How stuff gets done around here! (not really but it’s funny)

Hi all, it’s James here. I know I haven’t posted for a long time but I’ve been super busy with school and work. Speaking of school, I’ve been sitting here with my discrete math (blah) and listening to the Elmo movie that Joel is watching in the living room.  Just a few minutes ago, Shell asked me to grab some stuff to wash because she was going to start a load of linens. I grabbed the stuff and she proceeded to start the wash.  I got back to my work and suddenly this 5-year-old came running through the kitchen towards the laundry room with a towel.  I said, “Hey Joel!” because I know that he likes to try to make the washer his personal pool.  A few second later I heard the washer open and close and our daughter said, “He put it in the washer”!

Yeah, he’s not letting on just how much he understands us.  Just thought I would share that.

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Wordless Wednesday:Joel and Jack

I love to observe how Joel interacts with our dog, Jack.  Most of the time, Jack is just another “being” in the room to Joel and receives very little attention from him.  But, every now and then, Joel takes notice of Jack’s presence and anything can happen.  Jack is such a glutton for affection that he takes whatever attention he can get.  Fortunately for Joel, Jack is also extremely patient with him.

Here is Joel attempting to “ride” Jack like a trusty steed.  The indignities of doghood!

Wordless Wednesday: Differing Opinions on Coffee Table Usage

belated birthday tribute

Yesterday was Husband’s birthday and I wanted to post this then, but we were pretty busy getting him enrolled for the upcoming semester.  So, I’m doing this belatedly.  Believe me when I say this, I always try my hardest to give credit where credit is due, but I want to use today’s blog post to focus on some truly wonderful qualities my husband possesses that just don’t get enough recognition.  They are as follows in a top ten list:

Top Ten Reasons Why My Husband Rocks

10.  Husband is an all around good guy.  I know that sounds pretty vague, but let me ellaborate.  He and I were returning home from a grocery shopping trip a couple of weeks ago when we saw a car pulled over onto the shoulder of the road and a woman walking away from the car.  It had just started really raining and Husband couldn’t stand the idea of the woman walking in the rain, so he turned around and headed back to see if she needed assistance.  It turned out something had blown out of her car window and she was looking for it with two other people who were riding with her.  They thanked us for trying to help and we drove off.  If they had needed help, James would have done it.  He is just that kind of guy.

9.  As it says in #10, Husband goes shopping with me.  I can’t begin to tell you all how much I hate grocery shopping.  It is so much better when he comes along.

8.  He’s handy with the cars and other mechanical and technical contraptions.  This is really helpful, because I am none of those things.  If the car stopped working, I’d be screwed if it weren’t for Husband.  This also applies to our computers, internet, dvd players, Joel’s IPad, cell phones, and even some of the more basic things that go hand-in-hand with the blog.  When it comes to these things, I am the human equivalent of a sea sponge.  It’s really pathetic.

7.  Not afraid to get his hands dirty.  We deal with a lot of gross stuff in our house with three children and a dog, and James is not the squeamish type.  He changes pull-ups, cleans up after intestinal/stomach upset, you name it.  A lot of this is due to his medical experience.  As a Surgical Technician, he is pretty used to any and everything the human body can throw at you.  He’s seen some pretty icky things and it takes a lot to really make him weak in the knees.

6.  Eye candy factor.  Oh yeah, it has to be said, the man is pretty attractive.

5.  He is a veteran of the United States Navy.  I’m pretty proud of this factor.  He served eight years in service of our nation and I will always be very greatful to him and all other service men and women who have also served.  THANK YOU!!

4.  Great father.  Together, he and I are raising three wonderful children, but he is not Maya’s biological father.  Maya is the product of a my first marriage and her biological father has not been in her life since the divorce.  James has been a permanent figure in her life since she was four years old and he has never referred to her as his stepdaughter or her as Will and Joel’s half-sister.  As far as he, Maya and I are concerned, he is her Dad and we are all very happy with this arrangement.

3.  Hard-working.  As I sit here writing this, Husband is at work where he will be until 11:00 tonight.  He will then work a 12 hour shift tomorrow and then again on Sunday.  When he isn’t working during the week, he is a full-time student working toward his Bachelors degree in Computer Science.   I could not be more proud of his efforts and thankful for the time he spends making sure our family is taken care of.

2.  Trust-worthy.  James is just one of those people you can rely on.  He doesn’t spend all hours of the night out with his buddies drinking and partying.  He prefers a nice quiet night home with me and the kiddos where we can have family movie night or maybe play his video games.  If he does go out, I’m usually with him or he takes one or all of the kids to hang out.

1.  He puts up with my crap.  And, believe me, there is a lot of it.  I’m obnoxious, weird, socially inept and I hate to go grocery shopping alone.  It takes a person with a lot of patience and inner strength to deal with me.  So, I am greatful that he has found it worth his while to stick it out with me all these years.

So, Husband, listen up.  Thank you for being so wonderful.  I love you and appreciate all you do.  To show you just how much I mean this, I drew you a picture; a work of art worthy of placement in the Louvre if everyone were somehow rendered blind because of an unexpected disaster.  Happy Birthday!!

mission accomplished

I followed Husband’s advice and gave the job to Maya.  She whipped this up in no time and I gotta say, she did pretty dang good.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t get both James and Jack into the profile pic, so I had to eliminate Jack from the profile pic (Sorry Jack! We still love you!!).  So, this is our family.  We look pretty normal, but looks can be deceiving.  (HaHaHa)

Anyway, thanks to Maya, I think I’ll have this facebook thing up and running today.

epic amounts of badness at art

I decided this morning that I would create a facebook page to attach to this blog.  It sounded way easier than I thought it would be.  Lucky for me, I have emotional and technical support from husband.  The sad thing is that I may also have to resort to my 14-year-old child for art help.  I’m trying to figure out what our profile pic will be for the facebook page and decided to try designing my own.  So I opened up the standard issue paint program and got to work and made this very embarrassing attempt at art:

It’s pretty bad, I know.   But, never you fear, I don’t give up that easily.  I’ll come up with something passable at the very least.  I can’t say that I’ll have the facebook page up and running today, but maybe tomorrow we’ll see something?  I’d cross my fingers, but then typing would be restricted.  Anyway, enough goofing around.  Back to work I go.

let the games begin

Just in case not everyone has heard, there is a campaign going on to have Pole Dancing as an Olympic sport.  Now, I’m going to forgo giving my opinion on that particular idea as I feel I have already been pretty preachy today and focus this blog post on what I believe to be a way better idea: Keep Away as an Olympic sport.

I came upon this flash of pure genius this morning when Joel grabbed something (in this instance, a drawing his big sister was working on) and made his crazy dash toward his room so that he could do with it whatever he pleased which would have most likely been tearing it to pieces and putting said pieces into carefully structured piles.  Maya jumped up and caught him outside of his bedroom door, but it took quite a struggle to get the paper back from him becuase the little gimp is a savant when it comes to playing keep away.   He has this whole technique down where he extends his arm out and waves it around so that you JUST.CANNOT.GRAB.IT. and just when you are about to completely give up and say,”oh just keep the darn thing!” he throws it as far away from you as he can and moves on leaving you standing there feeling totally played and completely useless as an adult.

As I was standing there watching this play out between him and Maya, I really looked at him in action and realized the stamina, timing and grace required for what he was doing.  Was it annoying?  Hell yeah!  But it was also beautiful like some kind of interpretive dance.  He was alive with a passion and exuberance I haven’t felt about stolen items…ever.  Joel really lives his life.  He explores all opportunities he can (that we will allow) and does so without shame or embarrassment.  Anyway, I’m digressing.

Could this be a viable option for the Olympics?  I think so.  I’m thinking it would be a timed sport similar to bull-riding where the goal is to stay on the bull as long as possible only in this case, the goal is to keep your opponent from taking away the “item” as long as possible.  Either way, if this did come about, I could definitely see a gold medal in Joel’s future.

typical family dialogue

Me: Maya, could you help me get Joel ready for bed?

Maya: Sure, Mom.  Where are Joel’s pajamas?

Me: They are in his bedroom.  I put them in there right around the time of the catastrophe involving the poop. (Long story involving dog pooping on the carpet due to change in dog-walking routine.)

Will: Mom, don’t say “poop.”  Say “poo.”

Me: Why shouldn’t I say “poop?”

Will: Because it is inappropriate.

Me: Why is it inappropriate to say “poop” and not “poo?”

Will: Because poop comes from your butt.

Husband: Will, saying that poop comes from your butt is what’s inappropriate.

Will: Oh.