Wednesday, March 10, 2010

More Neighborhood Excitement

I just saw the cops take a kid DOWN! I was walking back to work from lunch, saw a kid coming out of a backyard gate (thought nothing of it) and then the cops fly in (drifting it around the corner) jump out of the car and grab him as he tries to escape through another backyard. You would think the thieves would leave our hood alone until we stop being so vigilant, wouldn't you?

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Ouch!

Michigan, Michigan. Michigan!

Note especially the color coded map of population change on the right side of the screen. Oh Michigan!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Dust & Dirt

We are in the middle of some adjustments to our bathroom. Which is creating a lot of dust & dirt upstairs. I am a big fan of the work that is being done. Let me say I have a wonderful husband who has put a ton of work in and now we have a skilled uncle doing the more technical bits. Go to it!

It's really not that much. This goes to show I would never survive a true remodeling project.

I can't stand the idea of a new baby coming home to an upstairs filled with dust. You know the kind of dust that can't just be vacuumed up but requires wiping down the walls. Thankfully only the bathroom will really need the hardcore cleaning. I have made my request clear...if the baby should come before the project is completely done I will want the entire upstairs clean when I come home from the hospital. :) Not too much to ask right?

I have added my own dust to the mix by doing a lot of sewing projects in the last few days. Perhaps I'm getting a little addicted. I'm not very good at reading or sticking to a pattern. Most things I've done I've either copied from a similar item I like or just made it up. I recently bought a diaper cover & bag pattern. The sizes were a little large & I realized the covers didn't have gussets in them. I ended up tracing my favorite infant diaper cover (I only bought one when Alex was that little cause they were so expensive) and then figured out how to attach the gussets. I can't seem to figure out patterns very well. Perhaps that says something about my ability to follow instructions. I only have one thing left on my 'to do' sewing list. Never mind I just remembered a couple of other things, argh. Ok, so the list I wanted to complete is done, the rest can wait til I feel like it.

I project a birthday of Nov 4. We'll see what happens. Until then, enjoy your clean bathroom. Tomorrow I will be drying my feet before I get out of the shower & then putting my slippers on so as not to cake my feet with the thin film of ceiling dust.

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Composure

Alex has been a joy (most of the time) as a toddler because he's talking and doing some pretty hilarious stuff. The hubby & I have had a hard time the last few days keeping our composure. My husband has definitely done a far better job of stifling laughter or hiding his head where as I always seem to let at least 1 little giggle out.

For instance, we are very happy that Alex wants to pray at bedtime. It's very nice to hear him pray. For some reason he thinks he needs to pray at a higher pitch - I think it sounds more endearing to him. But the last few days he has taken it up a couple pitches and it's almost impossible to keep it together. I don't want him to think we're laughing at his prayer, it's just unbelievably high.

He's also very emotional about everything right now. I find it hard not to laugh sometimes when he's crying over the most ridiculous thing. He's wanting to do everything on his own and I can understand that's it's frustrating when things don't work out for him. Take for instance, lunch today. He really enjoys sandwiches, which he calls "meat & cheese", but becomes frustrated when the sandwich falls apart. He used to then open the sandwich up and eat the individual parts but with this greater desire to do it on his own, he instead starts begging me to help him put it back together. Smushing his bread together, like it's playdough and would stay together, he breaks down in tears over his crumpled sandwich. It's just so pathetic it's hard not to laugh. Especially since he's so much like another OCD member of our family (me). I'm trying to help him understand that's it ok and that it's still edible. We may just have to take a break from sandwiches for a while.

So I'm trying to bite my lip to stop the giggling but it hasn't been working so far.