Down the drain...

I already posted this on good ol' Facebook but I felt the need to put it on here too because a couple of years ago I dropped something down the drain.

It was one of those birthstone baby charms.  The one I had for Teagan fell down the drain when the chain it was on broke right over the sink.  I was devastated.  I think Brad was a work so he wasn't able to take the sink apart to get the charm out.  Being the impatient control freak that I am, I decided I could do it myself.  I'll leave it to your imagination to figure out what happened next.

Needless to say, this little trick would have save us about $30 in sink repairs, a lot of water under the sink and an argument :)

Something Down the Drain?

Feelin' crafty...

I was sweeping my dining room for this morning.  It's one tedious household chore that I actually kind of like to do.  Brushing Cheerios and random crumbs into a neat little pile makes me feel like I've accomplished something...might be a little bit of O.C.D. too.

Anyway...I was sweeping and trying to think of a way to get my almost 4 year old little boy to sit still long enough to learn the alphabet.  I didn't get to spend the one on one time with him that I did with our oldest and I feel very guilty about that.  So before he starts 4K next year, I want to try to do some catching up.

He loves rockets, jets, space, astronauts...and he flies around the house at lightning speed most of the day.  So I thought I'd make him rocket themed alphabet tracing pages.

I found a rocket graphic courtesy of NASA (thank you very much) and a free tracing font.  I couldn't be more pleased with how they came out and it took me less than an hour to do.  Best part--Logan actually sat down and did a few with some help from me.  I'm going to print some permanent ones on card stock and laminate them so we can reuse them.  But dang it was fun to make them!

Switch-a-roo

When I was a kid, I dreamed of having a larger bedroom.  The bedrooms I had growing up were a normal size but what kid doesn't dream of having a huge room.  So when we bought our first house, I was excited to have a master bedroom to call my own.  I couldn't have predicted, however, that in the five short years we've lived in our two bedroom house, we would add two more children to our brood.  A family of five in a two bedroom house makes for an itty, bitty living space.  Our oldest kids share the smaller room at this point and the hubby and I share our room with our youngest.  But the youngest is almost two and as much as I adore her...well, she needs to get out of my space.  A set of bunk beds and a crib or toddler bed will fit in the smaller bedroom but it's extremely tight.  So I measured my bed, dresser and two nightstands.  I measured the kids bedroom.  The bed and two nightstands measure 114 inches...the small bedroom measures 115 inches...and the dresser will fit perfectly on the opposite wall.  Yes, it's a tight fit but it will work.  I'm going to start cleaning out my closet (I think I'll miss that the most) and get rid of stuff that I've been hanging onto but no longer need.  Then during spring break I think I'm going to paint our room (we never did that when we moved in) and I'll start making the switch.  I'm excited for my kids to have a bigger space but I still have to work on convincing the hubby that it's a good idea.

An Excellent Reminder...

Sometimes it becomes too easy to be blinded by the world that surrounds us.  We get tired of fighting against it and become complacent.  I am frequently guilty of this.  And then, when I'm not looking, Heavenly Father gives me a loving smack on the back of the head to knock the sense back into me.


In this case, it was this quote from Margaret D. Nadauld.  It was at the very bottom of a website that I was looking at for lesson helps for my primary class.

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity."

-Margaret D. Nadauld

Rock, Paper, Scissors...

I heard the following conversation coming out of Teagan and Logan's bedroom today and just about died laughing:

Teagan:  Hey Logan.  Wanna play Rock, Paper, Scissors.
Logan:  K.
Teagan:  Rock, Paper, Scissors, GO!
Logan:  Scissor.
Teagan:  Rock.  I win!  Rock, Paper, Scissors, GO!
Logan:  Scissor.
Teagan:  You need to do rock to win, Logan.  Let's do it again.  Rock, Paper, Scissors, GO!
Logan:  A ROCKET!

Gotta love the attention span of a 3 year old.

This is SO going on my Christmas list...

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Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, there was a housewife that had three lovely children and a lovely husband.  She got up one morning and got her daughter ready for school and her son dressed and fed while the youngest slept in.  When her lovely husband arrived home after having worked all night, she packed up the daughter and son in the car to take the daughter to school.  She dropped the daughter off and then returned home.  Each trip involved getting in and out of the car in the garage while walking past the garbage cans.  The day proceeded as normal and when 3 o'clock came around the housewife got into the car to go pick up her daughter at school.  Again, the trip included walking past the garbage cans.  In preparation for dinner, the housewife emptied the garbage can in the kitchen.  She strolled out to the garage and decided to take a peek into one of the garbage cans to see if there was a garbage bag in it as the garbage needed to be set out in the morning.  Much to her shock and surprise there was something more than just a garbage bag in the can.  There was...a skunk!  She ran back into the house and told her lovely husband.  He asked if the skunk was alive.  She replied that she didn't think so but wasn't sure.  So the lovely husband went outside to take a gander for himself while the housewife stood by the door.  The skunk was indeed alive, though not doing very well.  So the lovely husband pulled the garbage can out into the backyard and came back inside for his new shotgun.

I'll save you the rest of the details but I'd say that new shotgun has paid for itself and now we know where the source of the skunk smell was coming from.  What freaks me out is the number of times I walked past the sucker and somehow managed to not get sprayed...absolute miracle!

Can anyone remind me why we live in the country again?