Anything to reduce the noise level around here!

Hey, check this out. Yesterday, UPS dropped off an overnight air envelope on my doorstep. Not for me, but for the previous owner of the house. I figured whatever it was, he probably would want it, so Paul gave him a call, and they agreed to stop by and get it. After Idol! Hehe! Before we called, we debated as to whether or not they’d be watching American Idol. I said no. Paul reminded me that they’re “old” (like my parents’ age) and older folks always seem to really get into those shows. So when they said they’d stop by after the show, we really cracked up! YES, BABE. YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU CALLED IT.

Anyway. So they stopped by and got their mail, and we convinced them to stay and talk to us for five minutes, which turned into an hour. They told us ALL KINDS OF STUFF about our house that we’ve been wondering about, including how to turn off the damned alarm! For five straight months, we’ve been listening to the house alarm beep loudly for 45 seconds every time the front door opens. We couldn’t disarm it without the code, but now that we have it…BLISS! Now when we open the front door, it just goes, “Bee-beep.” Just a nice little beep. Not that intrusive, endless beeping we’ve been tortured by since December! Awesome.

They also told us they left a huge folder in the kitchen drawer with all the home warranties, information about the permits they pulled when they did work on the house, and all the paperwork from the builder – and we never got it! Isn’t that bizarre? Who would toss that out? I’m not sure who to bitch at. I’m guessing a cleaning company came through and cleaned a bunch of stuff out, because this house was EMPTY when we closed on it. The old owners told us they left five gallons of paint in the storage closet for touchups, lots of replacement fence pickets, a skimmer for the pond, the remote that operates the blinds that are way up high, and the key to the gate – and none of that stuff was here. Who would even WANT that crap? Did it just get thrown out? It’s annoying to me.

But I don’t even care about any of it, since we finally have the alarm shut off! Yay! Now, if you come visit me, it won’t feel like you’re breaking in. ;-)

I really do love the handmade gifts too.

It’s not that I don’t adore the cute little gifts my kindergarteners made for me for Mother’s Day, complete with their little precious handprints. Those are the things I’ll cherish for years to come, really. But if I’m being honest here, my FAVORITE Mother’s Day gift is the one from my husband. First, he watched the kids and cleaned the house while I took a delicious two hour nap. And when I woke up, he handed me this box:

My Mother's Day present: a Tiffany Box!

Which had this inside:

Look what's inside! My favorite Tiffany heart toggle necklace.

I love it! My first Tiffany. Awwwww. Unfortunately, I had to send it with him today so he can take it back and have another link added to the chain, so it won’t look ridiculous on my man-neck. Booooo. But still, I LOVE IT.

Boooo. It's too small.

Spring Cleaning! (Sucks!)

Well. We’ve lived here FOUR MONTHS already, so I guess it’s time I organized the playroom. Coincidentally, there’s a community-wide garage sale occurring on Friday and Saturday, so it’s the perfect time for me to pare down our toy inventory by a good two-thirds or so.

I think the kids are happy and excited about being able to play with the toys they actually LIKE. Their dollhouse was finally dragged out of its box, but we haven’t found the people or the furniture yet. It’s kind of pitiful, seeing random homeless McDonald’s Happy Meal toys squatting there. Like the cheap, non bendy-legged Polly Pocket dolls and random action figures. They’re on their way OUT, though, poor little crappy toys.

Yesterday, I painted one wall of the playroom green. For some reason, the previous owners of this house seemed to be really into that whole “accent wall” method of painting. Every room is painted, but just one or two walls, and the rest has been left standard builder’s white. It’s okay, though. I’ve followed this method with my own decorating, and it makes painting a room much faster, I’ve noticed! I also purchased and assembled one of those ClosetMaid cube storage unit thingies that utilizes colorful canvas “drawers” for toy storage. I managed to get it assembled yesterday, but not without smashing my favorite middle finger with a hammer. Ow! I did the Peter Griffin sharp inhale, cry in pain thing for like five minutes. I hate home improvement.

And today, I think I’m going to run out to Target and buy one more unit, because the one just doesn’t seem like it’s going to provide enough storage for all of our crap. Hopefully I’ll have some pictures for you soon! Pray for me. The amount of stuff crammed into that room is completely overwhelming to me!

Womb to Bloom

I wanted to give a shout out to the folks at Womb to Bloom, a parenting site with lots of great information for expectant moms and parents of little ones, too. The site has message boards, a provider directory, great articles, and they do a Friday feature where they highlight standout parenting blogs. I was honored to be among last week’s picks! Look what they said about me!

LalaGirl is Laura, mother of five children, four of whom are twin sets! So you can imagine she probably has a lot to say about her brood! But wait, add an autistic child to this mix and you’ve got a great mix of must-read-blog ingredients —chaos, fun, drama, emotion and lots of pure joy! Oh and did I mention she does giveaways, holds contests and writes product reviews too? The fact that her children are at so many different stages of their life, from middle school to pre-school, makes her blog a really great place to hang out at!

Isn’t that nice? It’s always good to be recognized, but even better when someone takes the time to actually SAY something about you, rather than just copy the tagline from your blog or something. Thanks for the traffic, Womb to Bloom!

Hey, I did it!!

Canopy Beds!

Yep. I am woman, hear me roar, and all of that. The first one took almost an hour. The second two I had done in about twenty minutes each. And since then, we’ve made a trip to Walmart for Tinkerbell wall decals, which we’ve already stuck all over the wall.

It’s feeling like home!

How much do we love Santa?

Um. Not enough to spend $19.95 on a slightly blurry, laser printed photograph of the kids on his lap. We love you, Santa! But we’d rather spend that twenty bucks on dinner for tonight. Or possibly, an actual gift for one of our thirty-seven children. But hey, mama was quick with the camera! Even though you’re not supposed to take your own pictures unless you purchase one of their portrait packages, I whipped it out and snapped a couple before we got thrown out of there by the bouncer elf. Here are my cuties enjoying the magic and wonder of Santa.

Pablo especially loved Santa!

Pablo REALLY enjoyed Santa. He went right up to him in that way he does with people he instinctively realizes are awesome – smiling, leaning in close, waiting for a hug. All of the kids enjoyed visiting with Santa, actually – it was great! First year nobody’s been afraid. Everyone told him their wishes, we got a candy cane, and headed off on our merry way. I noticed they weren’t passing out crayons and coloring books this year; I guess it’s a tight year for Santa as well. All the more reason for me NOT to hand them $20 for a picture I won’t care about in two weeks.

And now, I can invoke the whole, “Santa’s watching, better stop bickering…” for the next two weeks.

Good news! I’m not dying.

I have lots more to write about this later, but it’s Veteran’s Day, and Paul has the day off, so I’m busy…but I wanted to let you know I FINALLY heard the results of my MRI from nearly two weeks ago:

It's not a tumor! Nope! In fact, it's nothing. Sorry to make you freak out all month

Yay!

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