We have two bearded dragons that are about a foot and a half long and one 3′ long Chinese water dragon.
These two bearded dragons got married over the summer and we had surprise! 36 baby lizards to find homes for. Over the last two months we have been selling them one-by-one and finally the last of them were purchased yesterday and we are no longer having to spend an arm and a leg on insects to feed them.
Let me tell you how I feel about buying insects and bringing them into my home.
It’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of.
I really do like the dragons though. I didn’t expect to enjoy them this much when we first decided the kids could get a couple. I don’t have a current picture of the big, 3′ long lizard. I’ll have to get one and post it soon.
The married couple has quite recently separated and are now quite happily enjoying the single life in their separate cages. There can be only one baby producing female living in this house.
Hint: It’s me.
It has come to my attention lately that I am really, really bad at passing on information. I guess I have known this about myself forever, but I never realized how much it bothered other people that I don’t always tell them everything that is going on with me right away. It isn’t done on purpose, it’s just that I don’t think about it.
All that to say that we are expecting our 10th baby and I’m sorry if you wanted to know but didn’t know because I didn’t think about mentioning it. I’m 23 weeks along, due in March. It’s a girl and we know this because we had an ultrasound this go-round. I won’t be able to have a homebirth because there are no homebirthing midwives within an hour’s drive of our house so we’re at a hospital this time, unfortunately. Or fortunately. I’m trying to look at the bright side. Maybe the hospital here will be an amazing place to have a baby.
So if anybody is still keeping up with this blog after my long quasi-hiatus I’m sorry I forgot to mention the new baby that is to be joining us soon.
I’d also like to mention that Ben(10) thinks it’s twins even though we’ve had two ultrasounds already showing only one baby. He is sure he can see the shadow of a second baby in the background. He would like to go with me to my next appointment so he can point out the oversight to the midwife.
I don’t remember what prompted me to put bacon on my turkey a few years ago but it’s been the only way I cook our Thanksgiving bird ever since.
Layering the top of this 22 pounder with bacon was the only right thing to do and since we definitely want to do the right thing that’s exactly what we were doing at 9:30 this morning. Ben took care of that job this year. He’s becoming quite handy in the kitchen lately.
Happy Thanksgiving, people. Now go forth and eat and be thankful.
Before even changing out of their pajamas my boys have taken to practicing their violins.
I had been warned to expect a whole lot of ear piercing squeaking and whatnot in the first year of Matthew and Sam learning the violin but after just a few months of lessons that is down to a minimum and tunes are becoming recognizable.
Don’t judge me on the bad picture quality. Or judge me. I really don’t care either way. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll never be a photographer. My legacy on this blog will be a series of crappy pictures that tell the story of a really awesome life.
A month or so ago Maggie got a hold of my phone, which I had plugged in and sitting on the counter. I didn’t see what she had accomplished in the short time she had it until sometime later. Somehow she was able to turn on the video camera and just listen to how proud she was of herself.
I don’t know what language she is speaking but you can clearly hear her delight at having figured it out. I would have loved to have seen what she would have captured had the phone not been plugged in.
So Matthew and I painted some of our walls yesterday and the pale yellow that I’ve never really been fond of was turned hailstorm gray which is not gray at all, but a milky white color.
But then Maggie happened.
This has become a regular occurrence and we just figured out where she was finding the markers. In our knife drawer in the kitchen we keep a bin of writing utensils. Maggie cannot see into the drawer but that isn’t stopping her from opening it and pulling out different items until she finds what she is looking for. Usually a sharpie of some sort. Sometimes a pencil. She doesn’t write on the walls with pencils though. She reserves those for editing our books and correcting the boys’ school work. Markers, however, are for drawing on walls, couches, and herself.
Because we aren’t busy enough around here with cello, violin, piano, two kids working, and one kid starting college soon, we decided to tell the boys that we’d sign up any of them who desired to play football this year. We figured maybe two would want to play but the joke was on us because 4 of them said, me!me!me!.
The cost alone makes me almost say bad words to myself silently in my head. But the fact that they are all in different age groups, and on different teams, and practice at two different fields about 4 miles apart…
We will not will try not to complain. We will just call the next 4 months a challenge.
Conditioning camp started today and as you can see from the picture, it didn’t start off resembling football at all. What you’re looking at is a bunch of little kids doing stretches the wrong way. Sometimes one of them would take off running in one direction and then a bunch of other kids would see him and go along too even though they were supposed to be going the other way. Or not going at all. It’s very much like herding cats out there and it is so easy to stand at the fence and laugh because I’m not one of the coaches.
The coaches, however, were not discouraged and are apparently good with cats because after about twenty minutes everybody was doing football-ish things and everything started to look a little orderly.
We’ll be at it again tomorrow night. Fun Florida heat and all.
Having a 14 foot long table this past year has been such a pleasure. It has meant that we can all eat dinner together without elbowing each other. It has meant that one person can get up from the table to use the bathroom or grab a drink without making everybody beside them have to do this sort of half standing chair scootch dance that inevitably ends with somebody getting their foot smashed. It has meant that we can have friends over for a meal without half of us having to eat standing up.
And it means that many more of Nona’s quilts are needed to complete a super large table fort.