Cole is playing this song
And while he’s playing, he likes to listen to THE JON SCHMIDT playing the same song. Only Jon’s piano and our piano are not exactly tuned to each other.
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It all started when Ryan got himself a new key fob for locking and unlocking the suburban. His had stopped working. His new one is super sensitive and he’s constantly making the car alarm go off, and locking the car from inside his pocket.
I went out yesterday with the girls to get them to band by 7 am (the JOY OF MY LIFE, let me tell you). The window to the suburban was down, so I threw my purse onto the passenger seat and tossed my keys over to the middle console thing. Then when Natalie tried to open the car door, she can’t, because it’s locked. I reached through the window to open the door, but it wouldn’t open. I tried pushing the button to unlock, but that wouldn’t work, either. You must unlock with the key fob, or it thinks you are trying to break in. But my key fob was way over there where I had tossed it and I COULDN’T reach it! Without completely climbing through the window, I couldn’t see a way to reach it.
(I just have to insert a MONK reference here, for those of you who watch Monk…”if it doesn’t reach? Call Warren Beach.”)
Enter the tongs. I use tongs for all kind of reaching in my kitchen. Seriously. Can’t reach that cookie sheet? Get the tongs. You dropped something behind the dryer? Get the tongs. So, I had Natalie go and get the tongs from the kitchen, and I was able to reach in, grab my keys, push the unlock button, and carry on.
I was feeling all proud of myself in handling this tricky, although annoying situation. I told my husband about it, and he said, “Why didn’t you just manually switch the unlock switch?”
Um…. I forgot?
Batman is currently saving my children from boredom.
We got John the Lego batman game for his birthday, and the kids have been playing it CONSTANTLY since. Well, except when I tell them that the Wii needs a rest. And for the most part they are getting along while playing. So, if they get 20 hours of playing from this one game, I consider it a good investment.
Of course, tomorrow the long weekend is over and Batman will have to go back inside his case and rest so that we can all do our homework.
John is now seven. I can’t believe it. I’m still in shock. How can my BABY (and try as he might to overcome that title, he will always be my baby) be that old? In first grade, no less?
That little 5 pound four ounce tiny runt of a kid has sure grown up.
Well, they tell me it’s true. Now he’s a running, jumping, soccer playing, star wars obsessed boy.
Not one to get shorted out of ONE moment of birthday fun, he came into my room at about 5:50 am and said, “Mom, you need to get up and make me breakfast in bed.”
Ugh.
So, we all got up, made him breakfast, and even brought him his presents in bed. Hey, dad was out of town and there was no party planned for the day, so why not? He was thrilled with his lego star wars stormtrooper set, Lego Batman Wii game, and Galactic Heros star wars figuring. He was not too thrilled with the new pajamas, although he did wear them that night. He was more concerned with how MANY presents there would be rather than is they were awesome presents.
He was the special birthday boy at school, played with his Star Wars guys all afternoon, and we even went out to Iceberg for dinner. He got himself a free birthday shake, but was so full from his kids’ meal and ice cream that we put the whole thing in the freezer. There will surely be a party later.
Happy Birthday, John. I’m glad you are my baby! He may be stubborn and he may be a little spoiled, but he makes our lives fuller and richer and we can’t imagine what we’d do without him!
Oh, how I love that boy!
‘Life may not be the party we hoped for… but while we are here we might as well dance!’
School started last week around these parts. So far the kids have attended 3 days of school. All day school, I might add, none of this 1/2 day or three hour stuff for my first grader through high school junior.
I will admit that even though I’m sad to see them go, sad to have to say goodbye to the fun and spontaneity of summer, and sad to jump into the planning, the scheduling and the homework, I have been looking forward to having some time without them to get things done. Think about it. It’s been 16 years since I’ve had a little one at home with me for all or part of the day.
I have plans. Yes, I do. I’m going to work out, clean the house, get myself organized, take care of all my PTA responsibilities, manage the Primary stuff, paint, etc. But it’s amazing how quickly the time goes from the time the last one goes until the first one gets home.
Lest you think I’m a slacker, let me tell you what I got done on the first day of school.
*I took my kids to the back to school breakfast at the busstop
* I went to the Gym. Yes. The Gym. Ahem. I DO know what a gym is. You over there..Stop snickering. I kicked out 30 minutes on the bike, 10 minutes on the eliptical thingy, walked 10 minutes and did about 5 minutes of arm weights. Exhausting.
*I came home and took a shower and got dressed.
*I organized about 6 weeks of coupons that had been waiting for me to organize them.
*Then I took all those newly clipped and organized coupons to our local Smith’s store, where they are currently running their big coupon event, where any coupon that is valued and $1 or less is equal to $1. I saved $50 with my coupons. Yeah, I love that!
*I had time to bring my groceries home and put them away, and then BOOM, the kids were home.
The other days were even less productive, unless you could presidency meeting and visiting teaching as productive. But I am enjoying the time without the kiddos. I get some cleaning done, get myself organized, and then hopefully I can be on my game when they come home and the chaos begins.
This sums it up nicely.
But Cole did actually get his license on Friday.
He has no car to drive, but I did just send him to take John to a friend’s house. Cole and the car came back unscathed. It’s the beginning of a new era.
dol·drums
Pronunciation: \?d?l-dr?mz, ?däl-, ?do?l-\
Function: noun plural
Etymology: probably akin to Old English dol foolish
Date: 1811
1 : a spell of listlessness or despondency
2 often capitalized : a part of the ocean near the equator abounding in calms, squalls, and light shifting winds
3 : a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or slump
I think that just about covers it. Listlessness, inactivity, slump.
I am not a hot weather creature. I do not thrive in hot weather. I would never want to live in Arizona.
I don’t really want to go anywhere or do anything. I’m happy to sit in my air conditioned house and read a book. How about you? How do you cope with the summer doldrums?
After all the nagging, cajoling and pestering on my part (and yours, thank you), Ryan shaved it all off.
What a nice anniversary present for me!
Today is our 18th anniversary on the 18th. That’s gotta be some kind of special number, right?
Well, Happy Anniversary to my love. I’m so blessed to have married such a wonderful man.
Our Chinese girls and two oldest children are busy, busy, busy. Every day they have classes, then go do some fun activity.
This week they went to a farm, rode horses for a little bit, played all kinds of sports, and games, and have planned a trip to Thanksgiving point to see an Imax movie, a visit to Cabella’s and even a day in Park City.
And we try to keep them having fun on the weekends. This past weekend we went to the farm and dino museum, out to lunch, and then to the Folk Fest in Springville.
This last one is John’s “playing with his food” moose that he made out of a cheese roll and some Oriental noodles at dinner on Sunday. We’re…um….encouraging creativity?
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