Sunday, February 24, 2008

Back to the drawing board, Maytag.

I wish I had kept track of the number of times I've been vomitted on the past little while. I'm sure it would impress you. But I didn't think the numbers would reach such heights and didn't think about it from the start. Hindsight, eh?



My poor boys have been so sick.



You know that your kids are sick when you wish your washing machine not only had a super sanitize cycle, but also had a built in garburator.

Good times...good times.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Oh the stress!

Elijah says to me today, "Um...well, you know Mommy, I'm pretty stressed."

Should I be worried?

It has been a rough couple weeks for him because we've dragged him around, looking at over 40 houses, usually 7-8 at a time. Two days ago we were busy doing house hunting-y things from 2pm until 9pm, in which during that time he only had one meltdown due to some simple miscommunitication. It was a difficult day for him indeed, but I know he will reap the benefits of it soon....because...

WE BOUGHT A HOUSE!!!

Yippeee!!!

Our torture of being homeless for the past 7 months is coming to a close, and in 2 months, not only will we be in our new home, but we will likely already be settled into our new home!!

Not too many people know the relief that I feel. I'm sure there's the odd one out there who knows what it's like to go through crap like this (ahem....like my parents...hehe, right guys? Twice....) Actually I'm sure there's a ton of people who know what I feel like. And I feel like dancing and shouting WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

I dunno...

There is nothing like the questions of a 3 year old to make you feel like a complete idiot. At least there is nothing like the questions of my 3 year old to make me feel like a complete idiot.

These are the questions Elijah asked me today...

"What's a spark?"
Okay. We all know what a spark is, but how do you explain it?
And what kind of spark? The spark that starts a fire, or the spark between 2 people?

"Are there germs on this?" (pointing to his cucumber slices)
"Probably" I say.
"WHAT?" he asks with a very startled look on his face.
And then for the millionth time he asks me what a germ is. I've obviously done a poor job of explaining it to him.

"Where does this water come from?" (while washing his hands).
I explain it comes from a water tank in the house and goes through pipes in the walls and floors to get to the faucet.
"But where does that water come from?"
"Um....big water cisterns, maybe. Or a big water reservior."
"Where?"
"I don't know. Somewhere in the city."
The scowl on his face shows me my answer has not satisfied him.

"Why do I have bones?"
Try explaining that one while helping your 3 year old go to the bathroom at Safeway while your 1 year old is standing up in the stroller and screaming because he dropped his soother on the bathroom floor.

"What does dead mean?"
Uh, do we have to talk about this?

"Mommy, why do they call it the Monster Jam?"
Um....uh....good question! Why do they call it the Monster Jam?