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I tried to do a project

I got this wild idea to build two small bedside tables for the little girls’ room using wood scraps and old screws that we already had which I thought would be a great use of the couple of really good wood scrap piles we have that need to be decluttered.

I found all the pieces I needed pretty quickly but I wanted the legs to be 2×2’s so some of my pieces needed to be ripped on the table saw but I am terribly afraid of the table saw so Gabe took pity on me and sliced them up.

This was not any better though because not only am I afraid to use the table saw, I am also afraid of somebody else using the table saw because there is no blade guard and that thing looks like it’s just going to come flying right out of there and attack everybody like some sort of cheesy horror flick where an inanimate object comes alive and goes on a murderous rampage.

Good news, none of that happened, my sticks were cut in half, and Gabe still has all his fingers.

Unless you count the times when I was little where I nailed boards together on the floor of the garage while my dad worked on a project, I have never built something before so I really have no idea what I am doing. The only thing I have going for me is that I want them to look like reclaimed pieces. That gives me a lot of room for error.

I got most of them put together last night but I made a couple of mistakes. I’m going to remedy those this morning and hopefully have them painted by the afternoon.  I am at the mercy of Lanie, who still has a cold though so we will see what I actually get finished.

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Anytime my family goes to a friend’s house to swim there are too many kids in the pool for me to feel comfortable. Add in some more friends and their kids and grown men with beer and you suddenly have this perfect storm of chaos that can make any mom’s heart lodge firmly right in her throat.

On Monday we spent the day at a friends house watching the kids swim, eating good food, and trying to keep everybody from drowning.  Taking the kids to a pool is always a somewhat stressful venture for me but I really did have a good time and Kait got some great pictures with her fancy shmancy new camera.

Lanie is doing so much better at wearing her glasses so I was able to leave her contacts at home so she could get into the pool. She absolutely loves the water and smiled the entire time.

Jesse has completely overcome his fear of getting his head wet. He’s well on his way to learn to swim but it’s hard when you have lead for bones. The boy is quite slim but he is incredibly dense and sinks like a rock so learning to swim is a little more difficult for him.

And what’s with all the pool noodles?

There were tiny cans of soda and best good friends and life jackets that saved my sanity.

And sweet love birds who are THISCLOSE to being husband and wife.

And Lucy with her freckles and those incredible eyes that are a milky blue one minute and green the next.

Even though there were 14 minor children running around and almost as many adults, we had a pretty relaxed and safe Labor Day. There are so many more pictures and we had so much more fun but we’re headed out to the library and I’ve gotta go.

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What happened while I had a weekend

I wrote this post this morning but I needed to add pictures but Lanie woke up cranky and with an incredibly stuffy nose and I wasn’t able to get the pictures uploaded.  Now it is almost 8 pm and I fixed Lanie’s nose and ran and went to a Labor Day pool party and came home and put Lanie down for a very late nap and made dinner and got the pictures uploaded and the moment you have all been waiting for has arrived. You’re welcome.


Today is Labor Day. and while Labor Day is just a day off for many people, for my kids it’s the highlight of the year or something because all the little ones came running up to me shouting Mom! Happy Labor Day! when I got up this morning. I have never heard anybody say happy labor day before so this was unusual.

We are going to a friend’s house to swim and maybe that has something to do with it.

Over the weekend we had many plans to work on the kitchen and finish the table and clean out the closet but none of that happened.  The kitchen has been put aside in favor of getting our table done so we can use it again because all these kids eating on the floor in the living room is no longer working for me.

The table is almost finished. I’ve been saying almost for about 2 weeks now but I think almost is finally actually here. Just a couple more coats of urethane and it should ready to use.

The kitchen will get there. It’s just not happening as fast as I had thought it would because every time we get back to it something else needs to be done.

And I completely ignored the closet in favor of…  I don’t know. I don’t remember what I did instead.  Maybe I was cooking or something.  I feel like I am always cooking.

After church Rabbit washed the cars yesterday and that was super awesome and then he took the kids to the ball field.

We’re more of a football family and have never really played much baseball so Rabbit spent some time giving pointers on how to pitch and bat.

The boys were all like, Woah, Dad, you’re really good! Did you play on a team when you were younger or something?

Rabbit puffed his chest out a bit and answered them.  Yeah, I played a bit of Little League back in the day.

We only have three gloves so while some played ball, the others went to climb around and swing at the playground.

If you ask Maggie what she’s doing she’ll always, always, always reply, not swinging high enough!

I wish I had been able to go but Lanie was sleeping. Also, cooking food without children asking me 100 questions about what I am doing and why I am doing it and will there be mushrooms in it againThe opportunity to cook alone was just was too enticing.

Today’s tip: My kids like cauliflower rice better than actual rice so I make fried rice with cauliflower instead of rice. Last night we had bacon friend cauliflower rice and today everybody has gas.  I don’t know what my tip here is but I’m just saying, if you feed your kids cauliflower rice watch out.

 

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I still have my other kids

There has been so much going on with Lanie that I’ve neglected to post much about the 9 other children running around here so here’s a cute picture of some of them.

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Maggie’s duck face…  Kait taught her to do that.
Funny not funny.

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Bag Baby

Growing is tough and Maggie’s been doing a little too much of it lately.  Her favorite boots are no longer easy to slip on, razor sharp teeth are trying to break through her gums, she’s big enough to open the front door but not old enough to go out on her own…  It’s frustrating, I’m sure.

Gabe is really good with kids and he has the oddest imagination and those two things combined really come in handy when you have a toddler going through a particularly difficult time. Yesterday while Maggie was having a particularly frustrating evening Gabe pulled out a gallon ziploc bag, drew a face on it, filled it with air and zipped it closed.   Then he handed it to Maggie.

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She hugged it and gave it a kiss and was instantly satisfied by the plastic noise it made when she gave it a squish. Sometimes it’s the simple things that make the biggest difference.

Also, just a note for people who misplaced their brain…
Ziplocs can be a suffocation hazard.  They are made of plastic.  Don’t stick one over your head or let your kid stick one over their head.
Just thought I’d cover my butt there real quick-like.

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Dad, I think Gabe stole your face.

Kait has a themed Christmas party this afternoon and while the plan was for Joe to go with her his finals tomorrow have kind of taken over his life. Gabe was happy to take his place, however, so the two booked it home from church to get made up in a somewhat 40’s fashion.

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There might be 6 years between these two but they are quite close. It’s enjoyable watching my each of my baby’s relationships with each other change as they go through new stages in life.  And even though sometimes it can pain me that my older children’s kid years are behind us, it really does seem to only get better as time goes by.
I’m living in a real life enigma, people.

Also, Gabe looks just like my dad did when he was younger so if any of you have ever wondered what my dad looked like as a teen, which is kinda weird and I don’t know why you’ve been thinking about that and maybe you should get a hobby or something, you have your answer.

Merry Christmas

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Gabe turned 15 last month.  He’s somehow become significantly taller than the rest of us at 5’10” – a full two inches taller than the next tallest person.  As of last week he wears a size 12 shoe, and his pants are now a 34″ inseam and I’m right to think this is completely ridiculous, aren’t I?  Also, he is now old enough to learn to drive. He completed all his little quizzes and classes and then passed his permit test with a perfect score yesterday. Now he is off with Rabbit driving for the first time.

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He is learning on Rabbit’s Mini Cooper, as my Mini, Watson, is off limits for this sort of thing. My poor car has been crunched twice since Rabbit bought it for me 3 years ago; once by a guy whose breaks went out, and once by a guy who backed into it, gave Rabbit bad insurance information, and was never heard from again. Mini parts aren’t super easy to come by according to our body shop here and it took more than a month to repair the front end last time. I’m not super excited about having to go through that mess again so for now only experienced drivers are permitted to drive my car.

Even though I’ve been here already twice, with Kait and with Joe, it still took me by surprise that I have a new driver and seeing him in the driver seat yanked me back to last week when he was just a little blond-headed toddler who couldn’t sit still and bit my knees out of sheer excitement.  I just don’t understand when all this change and growth is happening.  I am, however, pretty happy that he no longer runs up and bites me on the knee.

I wish it didn’t take so long to realize how short life is and how quickly it all passes by.  I wish I could somehow give my older children perspective on that – to help them understand the importance of enjoying where they are in life and appreciating the moments that they’re in. To be truly content in the here and now.

It really is a never ending lesson.

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Gabe has what we call the sweaties.  His palms and soles sweat excessively and it has gotten to the point that his school papers were getting wet when he would write so I figured a doctor’s appointment was in order.

So Gabe, Maggie, and I spent a good chunk of our morning, then a good chunk of our afternoon at the medical clinic on base where there seems to be absolutely zero rhyme or reason for the way the place operates.  And as delightful as the corpsman was, he just could not figure out the scale and read Gabe’s height as 52 inches.
He’s 64 inches. That’s quite a difference.
It was as if he had never been shown how to get a weight and height on somebody.  Isn’t that standard in corpsman learning school?

And the clinic pharmacy….
We have to take a number, which starts with a letter and there are four different letters to choose from, each with numbers behind them and the only thing I understand about the system is that I’ll be sitting in the waiting room with 100 sick people for an hour and a half just to get a stick antiperspirant for my 13 year old’s hands.

It was a good day, really.  I was able to get my kid some relief and I didn’t have to spend any money so I’m quite thankful.

Still, if they could just figure out a better pharmacy number system. Something that makes sense. Something that will help me estimate how much time it’s going to be until my letter/number combo is called.
And teach the corpsman how to do corpsman stuff.

But then I guess it wouldn’t be the government, would it.

 

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It’s always those center kiosks that get me.

Every time we go to Walmart we have to walk past this huge Kiosk right in the entrance that is a five foot cube made of boxes Twinkies.

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I have never, ever bought a Twinkie before.
Not ever.

I really do try to keep the trash foods to a minimum but today as I walked past the Twinkie cube I picked some up and tossed them into the cart because sometimes you just gotta throw caution to the wind and live a little.  Most of my children had not ever had a Twinkie and I figured it was time to let them in on the little secret most people already know.

Twinkies leave an odd film in your mouth.

As soon as we had all the groceries put away I let them each have one Twinkie and they pretty much ate them in silence and then went on about their afternoon business.  It was like they had eaten a piece of bread or something. I think one of them calmly mentioned that the middle was good but overall it was an odd reaction to something that is supposed to be a sweet cake-like treat.

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Maybe with Kait in the house they’re just used to more delicious homemade treats.

I don’t imagine I’ll be buying too many more Twinkies in the future.

Now I think I’ll have to pick them up some  moon pies.  Every southern kid should at least try a moon pie. I remember when I had my first moon pie.  I took a bite, waiting for that wonderful mix of sweet and more sweet to fill my mouth with awesomeness, but what I got was a giant taste of something similar to what cobwebs must taste like and who would want their children to miss out on that?

And you can’t have a moon pie without an RC Cola.  I live in the south.  Shouldn’t be hard to find.

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