Archive for the ‘Monkey's’ Category

This Old/New House

May 26, 2011

In about another month we will be moving, YET AGAIN.  But this will (hopefully) be the 2nd to the last time we move.  Since Todd and I have been married (coming up on 8 years) we have lived in 5 places cumulatively.  His apartment, my apartment, 2 owned homes and 1 rental house.  The rental house is where we are currently.  When we moved in here a year ago we thought it would be more temporary than it has become.  We thought that we would be out before Thanksgiving.  But fall came and went and yet we are still here. 

We had a plan to buy some land from my Grandma.  We were going to buy the farm where my mom has lived all her life.  She would stay and we would also build there.  But due to my aunt not wanting to sell to us, our plans had to change.  This was and still is a very frustrating situation.  We had spent years and a good chunk of money planning on that piece of property being our forever home.  Up until it was time to sign some papers we never heard that it may not be a possibility for us to live there. We had started Kermit in the school district that we *thought* we would be in by Thanksgiving.  I was driving him to and from the bus stop.  The bus stop being my Grandma’s house and it’s a half an hour one way from our rental house.  We considered this a minor inconvenience.  It will only be a few months of driving him we thought.  Oh NO, NO.  So, we had to move on, in our minds and literally from that 40 acres. 

In early January we ran in to an acquaintance in town and we did some catching up.  He said he had a piece of property that may suit us.  We said our main concern was that we could build on it right away.  If we were moving to the area, we needed a roof over our head.  He said yes, we could build.  So we went to look at it, did some discussing and then decided to sign a PA.  Around the time of closing, we were talking to him about our plans and he said No we couldn’t build there.  He had bought the property  on a contract for deed and was selling it to us on a contract for deed.  But the lady who still ‘techinically’ owned it said we couldn’t build until it was paid off.  This put a massive monkey wrench in our plans.  What good would this 20 acres be if we couldn’t build a house there?  So plans on that piece came to a screeching halt.

Back to square one.  We are still living in the rental with no good options as to where to go.  It’s now (in my story) the end of March.  There is one property that is a slight possibility and it seems like a long shot, but hey, what have we got to lose?!  So Todd makes a phone call to his cousin, Donald.  Donald says, why yes they are considering selling the farm.  It has become time since his dad’s passing and even though it is bitter-sweet, let’s have a discussion about us (family) buying the farm.  So we sat down with them a few times, hashed out some details and lo and behold, we will soon be the owners of the farm!!

This farm is the one that before Todd and I were married we drove by a few times and Todd had always said, I’d like to live there someday.  Look at the shed and the nice lot with the house up on a hill.  What are the odds that all these years later we would actually buy it?  It doesn’t hurt that Donald’s dad and our son, Green share a name, Atler.  I guess there has been an Atler on that farm since 1914 (or some year close to that). Fate.

I’m excited actually to live in this old house.  I grew up in an old house and have lived in  2 very nice brand new homes.  Two homes that we build from the ground up.  And remember earlier when I said this would hopefully be the 2nd the last time we move.  We are planning on building a new house on the property, but in a few years.  In the meantime we will live in the old farm-house.  My excitement comes from the fact that it’s an old house.  It has some character to work with but mostly I get to try some stuff out. Since it’s not brand new I feel like I can experiment some.  I want to paint chalkboard paint on the walls and hang up pictures. I get to decorate and mess it up a bit.  And if I go to far, well we’ll be moving out eventually and probably knocking it over so WHO CARES!  I get to paint obnoxiously bright colors if I want and pound lots of holes in the walls.  I can tile or do whatever it is that I want.  I’m excited!! For the last few years we have been living a pretty boring existence.  We were in the process of selling our 2nd house for almost a year.  Which means that we didn’t really have much personality in that house.  There wasn’t much on the walls, as to not distract potential buyers.  And then when we moved in here (the rental) we weren’t staying long so why decorate or hang anything up.  Plus we didn’t want to have to go around fixing nail holes before we moved out.  So FINALLY I get to take out some of the stuff that’s been in storage for a few years and hang it up, put it out, decorate it, accessorize it, LOVE it!!!

Now first things first, since we’ll be painting before we move in, I’d better get on picking out those obnoxious colors!  Keep your fingers crossed that come July 1st, we will be Farmers!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

It needs a little TLC. The bathroom will be the only major overhaul, if we decide to do it at all.  It’s VERY small (the 2 pictures are ACTUAL size.)  Other than that it needs some paint, which I’m working on picking out colors and it needs some new flooring which we are going to do for as cheap as possible considering we won’t be there long (hopefully).  We are thinking 2 years before we start building and probably no more than 5 years before we move from Old Farm House to New Farm House.  Once the renter moves his stuff out and the family goes through the last of their things there, we are home free, er wait, it’s not free, we are home payment?  That doesn’t have the same ring to it.  How ’bout this….. We are Home Sweet Home!

Advertisements

Words

May 24, 2011

Pink’s Vocabulary Lately:

I got-a-worka-do.

Keer (Rhymes with Beer) — Means: Clear.   Example: Are we clear? Keer.

I ya you! — I love you!

I wi-wah do it foo-irst! — I will do it first!

Muss be ha-widing! — Must be hiding.

I just love the way she pronounces everything thing at this age.  Will very much miss it when she moves on… which she already is and is starting to say Cl-ear.  TEAR! 😦

This is kind of how I feel about it too!

3rd

February 15, 2011

Apparently I missed a week without noticing…. OOPS! 

2 weekends ago, we went to Kermit’s first wrestling match.  He’s been practicing for about a month (Monday night’s only) with Daddy and a bunch of other kids his age. The town where he goes to school is sort of known for its wrestling program.  Todd and I both grew up there.  He a wrestler and I a cheerleader.  We had been looking forward to this day since about a week after he was born.  I couldn’t have been more excited and nervous.  When we talked about which tournament to go to there was one about 5 minutes from our house, where probably none of his friends would be.  Or there was the one about 45 minutes from our house where probably all of his friends would be.  Since it’s for fun at this age, they don’t travel to tournaments as a team, it’s  “go if you want” tournaments.    I really, really wanted to take him to the one where  none of his friends would be.  Reason #1: I wouldn’t run in to any of the other parents.  I had this fear that he wouldn’t do well.  Comparing him to some of our friends’ children who had recently done very well at a tournament, it didn’t want to see him lose and have our friends see him lose.  TERRIBLE, I know.  I don’t know why I was so worried about him winning and not losing.  This makes me a more competitive parent that I knew I was.  This makes me THAT Stage Mom, “Perform dancing monkey and don’t disappoint me!!”  I couldn’t believe I was having these thoughts/feelings.  Todd on the other hand wanted to take him to the one that was farther away, where all of his friends would be.  He thought it would be more fun.  He was right, and in the end that was one we took him too, especially since I never mentioned my irrational thoughts to my husband.  He would have called me crazy.  Reason #2 for wanting to go to the closer/friendless tournament: I’d get to sleep in a little and not have to drag the whole family out of the house by 7 am.  Still we ended up going to the farther/friend filled tournament.

We dropped the boys off to weigh in (he weighed in at 44.4 lbs) and Pink, Green and I went looking for coffee and an ATM.  This was a terribly long errand.  Should have been 5 minutes into town, instead we had to drive to the other end of the world.  We should have been gone 15 minutes, instead it was pushing an hour.  Lucky for us, Todd is never late, always early and we didn’t miss anything.  We got back and unloaded and made our way inside.

There was plenty of down time.  We of course ran into a bunch of people we know and thankfully I learned a bit about how to be a wrestling mom.  I talked to a few parents and they all talked about how their kids had *GASP* lost a time or 2.  How some of their kids backed out and not wanted to wrestle, how they would cry (as I was sure Kermit would) and how they tried to get them to get back on the horse/mat!  I don’t know why I kept having this feeling that he should have it all figured out already.  I don’t really remember the days of when my brother was that little (especially since I’m 2 years younger than him) and he would go to these tournaments.  The last match I had been to was a highschool one.  It was probably the one when our town wrestled the rival town and 2000 fans would pack the gym and cheer for their team.  These guys were GOOD.  They knew how to wrestle.  They knew their moves, knew what to expect was coming at them and knew how to win.  I kept forgetting that he was only in Kindergarten and has 8 years or so to get it figured out.  Then again, if he doesn’t want to wrestle all they way to highschool, I guess that’s ok too.  But since we had been building this day up in my mind for the last 5+ years, I was sure I was sure I knew exactly how it would go.

His first match was tough.  The kid had an older brother who had no doubt spent plenty of time coach/wrestling/beating on the younger brother.  He really knew his moves and was good.

I was pleasantly surprised at how well Kermit kept up to him.  He was always wrestling from behind in points but he never stopped fighting.  Since he was new to this whole “Live Wrestling”, he really wasn’t sure what to do.  This kid was attacking him and he was always on the defense.  I, like a crazy person, was yelling things from mat side.  Todd, stood back and watched.  He leaned on the wall about 10 feet behind me.  I kept motioning for  him to come over and ‘coach’ but he wouldn’t at first.  He’s not that guy.  But I am, and whatever I would yell, Kermit would do.  He needed some help.  He needed to know we were there and that we would give him advice.  After the first period, Todd came mat side and coached him through the next period.  During the 2nd period, he got hurt and started crying.  I nearly had to scoop him up and run him to safety.  But what kind of mom would I be if I did that.  I told him it was ok and get back out there.  The kid pushed his head in to the mat (as will happen a million more times) and it hurt him. I’d say it was more scary and surprising than hurtful.    He ended up losing to this kid.  He was a good sport about it but definitely hurt his pride.  He sat on Todd’s lap and whimpered.  He didn’t want to go back out.  He didn’t want to wrestle again.

It took Todd the whole next match to convince him to give it another shot.  I don’t even know what he said to him, what sage fatherly advice was passed down, but it worked.  He decided to give it another shot.  His second match went much better.  He was much better matched, as far as skill goes, to this kid.  They were back and forth with points and in the end Kermit did a reversal and won!  WHOO HOO!!

His third match went so quickly I nearly missed it because I was feeding Green.  It lasted probably less than a minute and he was pinned.  But he really didn’t care about that loss.  He has WON ONE!!  He ended up taking 3rd over all in his bracket and got a medal (here’s a little secret, they all got medals, except for those who took 1st, they got a bobble head wrestler). 

He did so much better than I gave him credit for.  He handled his loss about the way I expected, but he wrestled like a champ and got back up to do it again. He got a taste for what it’s like to wrestle at a tournament.  He was bummed the didn’t get the bobble head and now we had something for him to strive for.  Something for him to work towards.  He wanted that 1st place whatever it was.  He talked about it many times since that Saturday. 

Here is one excited 3rd placer!!  He was jacked to get the medal and show it off to everyone.  On our way out of the bracketing room, the family of the first boy he lost to was walking beside us.  The older brother tapped him on the shoulder and said “Good job Buddy.  You wrestled really good.”  WOW.  I couldn’t believe the sportsmanship.  I asked his mom (wasn’t sure he was from their family) if tha was her boy and she said yes.  I praised her for the great job she did raising them and their incredible sportsmanship.  I was blown away. 

I was glad we had gone to the tournament with the people we knew.  It started his wrestling career (can I call it that?) off to a good, team spirited start, for him and I both. These will be the parents and kids we spend the next 12 years wrestling with, why wouldn’t we all be there in the beginning together?

I couldn’t be more proud of him.  He really showed me that he is a lot older than I give him credit for, but then again kids always are.   GREAT JOB KERMIT!!!  Mommy and Daddy are so proud you are our boy!

Things To Do

January 20, 2011
  • Figure out how to change my header.  The program I used to create the one I had, was wiped out when our laptop crashed.  and I have NO idea where the disk is to reinstall it.  Buy a new (same) one, or a different program?  That one was ok to use, but feel like maybe I could find a better one, but how much do I want to spend?? Decisions, Decisions……
  • Blog more (DUH!)
  • Follow the ideas of the Blog a Week– When I sit down to write I draw a blank.  But all during the day I think, I could blog this or that, then time to write and NOTHING.
  • Post more pictures/videos.  I intended this blog to be a journal of sorts to keep track of and remember the stuff the kids did or said.  So far I could be doing much better than I am. 
  • Write more notes, so when I do sit down to blog, I have some back up to use for ideas.

Number 3

January 13, 2011

Adding Number 3 to the bunch has been challenging yet fantastic.  It’s an adjustment to get used to chasing after all 3, but we are getting there.

Finding time to do anything is a fun new challenge.  Like finding time to  shower, or do laundry, or sometimes even eat or drink something.  I can not for the life of me remember to take any of the pills I should be taking and they sit next to me during the day.  The iron pill and prenatal vitamin or even the ibuprofen that helps with pain….. can’t remember to pop any of them in my mouth.

It’s a real fun change to have Pink and Kermit getting up at 5 am.  Pink wakes up and comes down most days between 5 and 6 am.  She snuggles in and lays by me to watch toons, but yells at Green when he is in her spot (he’s in her spot because I’m nursing him).  Kermit gets up and sometimes  comes down to sit by us (all 4 of us on the couch) or sometimes he goes to lay with daddy.  Eventually we will get back into a routine, and that is coming up fast as daddy will be going back to work soon and then it’s just me and the Team.

I’m sure you’re wondering (ok maybe not, does anyone read this?) why I’m sleeping on the couch, well it’s because of the C-section.  After Kermit, I slept in our bed with him in a Moses basket next to me and daddy on the couch.  After Pink we all slept in the bed together.  Between Kermit and Pink we upgraded from a queen to a California King.  With her I had no problem getting up (from laying to sitting) to feed her at night.  With Green, the first night was awful.  I barely slept and had a hard time feeding him.  Half way through the night, I ended up down on the couch in the living room sleeping, half sitting up and half laying down.  It’s been perfect.  I am moving around much better after 3 weeks and will eventually end up back upstairs in bed. 

Most of the adjustment comes in just taking care of a newborn again.  Adding number 3 to the group wasn’t so much what threw off our routine as much as a needy newborn.  As soon as everyone is ready to leave the house, Green needs to eat, or be changed, or burped.  When everyone else is eating dinner, I have to feed, or change or burp him. 

We are getting there though, and it’s been such a fantastic last 3 weeks.  Can’t wait for the next 1000+.

The Soundtrack to My Day

September 21, 2010

By You — Sit by you

Tank — Thanks

Panky — Spanky the Dog

Gookie — Nukkie

Ear-a-go — Here you go

Mermit — Kermit

Men-a-min — Medicine

Peas — Please

Quash — Squash

Goo-ness — Goodness

Jammies, Bus, Amma, Poops, Ank You,  Daddy, Baby

What does the pig say?  Pink’s answer:  LA LA LA (like when Babe the Pig sings on the movie “Babe”)

Tomorrow I will pay closer attention.  She says so many many cute things but of course now I can’t think of hardly any.

Today was a bit on the low key side.  We dropped Kermit off for school then, talked to Grandma for a while.  When we go home I cleaned all the garbage out of the truck then made squash.  Nap and back to pick up Kermit, thus the post about the cute things she says.  Way more interesting than our real day.

This is the first day of the rest of my life.

September 20, 2010

One 5.5 year old, one 2 year old and pregnant due in January, just quit my job, living in a rental house, we are pretty sure they sold and needing to move in probably 30 days.  Todd is working out of town/state for extended periods of time.

I am FINALLY going to get a shot at being the mom always I wanted to be.  I get to drop Kermit off at the bus stop and be there when he gets off.  I get to spend the day with Pink doing what ever it is we want to do.  I get a chance to blog about how wonderful they are for my own memories and make their Halloween costumes.  I’m going to get to have dinner on the table at a decent time and cook from recipes. I’m going to get to take extra time to have patience and not yell because we are in a hurry.  Clip coupons and use them. Volunteer at school and go on field trips.  Stop by and have lunch with my mom and my grandma.  Maybe spend more time doing photography if I can figure out how to afford the camera I really want.  Or learn the features and functions of the one I do have. 

I’ve never been more excited and scared to start a phase in my life.  I suppose most of it is the lack of my own paycheck.  I have always had my own money.  Todd had his.  We split the house bills and paid accordingly.  You pay this one, I’ll pay that one.  We didn’t have joint checking.  If I wanted new clothes, I didn’t have to check with Todd.  Nor did he check with me over new golf shoes.  The other always knew of the purchase, they weren’t secret, but we didn’t have to figure it in to the budget.   Now, our whole family is relying on Todd.  There is no back up option, no extra money from my job (not that there was much extra to begin with). 

The first day of the rest of my life consisted of taking Kermit to Grandma’s to get on the bus.  Getting the mail at the PO box, going to the bank and getting some groceries for Grandma. Then we went back to her house, had a roll and fixed her hair.  Then home to do a few minutes of work for Todd.  Then lunch and play time, snuggle time and almost nap time before my brothers came over.  We left to pick up Kermit then hit McDonald’s (on dad) and came home to eat and play.  They were here all afternoon.  Then dad came to get them.  Under normal circumstances, this would have never been possible.   The boys all did their homework together.  Old us would have been trying to wolf down dinner while we do homework alone and get in bed by 7:30 after getting home at about 7:15.   I love the new schedule or lack their of. 

I always felt like before I was a better mom on weekends.  Maybe all mom’s feel this way.  I had more time, more patience, more energy.  I felt like I was more fun and loving.  Now I get to be that mom, EVERY day. 

On my list of things to tackle on what I have been lovingly calling Retirement…. figuring out how to change my header.  The program I had and was using was wiped off our crappy laptop when we had to restore.  Now, I have no idea what to do with it.  But I do have all the time in the world.

Dear Kermit, Pink and Green:  I couldn’t be more happy with my decision to put you guys first in life.  I was not doing that and I’m sorry.  You suffered and I can’t go back and do it over, but I can make up for going forward.  I promise to listen to your stories more and let you take longer tubbies.  I promise to color and play play-doh.  I won’t care if we make a mess and I will wash all the bu-bu’s all the time so they are clean.  I will be the mom you deserve.

I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! 

And I love Todd, for allowing me the pleasure of raising our kiddles.

Love, Mama.

El Doctoro Update: 17 weeks of Baby Green

August 6, 2010

So I went to the doctor yesterday for a 16 week (BTW I’m 17 weeks) check up.  They checked my blood pressure and it was high.  Moving right along, they checked my pulse, weight (BOOYA I’m down a pound…. for now) etc. etc.  The nurse thought that my BP being a bit high was strange, so she checked again.  Lower than the first time, but still too high for her liking.  My doctor came in, did her normal thing, we talked about the randomness of my BP being high.  I am usually the poster child for good blood pressure.  I’ve never been told it’s high. They always say “120/80 GOOD”.  Dr. Akram talked about what could cause it, how they don’t like to diagnose anything this early, blah-dee-blah, we’ll check it again before you go.  I  had to go upstairs for some blood work anyways so if they were going to do extra labs it was no big deal.  They checked again and it was 132/92 (this is the only one I remember lower than the first 2).  Not crazy high, but not what they like.  So upstairs I go (was going anyways).  Draw extra blood and oh Dr. Akram wanted me to do leave a urine sample (to check for protein — which UPDATE there was none, GOOD) and she decided that I should do a 24 hour urine test.  What this means is they give a gallon jug that I get to pee in for 24 hours, and keep in my fridge next to my milk and then bring it back to them. UGH GROSS.  Baby Green YOU OWE ME!.

So Sunday I’ll pee in the jug all day, and Monday I will bring it back to them when I go to the Lab for a 3 hour glucose test.  I HATE the 3 hour test.  I already know what the outcome will be.  It will end in me having Gestational Diabetes.  I know this because I had it with both of the other kids, and there is no way I’m getting around it.  It’s impossible.  So I will drink gross orange pop/juice and sit for 3 hours in an uncomfortable chair waiting for me to fail the test, the one I know I failed before I walked in.

Again Baby Green are you listening — YOU OWE ME!  However the good news of yesterday was that we (I) scheduled  the ultra sound where we get to find out if Baby Green is really Blue or Pink.  I’m really looking forward to finding out.  I don’t like to pick out names until we know the sex.  It makes it easier to focus on one gender versus both. Plus Green will be the deciding factor of the majority in the house.  We are divided down the middle right now.

So until Monday, when they will recheck my blood pressure and I will drink gross orange juice…… or until Sunday when I get to pee in a jug….. YEAH!

Can you hear me in the back?

July 14, 2010

March, July, potato, pa-ta-toe.  Hello, just a quick check in to let you know that I’m really good at this blogging stuff.

House is moving along, sort of.  We have a SURVEY!  And some stakes in the ground.  We have not moved any dirt yet, but added 10 acres to what we were going to buy.  It made the county stuff much easier.  With 10 acres, we have to prelim plat, final plat, blah blah I don’t even know.  It’s like we are developing an entire subdivision instead of building 1 house on a small piece of farm land in the middle of NO WHERE.   With 20 acres, we do an Administrative Land split.  It saves us a TON in county fees and surveying. Plus we get more land to call our own.

Pink’s birthday is coming up in a week.  2. Did you hear me?!  She’s going to be 2! AGH!  We (and by we, I mean I) are planning a small birthday party, and my idea of small is never small.  I try to keep it small but instead of ordering 25 invites, I ended up hitting the 50 button.  WTF?  So they can’t go to waste right? So I must invite at LEAST that many people to our house to cook for and entertain them!  I’m a dummy. It will be fun, it will be fun, it will be fun…..  Every year I swear it will be smaller next year.

Last night all the boys, Kermit and my 3 brothers, Max, Leo and Roman all got MOHAWKS!  They are awesome. Todd is less than thrilled.  Kermit was nervous it wouldn’t grow back, but found out it would and was ready to rock!  I think it’s cute.  After it was too late, and they had started buzzing, I had to wonder a bit if it would be grown out enough by the time school pictures come around in the fall.  Or should I say, in about 6 weeks.

Ok so now I should be working, but in case I go to the dark side of the moon again, I mean WHEN I go to the dark side of the moon, just know that I’m going to start doing a 1 sentence journal each day dedicated to each kid and sometimes I might share them with you.  This means that even though you don’t always get to ready what I’m writing, just pretend that I’m sharing it with you because I’m a giver like that.  Journaling, it’s the 80’s version of a blog.  And we all know how good I am at the latter….. Oh shut up!

A is for Adorable

May 3, 2010

Pink:  In the last week or so your vocabulary has expanded a ton.  You used to YELL and SQUEAL a lot.  But lately you have been actually trying to communicate with us.  You say things like “Go.          GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”  Meaning, “Here you go.  (pause for about 3 seconds)  HERE YOU GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” If I don’t reach to get your sippy cup RIGHT.AWAY! I get the second GOOOOOOOO!!!!

Then there is Buppy.  This means either PUPPY!! or Uppy.

Also on our list of new words are:  Papple (apple) Ishie (you’ve known this one for a while, but are using it more frequently), Blue (Kermit), A-tee (Auntie), Eye, NO-ssse.

It’s so much fun to watch you at this stage.  Last night we were having dinner and you decided to dump your entire plate of food on the floor.  I picked it up.  Picked up most of the food, gave your had a little smack and said NO.  Then I put you on the floor and told you to “Go to your room.”  Then I turned to Daddy and we both giggled knowing what was coming.  You first go and get your blanket.  Then you pout and whimper a bit, then you make the trek up the stairs.  The stairs at our new place are fairly steep, so you have a hard time dragging your blanket and you up them.  But you trek thru and make it to the top, wander down then hall and into your room.  By now, you have forgotten what you were suppose to be doing so you turn around and come back out to the top of the stairs, happy as can be so of course we let you come back down.  Your persistance to get to the top of the stairs with your blanket is fantastic.  You are very stubborn.

I love that more and more each day your personality comes out.  You are so very different from Kermit.  It’s a joy and an interesting experience to watch and raise such 2 different people.  But at the end of the day you guys are best friends.  You are stubborn and smiley, busy and fearless.  Kermit is soft and gentle, yet determined and feisty. 

I don’t know how I could love either of you more, but I do each day.  I LOVE YOU BLUE AND PINK!!