Patrick and Tommy went down for naps at the same time. Weather=beautiful.
Tom was sweeping sand into the crevices of our patio pavers in prep for winter, and I decided to pressure wash the deck which had become precariously slippery due to a season's worth of moss buildup. Turns out you can't just pressure wash a section of a deck because the deck would be two different colors.
Soooo...
I had to do the whole thing.
I was soaked and dirty at that point, and needed to jump in the shower before I grabbed a now awake baby out of the crib.
But I had been meaning to scrub that tub for a month,
soooo...
I did that first.
I felt so good that I finally could check that task off my list, that I decided to go the whole nine yards and collect up all the bath mats to throw in the laundry.
I came downstairs with Tommy (Patrick was still napping), looked around at ALL the clutter and things that needed to be put away, and started to clean up. I went to the hall closet to put away an umbrella and...
noticed a dust bunny.
Soooo...
I took everything out of the bottom of the closet to vacuum. Including my pool bag which had been sitting in there since Labor day weekend. Started pulling out the contents to put away until next season. Went to put away the vacuum then thought, I might as well sweep the whole downstairs while the cord was already unwound. (Tommy loves the vacuum).
But, when I was done sucking up crumbs...
I noticed how dirty the floors are.
Soooo...
Yep, after this blog, I am going to do a long needed mop (I am longing for a steam mop by the way. My neighbor swears by hers).
Laundry is whirling and whooshing in the washer as I type.
I am the old lady who swallowed a fly, but the cleaning version of the book.
I am also never going to be able to get up in the morning.
And...my house is still cluttered and in need of more organizing than when I started (pool gear sitting in front entryway).
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Happy 236th Birthday!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Hibernation
What a glorious weekend! While I feel badly that we didn't make it to the park, or the zoo, or anywhere but church really, we did get a lot of stuff done around the house that needed to be completed before we hibernate for the winter. Patrick helped me paint the front door (with his bucket of "paint"), and the boys and I hung out back while Tom replaced some rotted out columns on the shed.


Who needs the park or zoo with all these leaves to play in? The sun was starting to set and everything had that warm, cozy glow that I love.
Fall Back
Friday, November 4, 2011
Forgiveness
How you manage to get into so much when you aren't even crawling yet, I don't know. All day you were in and out of your exersaucer base. Sometimes you just hung out, looking proud and triumphant. Getting in is definitely a lot easier than getting out.



Yesterday afternoon you were on the rug with Patrick, who was playing with his baby-friendly school buses. I reminded him to share with you and walked into the kitchen to get a snack.
Yesterday afternoon you were on the rug with Patrick, who was playing with his baby-friendly school buses. I reminded him to share with you and walked into the kitchen to get a snack.
You started crying a short while later-really crying. You had the scrunched up sad puppy face that no parent can resist hugging and kissing. And I knew it then, even before I saw your brother's blank stare.
Your brother hit you, it was just a question of with what... I suspect one of the school buses (due to the amount of tears, but I couldn't find a mark).
Forgive him, because you guys are brothers and just like you are learning so much each day, he is still learning the art of sharing.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Science, Smience
Today Patrick had his long anticipated visit with a pediatric allergist (who turned out to be the brother of my new neighborhood friend) to figure out what the deal is with his newly discovered corn/milk/soy/egg whites/barley allergies.
Turns out he isn't allergic to any of those. We determined that by the nice doctor asking me if he ever had any symptoms when eating those foods.
Nope.
No allergy then, says the doctor. About 1 in 3 kids have a false positive on the test. He still has his peanut allergy though, and some new epi pens (just in case).
One more thing to thank God for-after a weigh in of 27.5 pounds, Patrick has inched up to the 25th percentile for weight. Sounds good to me! I pulled him from occupational therapy due to what I would describe as a disorganized, shabby feeding program. We may try another program in the area I heard good things about, but as long as he is growing and making progress, we are going to try what we have learned on our own for a while.
Turns out he isn't allergic to any of those. We determined that by the nice doctor asking me if he ever had any symptoms when eating those foods.
Nope.
No allergy then, says the doctor. About 1 in 3 kids have a false positive on the test. He still has his peanut allergy though, and some new epi pens (just in case).
One more thing to thank God for-after a weigh in of 27.5 pounds, Patrick has inched up to the 25th percentile for weight. Sounds good to me! I pulled him from occupational therapy due to what I would describe as a disorganized, shabby feeding program. We may try another program in the area I heard good things about, but as long as he is growing and making progress, we are going to try what we have learned on our own for a while.
Calling All Firefighters!
It started drizzling exactly 20 minutes before trick-or-treat kicked off. And it was cold. Could there be a costume better suited for these conditions than one with a plastic helmet and fire chief rain boots? I think not. We dragged Tommy to three of our neighbors' houses before dumping him back at our front door with grandma.
Patrick's coat was embellished with his very own lettering to match his Daddy's jacket. He didn't want to take it off. The kid could have walked 3 miles with the knowledge that nearly every house would give him candy. He wouldn't even let Tom or I carry his bag. I think he thought we would take the fruits of his labor.

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