Lessons in homemaking

There's not many things grosser than washing peanut butter out of the broom.

Lesson in homemaking #1

Never sweep up peanut butter.

What happens in two weeks with no phone and no internet

We have been in our new home for two weeks.  At first it was very nice having no phone or internet.  I entertained illusions of prairie life thinking about Laura Ingalls and Ma and Pa and how they got along just fine without blogspot.
Since we last spoke:

I emptied boxes,

purged toys,

organized an AWESOME kid closet right off the laundry room,

the gremlin turned 3 years old,

the twins turned 9 months old,

the twins learned to pull up to stand,

and they learned how to get into e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

Pookie found out he did NOT know how to get home from school to our new home.

The school office found out how I felt about them NOT passing on the message to my child to wait for their ride.

Bun learned to slide down the fireman pole at the playground.

Bun decided after watching the many MANY trucks driving up and down our street, that he definitely wants to be a builder when he grows up.

Gabbers tie-dyed her first shirt at Girl Scouts. 

My baby sister had her fifth child!

My wonderful friend Connie had another sweet baby girl on the very same day.

We have had dozens of swallows trying to build nests on our front and back porch.

We have a teeny-tiny backyard. 

We have a nice new playground very close to our home.  I can see it from my kitchen window.

I'm all done with morning sickness.  :)

I have 300 and something unread posts in my reader.  I have missed you all very much.

Now I better go because I think my gremlin might get us kicked out of the library.

Happy Mother's Day, my Love!

God said, “Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth.”

You said, “I’m on it. To how many kids should I give birth?”

The first wife of Feodor Vassilyev had sixty-nine,

But if you have less, that too is quite fine.

With six kids now and one on the way,

I daresay you’ve got reason to celebrate today.

These children, God’s first and always, we also claim;

They call you mother – adding honor to your name.

Out of motives so pure, only a mother could know,

You teach them and serve them, helping love grow.

Your love, their love, God’s love enduring;

A place in the eternities you’re surely securing.

As you watch them grow, they see you act,

Cooking, cleaning, washing; more as a matter of fact.

They see everything you do, and all that you are,

They watch – for to them you are a shining star.

And not just to the kids, but also to me.

How much more perfect could you possibly be?

My best friend, my blushing bride,

My eternal companion, divinity at my side.

I love all about you. There’s nothing I’d change,

From inside to outside; I’ll take the whole range.

I love your tender touch and melodic voice,

I love your music – how in song you rejoice.

I love how you find new talents each year.

I love how your nose gets cold from sudden fear.

Your smile, your laugh (even the guffaws and snort),

Anything less and you’d sell yourself short.

You mean so much more than I could ever say,

With a million repetitions of “Happy Mother’s Day.”

No matter what I say, no matter what I do,

I can never hope to repay the gift of you.

Yours Eternally,

Danny

I had my first OB appointment today.

I saw baby #7 wiggling and waving.  Yes, just one.  :)  I am amazed at only 9 weeks 6 days gestation how much detail the baby already has. 

My doctor is WONDERFUL!  I have only had this one appointment, but he definitely made a good impression on me.  The hospital is right across the road from the clinic.  not that I'm likely going to make an hour drive when I'm in labor.  But at least I have a totally awesome doctor to take care of me throughout the pregnancy.  :)

The drive to the doctor takes me past a lovely little town that showcases the Pacific Ocean beautifully.  I wanted to stop and sit on the warm sand and dip my toes in the ocean.  But I hurried home so Danny could make it to work on time. 

Other pregnancy journal news...

I am nauseas and ornery.

Currently I can't smell due to a nasty cold-- which I have mixed feelings about.  It's hard to breathe while I sleep and so I'm sure I'm snoring and then I wake up with a dry throat and mouth.  On the other hand, I don't have to smell all those intense smells like Danny's flight suit that after three washes still doesn't seem clean, baby poop x2, Gremlin poop, and the other not-so-fresh hind-ends running around.

I'm sorry I've been so infrequent.  If it makes you feel better, I've been reading lots of blogs in my reader.

Pookie's Check List

Pookie's favorite thing about second grade is that he learned to write in cursive.  As you can see by his list, we actually do call Hammy by "Hammy" and Bun by "Bun" a good majority of the time.

Overhead in the van on the way home from school . . .

Gabbers:  It controls your body.

Bun:  I don't want a skeleton to control my body!

Gabbers:  You can't feel it.  It just does.

Bun:  not mine.

Gabbers:  Yes everybody's!

Me interjecting:  Bun, it's not like a creepy skeleton is taking over you.  Your skeleton is just what your bones are called.

Bun:  hmm.