Got a new computer

Okay, so I got a new computer and it’s got this feature to add my blog to a function on my desktop, but it opens up weird and looks different so I thought I’d post something through it and see what it looks like.  Tell me if this post looks any different than the others…

Boys & Danger

Why is it that boys have no fear of risk or danger? Why do they do things that will most likely result in serious injury and pain? Why do they consistantly fail to think things through to the point of even realizing that what they are doing is dangerous? It boggles my mind.

Today B & J where outside blowing bubbles. Harmless, yes. B came in at some point telling me all sorts of things they had seen (namely the various bugs). Then, as an aside he says, "What will happen if I eat a bubble?" I tell him nothing will happen if he just eats one bubble, it probably doesn't taste good, but nothing will happen (of course I follow up with not drinking bubbles, yadda yadda). His reply comes as a shout out to his brother on the other side of the house.... "J!!! Good news! We won't die cuz we tasted the bubbles!"

If it was even a question in his mind that he might actually DIE from tasting a bubble, WHY on earth would he try it? What kind of trouble am I in for when this kid starts driving??

Growing up

I realized the other night while setting the table for dinner, that my boys now need regular dinner plates. No more kiddie size, character covered, plastic plates. Real dinner plates, just like the rest of us. Most of the time, they are driving me crazy and I find myself wishing the time would pass as fast as everyone tells me it will. But then there are other times that I'm struck by the realization that they are growing up and it nearly takes the wind out of me. I stood there holding the plates, coming into this realization when Mr. OCD noticed and asked what's wrong. All I could say was "they use real plates". I'm sure it made no sense to him, but he walked over and gave me a hug, which was all I needed.

Sudoku

I've recently discovered the game Sudoku. It's been around since the 18th century apparently. I guess it takes me a while to catch onto things.

Anyway... I'm addicted.

I got my first fix from the newspaper. Then I saw a book at the Dollar Store. I thought, "Hey, that'd be fun for a buck." It was that simple. Since then, I play everyday and every night. I loose all track of time. I say to myself, "I'm just going to finish this one puzzle. Then I'll stop." But there's always another... taunting me... saying "just one more time".

I think I need help. I may have to join this site... Sudoku's Anonymous

Busy busy

Here's what I've done since getting home...

• 7 loads of laundry
• Grocery shopping
• Balanced the checkbook and paid bills
• Well child checks for both kids, got B's stitches removed (I don't even want to talk about that)
• Picked up prescriptions for EpiPens (for the school in Sept)
• Took the boys to the beach
• T-Ball with both boys
• Health dept for shots for B
• Painted the back hall/catwalk
• One tax return (was on extension)
• Monthly accounting for a client in town
• Put together two new lamps
• Framed and hung the PS's movie posters in his room
• Hung shelves in PS's room
• Bought salt for the water softener (and filled it myself, those bags are heavy)
• J's soccer practice
• Pulled weeds from the flower beds
• Tons of hugs, kisses and snuggles to and from the boys... the best part of coming home!

Back from Hawaii

Well, I'm back. I had a harder time that normal adjusting to the time difference (five hours) this time. But the outgoing flight was uneventful. Which, of course, means there were issues on the return flight. Can you believe I was on a plane with mechanical problems again? We were on the runway ready to take off, when the pilot comes on and tells us we have to return to the gate. We deboarded, they gave us food vouchers, and waited around for FIVE HOURS. The whole thing made me think that I really don't pay enough attention to those safety videos when they talk about your seat being a floatation device.

Anyway, it was a busy time, but I did get some time to see a friend (Hi Jenny!) and her kids. I think staying up a little later that night helped to get me acclimated.

While I was gone, Ben busted his lip open and required five stitches. I kinda freaked out when I got the message, but he was in capable hands and my friend took good care of him. I have a picture from the hospital, so comment if you really want to see it (sicko!). I take him in tomorrow to get the stitches out, so that should feel better, he keeps saying it itches.

I'm glad to be here, the boys are happy and healthy and just want to hang out at home. I'm more than willing to oblige.

Pictures

J at a fieldtrip to Crossroads


B at a park after school

Flower bed "Before"

Flower bed "After"

Another "Before"

"After"

These are day lilies that I transplanted from another area. We'll see if they survive.

This area was just full of tall weeds. I pulled them all out, shaped the bushes and split some hosta to fill in between the shrubs.

Along the sid of the house, lots of hosta. Some still needs to be split.

J's field trip to the Wildlife Sanctuary in Green Bay. That's his teacher and a couple friends.

All tuckered out on the bus ride back home.

B's last day of school. I didn't get any pictures of him giving the flowers to his teachers cuz he was being a booger.

After the last day, all the parents took the kids to a fun lunch. This shot shows the train that brings diners their food.

Outside the resturant, there are trails to ride on with pedal bikes.

B's turn to fall asleep on the way home.

J's end of year picnic. This was in his class, he's showing us the baby chicks that had just hatched.

J taking a bow while receiving his "diploma" and his teacher laughing.

J playing soccer.

This is what B does while J's playing soccer.

A nice day outside. This was the day that we went to the boat show in town.