Life Keeps Getting in the Way of Our Life

Warning:

This post contains graphic pictures of real life.

May not be suitable for those who think people with blogs lead ideal lives.

This is our house. Although it feels like we've done nothing but clean it since Saturday, it looks the same. Maybe this is why:

Saturday: Instead of unpacking, Jake spent the day cleaning up the tree-sized branch that fell onto our roof.

Sunday: Met with a member of our church leadership, who promptly asks us to speak next Sunday. Sure, we have time to plan for that.

Monday: I washed a load of laundry and then found out that the dryer doesn't receive any power. All laundry is now on hold.

Tuesday: Still can't get the pool cleaner to work. Go to Home Depot and spend more money.

Wednesday: Jake tries to leave for work, but has a dead car battery. He takes my car and I stay at home all day instead of going to the old house to clean it up.

Thursday: Finally with a car again, I head out to the old house, only to discover that I have a flat tire (#5 or 6 in the last several weeks, I've lost count).

Friday & Saturday, what do you have in store for us? Bring it on.

2 Days til the Move

Here's my (old) house. The new house looks about the same. Life in boxes and empty closets - didn't I just do this last June? Oh yeah, I did.

And every year before that for the last 6 years.

Seriously.

(Here's the proof: 2008, 2007, 2006, 2005, 2004 x2)


Welcome to Move #7. May it be our last.

"Um Show"

"Um show, um show".

That's the phrase that comes out of Sophie's mouth most frequently these days. ("myself")


We are no longer allowed to help her wash her hands, brush her teeth (we help anyway), climb in or out of her crib, eat, get into her car seat, get a drink of water, put her pants on, put her shoes on, etc.

Not only that, but anything that I do now requires the help of Sophie ("Help Mama."). So now I can no longer do the dishes, look in the fridge for anything, walk into the kitchen, put laundry in the washer, move laundry to the dryer, turn on the TV, or leave the room without a helper.

On a Saturday night trip to Wal-Mart (our weekends are totally exciting right now), Jake and Sophie spent the entire time trying to buckle Sophie into the shopping cart. She had to do it "um show". But when she couldn't get it, she asked Jake for "help peeeeeeeeee", and then the instant Jake touched the buckle, Sophie grabbed it away and exclaimed "um show" to him. (Why would he even dare try to help?) Aaaaand, repeat.

We're having fun watching her grow, and are in complete shock at least once a day when she says a new word or starts to sing a new song that we had no idea she knew. An independent 2-year-old is a tough thing to adjust to, but really great too.