My completely awesome brother-in-law fixed our computer so now we're online again!! And in our new house, which we closed on a couple days ago. Holy freak, we're home owners!!! Now when we get mail addressed to "the homeowners at" it's actually for US! WOOOO!
No pictures just now. Real Estate Lady hasn't changed the "under contract" sign for the "sold" sign, and I want to take pictures that show we bought the house. But it's all legal and stuff, and we're officially in a whole lot of debt. XD
Life is turning out awesome, and after three weeks there's SO much to say, but obviously I don't have the time tonight. Just wanted to let those of you who watch this thing know that we're back online, and no, nobody died, and yes, we're doing well and we got the house. :D
I'm extra excited to be online again because my other amazing and awesome brother-in-law, Paul, is playing in a Paralympic Semifinal game at what will be 6am tomorrow for us, and now we get to see it live on www.universalsports.com!! YAY! It's going to be freaking intense. Canada is the #1 team, and USA is #2, and two years ago we beat them in double overtime. Yeah. Should be exciting. I'm sad that it's on Sunday. It's not really Sabbath material, is it? Well, it will sure wake me up. I'll have to sing lots of calming, soothing hymns afterwards to get ready to say the prayer in Sacrament Meeting. They'll probably want me to do opening or something. (They already have us speaking next week.....)
Time to nurse the Milk Monster (2). He's gotten SO big. I think he just had another growth spurt. He's noticeably taller. (sigh)
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
My update record, it's not so good....
Life continues to be hectic and exciting, in spite of the fact that busier people would certainly make fun of me for saying that. Poppet is 3 days too young for Kingergarten, even though she was reading Thomas Aquinas's Treatise on Law the other day. (I don't know how much she understood, but she could pronounce all the words correctly.) Yeah. So I'm probably going to be homeschooling her this fall. (E!GAD!)
We realized early this month that the house we had verbally agreed to rent was not going to be un-occupied by the owner's son before we had to move... so new housing arrangements needed to be made. And fast. .... So we're buying a house. (.....E!!!!GAD!!!!!!! -- But now I can eventually have a cat.)
Last Monday we found out it was for sale and decided to look at it. (My sister-in-law's cousin owns it and she was wrong about the price by about $40,000.) We fell in love with it. (It also happens, ironically and interestingly, to be the house my parents owned when I was born. My neighbor pointed out that it will be my first house ever in two different ways now.) We decided to see if we could do anything at all to buy it. We found that we could, miraculously. We agreed on a price and terms on Saturday and began the intensive mortgage approval process today. We will be literally around the corner from my oldest brother and his five kids. Apparently our neighbor to the north is super excited we're moving in. It seems she likes kids. :) (Good to know, and a relief. We'll be in that house for probably many many years.)
So now I'm all nervous about meeting people I will know for a long, long time. New ward, new neighbors. It will be nice to live in a less transient area. Less students, more actual families. But we've never lived anywhere for more than two years, so it's intimidating to me. First impressions and all that.
I swore I'd never live in Utah, or at least get out before Poppet started high school. Yep, nope. Sounds like not. I'monna raise me some Utards (and clearly, I will have to remove that word from my vocabulary) -- no offense to any of the truly awesome people I know who were raised in Utah!
I wonder how seminary will work if I homeschool the whole time....
And now, a few pictures of our summer:
I painted this butterfly for Poppet at the Stake Picnic a month or two ago.
He oozes charm -- what a funny little guy.
Made. Of. Cute.
I won't put up pictures of Darcy and I. No one wants to see us anyhow. :P No, I'll probably put one up from Friday. It's our six year anniversary, and we are going OUT. :D
I do, however, need to post a video of Little Hungry laughing. I'll make it it's own post, though. Baby gurgles are the happiest sounds EVER.
We realized early this month that the house we had verbally agreed to rent was not going to be un-occupied by the owner's son before we had to move... so new housing arrangements needed to be made. And fast. .... So we're buying a house. (.....E!!!!GAD!!!!!!! -- But now I can eventually have a cat.)
Last Monday we found out it was for sale and decided to look at it. (My sister-in-law's cousin owns it and she was wrong about the price by about $40,000.) We fell in love with it. (It also happens, ironically and interestingly, to be the house my parents owned when I was born. My neighbor pointed out that it will be my first house ever in two different ways now.) We decided to see if we could do anything at all to buy it. We found that we could, miraculously. We agreed on a price and terms on Saturday and began the intensive mortgage approval process today. We will be literally around the corner from my oldest brother and his five kids. Apparently our neighbor to the north is super excited we're moving in. It seems she likes kids. :) (Good to know, and a relief. We'll be in that house for probably many many years.)
So now I'm all nervous about meeting people I will know for a long, long time. New ward, new neighbors. It will be nice to live in a less transient area. Less students, more actual families. But we've never lived anywhere for more than two years, so it's intimidating to me. First impressions and all that.
I swore I'd never live in Utah, or at least get out before Poppet started high school. Yep, nope. Sounds like not. I'monna raise me some Utards (and clearly, I will have to remove that word from my vocabulary) -- no offense to any of the truly awesome people I know who were raised in Utah!
I wonder how seminary will work if I homeschool the whole time....
And now, a few pictures of our summer:
I painted this butterfly for Poppet at the Stake Picnic a month or two ago.
He oozes charm -- what a funny little guy.
Made. Of. Cute.
I won't put up pictures of Darcy and I. No one wants to see us anyhow. :P No, I'll probably put one up from Friday. It's our six year anniversary, and we are going OUT. :D
I do, however, need to post a video of Little Hungry laughing. I'll make it it's own post, though. Baby gurgles are the happiest sounds EVER.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Because it's fun to do pointless things on the internet!
I have dragon eggs. Please love them. (clicking the eggs will help them hatch, you see.)
Maybe I will see if I can adopt more. ... I wonder what will happen when they hatch. I will update. :)
Maybe I will see if I can adopt more. ... I wonder what will happen when they hatch. I will update. :)
Friday, July 18, 2008
Milestone?
more cat pictures
My children have discovered potty humor. I kind of regret letting them watch Nanny McPhee. Awesome movie, but unfortunately they really enjoyed some of the kids-being-naughty parts. Being preschoolers, of course THAT'S what they would remember. *sigh* I hear Poppet saying "poop bum" rather more often than I'd like, and laughing riotously over the baby "tooting in her diaper." (It sounds like "toot" -- imagine a rather musical rendition of the word that makes one thing more of musical instruments than bodily functions, but there you go.)
I guess I'll just need to put up with this for the next.... 15 years? How much longer will I be having kids, I wonder?
Plus also (I totally go that from you, Bex) if you haven't become a frequenter of the site I got that picture from.... you should. Boy and how does it give me my belly-laugh exercise on a semi-regular basis. I get my jollies from the LOLcats, I do. Always worth a chortle or so. Probably even if you hate cats. (You can imagine what must have been done to them to get some of those awesome expressions. Or you can just enjoy the captions, like me.) There are some inside jokes, but you catch on quick... unless you're obsessive like me and spend several days going through all the old ones til the very beginning. ... Did I just admit to that in front of... oh, well, there's only, like, 12 people who read my blog anyway, so I guess it's okay. *GRIIIIN*
.... It's officially late. I'm going to bed. And my parents are flying out for a visit tomorrow! YAY! (Blue Eyes sounds like he thinks they're coming out to see and play with HIM. *chuckle*)
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Father's Daughter
They say be careful because the girl you marry will grow up to be just like her mother.... Well, I like to think I'm just like my mom SOMEWHERE, but really, I'm turning into my father instead. I do tease my dad about it. For example, I spill things on my shirt when I'm eating, and say, "Man, I am so my father's daughter!" (Actually, this happened Sunday night, and inspired this post.) I also rough-house and get extra cuddly with my children, and think, "I'm just like my dad." Dad, you'll love this one: I've even started telling my kids it's time for bed, at, like, 6 pm. (Them, not me, of course, but sometimes me, too!)
But I hope I'm learning some of my father's sense of duty. I hope I'm learning even a fraction of his generosity. If I had even half his generosity, I'd still be one of the most generous people I know. Dad gets the number one spot, hands down. I hope I've inherited some of his positive outlook -- I want to be able to tell my children the same things about the potential I see in them as he's always told me. I think I got some of his intelligence, and it's done well for me. I got his love for football (after I sat next to him and had him explain the rules to me.) He taught me how to put together furniture from a box (and love every minute of it.) He taught me, with tears in his eyes, to love the gospel because life was a dark place without it. He's taught me what patience and long-suffering look like, because he's been so patient and long-suffering with me and my parental abuse. *wry smile* And he's shown me what it means to listen to the Spirit and try to fulfill your responsibility as a parent. He gave me the best advice I've ever gotten, and I met my husband because I followed his counsel.
It's not Father's Day anymore, but I was thinking of you, Dad. Maybe it's because it's almost the Fourth of July and you also taught me your patriotism, and gave me my love for our flag. I was thinking of you even before you gave me a call today. Love you, Dad. You're one of the best men I know, and it's a compliment to my husband to tell him he's a lot like you sometimes. (I wish I had a picture of the two of us when I was little -- that one of you with your head on a rolled-up sleeping bag and me on your tummy. That's how I feel right now. I still feel like a little girl when I think of you, and miss your awesome hugs.)
Now I'm all weepy. Gotta get a tissue.
But I hope I'm learning some of my father's sense of duty. I hope I'm learning even a fraction of his generosity. If I had even half his generosity, I'd still be one of the most generous people I know. Dad gets the number one spot, hands down. I hope I've inherited some of his positive outlook -- I want to be able to tell my children the same things about the potential I see in them as he's always told me. I think I got some of his intelligence, and it's done well for me. I got his love for football (after I sat next to him and had him explain the rules to me.) He taught me how to put together furniture from a box (and love every minute of it.) He taught me, with tears in his eyes, to love the gospel because life was a dark place without it. He's taught me what patience and long-suffering look like, because he's been so patient and long-suffering with me and my parental abuse. *wry smile* And he's shown me what it means to listen to the Spirit and try to fulfill your responsibility as a parent. He gave me the best advice I've ever gotten, and I met my husband because I followed his counsel.
It's not Father's Day anymore, but I was thinking of you, Dad. Maybe it's because it's almost the Fourth of July and you also taught me your patriotism, and gave me my love for our flag. I was thinking of you even before you gave me a call today. Love you, Dad. You're one of the best men I know, and it's a compliment to my husband to tell him he's a lot like you sometimes. (I wish I had a picture of the two of us when I was little -- that one of you with your head on a rolled-up sleeping bag and me on your tummy. That's how I feel right now. I still feel like a little girl when I think of you, and miss your awesome hugs.)
Now I'm all weepy. Gotta get a tissue.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Incredible
My family is sick. Blue Eyes has caught what Poppet has, and he is Crabby. Peiwen is starting to get a sore throat, poor guy. I still feel okay, so I have decided to get off my behind and actually do some of the things that need so desperately to be done and have been really bothering me. Like dishes. And cleaning the floor. The red rug will be impressive when I'm done, and if I weren't so embarrassed about it's current condition, I'd take before and after pictures. Instead I'll just try to document cleaning it after I've got it vacuumed and off the floor.
Blue Eyes has requested to watch The Incredibles. Good background for my heroic planned day. My kids tell me I'm Mrs. Incredible -- they like to assign roles, and so Poppet is Violet, Blue Eyes is Dash, Little Hungry is Jack Jack, Peiwen is Mr. Incredible, and instead of Helen or Elastigirl, I'm always Mrs. Incredible. I just smile and say thank you. In my head, Mrs. Incredible is not a character. It's a state of being. It makes me want to try to be Incredible.
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