yuv me too...and Bwody and Owen (kids at school) - dey yike me.....me."
me: "Yes, they all love you."
R: "...Me. I yuv me."
How awesome is that? Hilarious!
He also says the same things every night to me as I say good night and try to leave him room. It's always some variance on the following:
"I no want you go to sweep now. I want you do your work. And do da dishes. And watch tv - watch baseball, okay? You get your computer. And keep dat gate open jus a wittle bit. And don't forget about brekfast, k?"
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Disposable Income
Well, it happened. Chuck got the permanent job at Best Buy. It hasn't been announced at the company, so (1) if you work at Best Buy, oopsies and HUSH YOUR MOUTH, and (2) if you get an urge to write something on his Facebook wall or any other public place, don't.
Okay, now that that's out of the way, I thought it was funny how Chuck and I both reacted to the not-quite-as-tight-purse-strings.
I wanted to eat out a lot. I also bought a new dress, shirt and boots for work.
Chuck also went on a mini-shopping spree. His purchases, not including normal groceries: a label-maker, a new crockpot, a salad-spinner, and the most ginormous bottle of vodka I've ever seen.
Okay, now that that's out of the way, I thought it was funny how Chuck and I both reacted to the not-quite-as-tight-purse-strings.
I wanted to eat out a lot. I also bought a new dress, shirt and boots for work.
Chuck also went on a mini-shopping spree. His purchases, not including normal groceries: a label-maker, a new crockpot, a salad-spinner, and the most ginormous bottle of vodka I've ever seen.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Ryker Reads Winnie the Pooh
Here is a video I just found, taken maybe a month ago, of Ryker reading Winnie the Pooh. I miss him while he's at Camp Grandmommy and thus have watched this three times today.
Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUBNDppl3j8
Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUBNDppl3j8
Vacation!
I love vacation. I have two parts to this one.
Part 1: Vacation in Dubuque.
Why Dubuque? Well, I was trying to concoct a nice little anniversary present for Chuck and me. My mom agreed to meet us in Iowa (halfway between Mpls and StL) and take the kids back to StL with her as her part of the present. I decided that we would head to some quaint little town in Iowa for a few days before Chuck needed to get back to work. Dubuque seemed as good as any.
On Friday we drove down to Waterloo, met my mom and ate lunch together, then threw the kids in her car and screeched out of the parking lot. Not really. I couldn't watch as they drove away. Something feels so WEIRD about sending your kids away with someone else. And all we talked about for the beginning of the REST of our drive was how confused the kids looked as we packed them and their things in a different car and shut the doors. But they have Grandmommy and that is HEAVEN to them.
We stayed in this fancy hotel in Dubuque that has been renovated, and we had a corner suite with a whirlpool. There were windows all over the place, and the ceilings were really tall and it was REALLY nice. And I slept for 12 hours. Ahhhh.
Saturday morning we got coffee at this cute little coffee shop. I sat in an awesome chair and he took a picture, then threw this huge tin thing on my lap and I frowned because I knew, without knowing what the tin thing SAID, that he was making fun of me. Here's the shot to prove it. He's such a romantic, isn't he?
Then we went downtown and walked around on the River Walk and watched a train come through while we waited for the winery to open.
Then we did a wine tasting, which I've never done. It was so much fun. The woman was great and pouring generously. And that's sort of funny because it was noon and Chuck and I hadn't eaten a thing since the night before. AND she gave me Ghirardelli dark chocolates and they were so good. She poured them into a napkin for me to take home when we were done. We bought three bottles of wine from her.
Then we ate lunch and headed over to Galena. I had never heard of it, but they had a brewery and we thought that would be fun. We drove into town and it looked like a normal little sleepy old town. Only it's NOT sleepy because there were HOARDS of people walking up and down the streets. We got to the brewery and asked the lady what was going on and she looked confused. I was like "why are there so many people here?" and she was like "oh, it's like this every weekend". Weird. We walked around for awhile and ran into a wine shop - Jamie's Wine Shop. Ha. The sign was too high over the door so we couldn't get a picture of me with it, but we went in and it was CROWDED, of course, because apparently that's how it always is. I asked the woman if SHE was Jamie and she said no and I explained. Turns out they have a label too, so we are now the proud owners of a bottle of a Jamie cab. I'll let you know how it is.
Back in Dubuque, we drove around downtown and tried to find an ATM. We found it, and also found THIS (look carefully, that's me at the bottom of the pitchfork):
Saturday night we went to the casino. The sports bar in there was delicious. We played video poker and figured out that I am a SPEED gambler. I have no idea why, but I play really, really quickly. Chuck was laughing at me. I lost $20. Chuck won $2.
Then Sunday came and we had to head out. On the way back, however, I spotted the town that the Field of Dreams was set in, and decided a quick visit was in order. Who can pass that up? Chuck, for one. But he told me it was all me and kept talking about me "livin' the dream" and that little joke seemed to keep him entertained enough, so off we went. It was ADORABLE. They keep it up really well and it totally is the FIELD OF DREAMS, complete with the corn fields in the outfield. Awesome. We rounded the bases and everything. That's me coming out of the corn just like the players, and crossing home plate. Score.
Then back on the road and home again home again.
Now starts Part 2 - the Staycation. Yay! But I miss my babies. Thanks to Grandmommy for taking good care of them and letting us have a little quiet time.
Part 1: Vacation in Dubuque.
Why Dubuque? Well, I was trying to concoct a nice little anniversary present for Chuck and me. My mom agreed to meet us in Iowa (halfway between Mpls and StL) and take the kids back to StL with her as her part of the present. I decided that we would head to some quaint little town in Iowa for a few days before Chuck needed to get back to work. Dubuque seemed as good as any.
On Friday we drove down to Waterloo, met my mom and ate lunch together, then threw the kids in her car and screeched out of the parking lot. Not really. I couldn't watch as they drove away. Something feels so WEIRD about sending your kids away with someone else. And all we talked about for the beginning of the REST of our drive was how confused the kids looked as we packed them and their things in a different car and shut the doors. But they have Grandmommy and that is HEAVEN to them.
We stayed in this fancy hotel in Dubuque that has been renovated, and we had a corner suite with a whirlpool. There were windows all over the place, and the ceilings were really tall and it was REALLY nice. And I slept for 12 hours. Ahhhh.
Saturday morning we got coffee at this cute little coffee shop. I sat in an awesome chair and he took a picture, then threw this huge tin thing on my lap and I frowned because I knew, without knowing what the tin thing SAID, that he was making fun of me. Here's the shot to prove it. He's such a romantic, isn't he?
Then we ate lunch and headed over to Galena. I had never heard of it, but they had a brewery and we thought that would be fun. We drove into town and it looked like a normal little sleepy old town. Only it's NOT sleepy because there were HOARDS of people walking up and down the streets. We got to the brewery and asked the lady what was going on and she looked confused. I was like "why are there so many people here?" and she was like "oh, it's like this every weekend". Weird. We walked around for awhile and ran into a wine shop - Jamie's Wine Shop. Ha. The sign was too high over the door so we couldn't get a picture of me with it, but we went in and it was CROWDED, of course, because apparently that's how it always is. I asked the woman if SHE was Jamie and she said no and I explained. Turns out they have a label too, so we are now the proud owners of a bottle of a Jamie cab. I'll let you know how it is.
Back in Dubuque, we drove around downtown and tried to find an ATM. We found it, and also found THIS (look carefully, that's me at the bottom of the pitchfork):
Then Sunday came and we had to head out. On the way back, however, I spotted the town that the Field of Dreams was set in, and decided a quick visit was in order. Who can pass that up? Chuck, for one. But he told me it was all me and kept talking about me "livin' the dream" and that little joke seemed to keep him entertained enough, so off we went. It was ADORABLE. They keep it up really well and it totally is the FIELD OF DREAMS, complete with the corn fields in the outfield. Awesome. We rounded the bases and everything. That's me coming out of the corn just like the players, and crossing home plate. Score.
Then back on the road and home again home again.
Now starts Part 2 - the Staycation. Yay! But I miss my babies. Thanks to Grandmommy for taking good care of them and letting us have a little quiet time.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Wheels Have Come Off
I generally try to keep this blog from being too centered on my complaints about things. That's not why you three read it. =) You read it to keep tabs on my family and see cute pictures of the kids and hear funny quotes from them. Fine. I actually have a whole separate blog which I use as a dumping ground for the multitude of thoughts that come pouring out of me every day. I keep you guys away from that, and for that you should be exceedingly grateful.
HOWEVER, it's not all unicorns and rainbows and this week, in particular, has been more like cockroaches and thunderstorms. And I'm gonna vent now.
I already started down this path with the last post, about our A/C problems. We had a couple estimates come through and they are dollar amounts I just don't like to see. It's something we need to do, that's fine. But I don't have to like it. And it looks like it won't be able to be done for another week or two.
Also, my mom had a little scare. She is now the proud owner of a stent, and she didn't actually have a heart attack, so that was good. No damage that way. But it would have been nice to just not have her have to deal with that.
Then Jack went to the dentist this morning, for the first time. Don't call the authorities on me. He has 3 cavities and by some lapse in judgement I don't have him covered on my dental insurance. Awesome.
Work is crazy stressful too, so that isn't helping.
Make it all go away.
HOWEVER, it's not all unicorns and rainbows and this week, in particular, has been more like cockroaches and thunderstorms. And I'm gonna vent now.
I already started down this path with the last post, about our A/C problems. We had a couple estimates come through and they are dollar amounts I just don't like to see. It's something we need to do, that's fine. But I don't have to like it. And it looks like it won't be able to be done for another week or two.
Also, my mom had a little scare. She is now the proud owner of a stent, and she didn't actually have a heart attack, so that was good. No damage that way. But it would have been nice to just not have her have to deal with that.
Then Jack went to the dentist this morning, for the first time. Don't call the authorities on me. He has 3 cavities and by some lapse in judgement I don't have him covered on my dental insurance. Awesome.
Work is crazy stressful too, so that isn't helping.
Make it all go away.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Signs Your House is Too Hot
We have been on a new little adventure. I have affectionately dubbed it Realizing How Much We Took Air Conditioning For Granted. Catchy, no?
The repair guy came out Monday and tried to refill the coolant, which was empty. He could hear it leaking out as he poured. Apparently some THING chewed a giant hole in our compressor. This is the critter, as conjured by my vivid imagination (or, more specifically, as conjured by a google search for "monsters"):
So we have to replace our air conditioner, and the repair guy also dissed our furnace so we're likely replacing that as well.
With that as the intro, I bring you a list of ways you can tell that your house is too hot:
1. Your refrigerated butter melts as soon as you spread it on untoasted bread.
2. Your child asks you to read his books to him while he stands in front of his new fan.
3. You refuse your child's request (see #2) because he's blocking the air from cooling YOU off.
4. There are heat warnings, but you have your windows open because it's still hotter inside than out.
5. You take a shower, dry off, get dressed and go to the living room. Your child touches your neck and asks why you didn't dry off after your shower.
6. Your extremely frugal husband suddenly becomes a huge fan of dining out.
I hate ending lists on anything but 5s and 10s, but I have to get back to work. So there.
The repair guy came out Monday and tried to refill the coolant, which was empty. He could hear it leaking out as he poured. Apparently some THING chewed a giant hole in our compressor. This is the critter, as conjured by my vivid imagination (or, more specifically, as conjured by a google search for "monsters"):
With that as the intro, I bring you a list of ways you can tell that your house is too hot:
1. Your refrigerated butter melts as soon as you spread it on untoasted bread.
2. Your child asks you to read his books to him while he stands in front of his new fan.
3. You refuse your child's request (see #2) because he's blocking the air from cooling YOU off.
4. There are heat warnings, but you have your windows open because it's still hotter inside than out.
5. You take a shower, dry off, get dressed and go to the living room. Your child touches your neck and asks why you didn't dry off after your shower.
6. Your extremely frugal husband suddenly becomes a huge fan of dining out.
I hate ending lists on anything but 5s and 10s, but I have to get back to work. So there.
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