Monday, December 31, 2007

This year I resolve to...

  • Enroll my kids in swim lessons so that next summer they are more confident in the water (Read: less dependant on me= more fun for me to swim with them)
  • Start Once-a-Month Cooking so I rely less on less healthful alternatives.
  • Repaint my public rooms.
  • Pay off my consumer debt (so I can buy a new car and a new bedroom set).
  • Go to the gym 3 days a week- at least until my gym membership runs out in Feb- I will at least maximize the time I am still committed to paying for.

Trish, Kris, Karen, LeeAnn- consider yourselves tagged!


All it was going to take was a new set of sponges to turn 4/5ths of my brood into cleaning machines!?
One of my offspring woke up in a particularly industrious mood today and promptly made her bed, picked up her dirty laundry, and swept her bedroom floor. Then she asked for a sponge. Unfortunately I didn't have a clean one for her, but I did promise to buy her one when we went out to run errands. Seemed like a win-win proposition to me. At the store I sprung for the 4 pack with cool and funky designs on them. Each of the bigger kids immediately dubbed one as "mine" and set to work washing something in the kitchen. I left the room to work on a different project.
As soon as I left they started plotting a surprise for me at the tops of their lungs. I guess out of sight really is out of mind. Anyway, they are in the kitchen with a bucket of hot water scrubbing the floor on their hands and knees. Mind you, they are singing "It's the Hard Knock Life" from the 80's version of Annie!
I think it was a good deal on sponges. I paid $3.59 and I get a clean kitchen floor out of the deal!
I wonder how long until they start arguing about who has done more???

Sunday, December 30, 2007

A Lot of Fun Stuff And One Scary Drive!

We've had a big, fun, busy week! Wednesday we took 4 of the 5 kids to Leavenworth to go sledding- the 5th stayed the night with Grandma. We had a great time- well most of us. My baby's feet got so cold that he couldn't stand anymore- only he didn't want me to hold him either. He just had no idea what was wrong with him. I took him inside of Starbucks where he proceeded to scream until I undressed him down to his t-shirt and pants. This allows the extremities to warm slowly and cools the core a little- it's less painful. Then he was just MAD at me for about half an hour. When his feet quit hurting I got my happy boy back! We had such a good time that we didn't leave Leavenworth until 11 pm. We got home at 1 am!
The next day Jesse and Sebastian were back up Hwy 2 to go skiing. Jess said he had a fun time this year. I wish there was some way that we could get all the kids skiing. It would be a great family activity.
On Thursday I took my other kids to see my mom. I ended up taking just my girls to Wal-Mart. There is a particular Wally's near my mom's house that I hate. It is huge. It is crowded. There are at least 3 different sources of stimulation aside from just the clothes in each department. This particular store puts me into sensory overload. Can you say Wal-Mart Rage? Anyway, I went there. It was just going to be a quick in and out trip. Guess who locked the keys in the car?! Yep, right there in the driver's seat of my locked car were my keys! And my honey was skiing.... I managed to get ahold of my mom who got ahold of my brother in law who got me the spare since he was driving near my house on his way from work....
After the Wal-Mart business, I got a sitter and took my mom out to dinner and we did some sale shopping.
Friday we managed to stay home.
Yesterday we went back to Leavenworth- only we stopped at the same horrid Wally's and got snow boots! The baby NEVER needed to go in! He didn't even want to. We sledded like crazy! We finally left Leavenworth at 11 pm. This time there was a couple of inches of snow on the road. Not too bad to drive on actually. It was nice and dry and calm at that hour. Then we got to the pass.... The wind was blowing SO hard. The plows had been through and scraped the roads down to the ice, and the wind was picking the loose snow up and blowing it back into the car windshield. It was ZERO visibility at some points. The only reference point was the snow bank that we were trying to stay out of. Off the top of the pass was better, but it had been snowing down the West side all day and the road was a slushy mess until Baring.
Anyway we made it home safe at 1:30am!
Now, today, we're going to find a new adventure!

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Congratulations, It's A...

Dining Room!

It looks like, in fact, there is nothing slower than Christmas. I was beginning to have my doubts!

I finally have the room painted and put back together. I just put the dishes away today. My honey came home for lunch and we moved the china cabinet out of the living room. I was then able to put my living room back to the way it was supposed to be.

While my mom was at Disneyland having the 6th or 7th time of her life I was her back up babysitter. I ended up with my sister's 3 year old one day and my sister-in-love's infant on another day. I ended up losing the baby's binkie. Darla called as she was wrapping up her shift and asked me not to feed him... I couldn't find that darn bink anywhere! She pulled up an hour later and found him alternating between sucking the life out of my pinkie and screaming his ever-lovin' head off! Guess what I found today. I told her I would find it as soon as my house was back in order. Right under the couch. I could see it with all the furniture back in place, right there, just out of reach- believe me, I checked.

My living room seems so large with just one room's worth of furnishings in it. However, looking around at the paint, I notice that it's starting to look a little dingey....

I wasn't too sure about that red wall one coat into it, or two coats into it, or three coats into it, or four, but once I moved the china cabinet back in it covered some of the red. I decided I need a Tuscan type canvas for the other side of the doorway and some red, plaid cafe curtains for the windows. I think I've just opened Pandora's Box!

Dec 27th-
I have been trying to fix my very sick computer for a week now- no luck. You'll just have to take my word for it that it looks good until I can get back on my own machine to upload the pictures!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Calling all Traditions

Ok, here's the story:
I grew up with all the "traditional" Christmas trappings. We always had a great tree, loaded with presents, lights on the house, caroling, Christmas lists taped to the fridge, drawing names for who to buy gifts for- all that stuff.
I married a man from Romania. He grew up under the Communist regime in the Eastern block countries. When he came to the US he was amazed and sickened by the American excess of Christmas. Also, about this time he did a study on the symbols and meanings of the various traditions surrounding the holiday and- this is not my soapbox, I am not passing any kind of moral judgement- found that most of the traditions of Christmas are deeply rooted in Paganism. He vowed that he was never going to "celebrate Christmas."
I knew all of this when I decided to marry him and I deeply respected his conviction. I have even grown to agree with him on both points over the last 10 years.
Here's the problem:
Our children are growing up in a "Tradition Vacuum." I really miss the fun of the holidays- we also don't "celebrate" Easter or, obviously, Halloween. I miss the days being special and looking forward to them.
We don't put up a tree or lights or buy any presents. We also don't mark the days in any other significant ways.
Here's the question:
What kind of special traditions that focus on the Lord could we implement on these holidays? I am begging for your suggestions!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

And In No Particular Order (Part 3)

This is Caleb.

How do you describe Caleb? How do you put the wind in a box?

Caleb is lively, unpredictable, funny, and sometimes a little volatile. But if you were to harness any of that- or put him in a box- he just wouldn't be Caleb any more.

When Cay was a baby- just 16 months old- his sister Elizabeth came along. Those two have been like peas and carrots ever since, cuz they's always together. She is his mouthpiece-or spokes girl, as it were- and he is her body guard. If you want to get to Libby you have to go through Cay.

Life for Caleb has always been a little more difficult than for most other people. He's one of those square pegs in a round hole world. Caleb didn't begin to speak until he was over three years old. He rarely looked at you when he spoke or was spoken to. He never volunteered any information, and he seldom responded with more than one word. More often than not he would do nothing if he was content, but scream and hit if he was upset.

I know you've just read that last paragraph and thought to yourself, "He's autistic." You might be right. I sometimes think that myself. However, I have chosen not to have him tested and diagnosed because if he is autistic, he is so high on the spectrum that it makes little difference. Also, because no matter what names and labels get attached to my children, they are all expected to grow into contributing members of society. I never want them to be excused from duty or responsibility, or passed over just because of a label.

When he started Kindergarten his poor brother had to drag him down the driveway to the school. Caleb would grab every upright object he could find to anchor himself to on the way. When Jesse picked him up from school he hit the door running and made it to the house before Jesse even left the building. (We live right next door to the school.) Much of the focus of Kindergarten was just getting him into the groove of going to school.

In first grade Caleb had a very "old school" teacher who presented us with some hard decisions. We had to decide on Special Services (Special Ed), medical intervention, or pulling him out of school. Caleb was already receiving Title I (reading) services since in first grade he could barely distinguish his letters. He couldn't write any words except for his name. The most troubling thing, though, was that he was easily frustrated/angered and spent a lot of time in self imposed isolation either in the hall or huddled in a corner of the room.

We finally decided that we would have Caleb put into speech therapy twice a week, and he would continue with Title I.

Also, I had long suspected that Cay was allergic to something. I decided it was time to take him to see the allergist/naturopath. As it turned out, Caleb was not allergic to something, he was allergic to everything. Almost everything that we considered food was making him sick. Beef. Pork. Dairy. Wheat. Corn. Rye. Barley. Citrus. All Processed Sweeteners. All Dyes. Mildly Eggs. Mildly Soy. We took Cay off all the offending foods with the exception of soy and eggs, because as the doctor said, he had to eat something! What did he eat? Rice, chicken, fish, fresh produce. That's about it. He was the only kid I knew who had a home cooked meal (very dinner-ish) in his lunch box at school. If you have ever read the ingredients on any of your favorite convenience foods very closely you would soon realize that all but the most specialized (read expensive) prepackaged foods were out! What a pain in my butt!

But how incredibly worth it! Within 2 months of totally rearranging our eating habits people were noticing major changes in my boy. He quit huddling in the hall and corner of the class room. He began to READ! He began to look at you when you spoke to him!

At Christmas that year I came into the kitchen at my parent's house to see my sister standing there with tears in her eyes. "I don't think he has ever spoken to Dave (her husband) before. They've been having a conversation for the last 5 minutes!" Wow. I knew he was getting better, but seeing him everyday I just didn't realize how much he had changed. She got to see the big change where I only got to see the little changes.

We kept Caleb on the specialized diet for a year. A year is a long time for a little guy. Caleb began to ask when he could start eating like a "normal kid" again. About this time I found a book called Enzymes for Autism and Other Neurological Conditions by Karen DiFelice. I immediately implemented the enzyme regime and eased him back into a "normal" diet- with the exception of sugars and dyes which still bring out his inner animal. So far, none of his teachers have noticed any change for the worse.

Caleb continues speech therapy this year at school, and probably next year too, but he has disqualified himself from reading services based on his ability.

I wouldn't want Caleb to be anything other than who God has designed him to be, but I am glad that the square edges seem to be getting rounded and shaped a little all the time.

Lest you think that Caleb's issues define him, let me tell you a funny story about Caleb humor. One night Cay came to the dinner table with a baseball cap on. Two rules: 1) wear a shirt 2) no hats. I told Caleb to take his hat off. He tugged at the hat a little but it didn't come off. He pulled harder at the hat, but it just pulled his head up with it. By the way, this hat is not adjustable and is about 3 sizes too big. His head was not stuck. At this point Caleb stood on his chair and pulled with all his might. Not budging. He yanked the hat sideways and it pulled him off the chair. He went flying through the air and rolled out of the dining room. We could hear a brief struggle and then he came back, hat in hand. "Finally." That was all he said. We, on the other hand were laughing so hard it took several minutes to compose ourselves for prayer. Caleb just sat there dead-pan as if nothing at all had happened.

Things I like about Caleb:

  • His sense of humor

  • He is fiercely independent- but still comes in for a "body check" (hugs and kisses) a few times a day.

  • He always protects the "little guy" or the under dog- he's very compassionate.

  • He is all about routine. He never leaves you guessing.

Good Movie

Like I said,I went to see a movie last night with my friend Andreena. I love going to the movies with her because she is a night owl too, and since she is my neighbor we can just put our kids to bed and jaunt over to the movie theater.

Last night we went to see August Rush. It was such a sweet movie. Freddy Highmore is darling, Kerry Russel is beautiful, Robin Williams is kinda freaky (in a very real and manipulative way- but still lovable as his character) and the Irish guy who plays the love interest is appropriately brooding and beautiful- yes beautiful, not handsome.

The ending was a little anticlimactic, but still it was a beautiful love story.

My ten year old saw it with his dad a few weeks ago- stuck in Friday night Seattle traffic- but I don't think I would let any of the other kids watch it. It's just too mature. It is very clean and very sweet other wise. If you like chick flicks this is a good one to cuddle with your sweetie with when it comes to video- or to go see with your girlfriends as a night out.

P.S. My eyes only got a little watery a couple of times. If you're a cryer like me you can probably do this one with just one tissue- or your shirt sleeve if you don't wear make up.

New Windows!!!!

I thought my husband had lost it when in November he said he was going to replace the windows in the girls' room.

"Shouldn't you wait for spring?!" I asked in alarm.

He assured me they would be super easy, and ordered them from the warehouse in Seattle where he happened to be working. Unfortunately they didn't come in before he finished the Seattle job. Guess who got to drive to Seattle yesterday with the 3 and 5 year olds? Me! :( I hate the city. I choose to live in podunk. I didn't get to leave until noon because I had to wait around for him to give me some paperwork for a side errand. On Friday afternoon I have to be OUT of Seattle by 1:30 if I ever hope to make it home before my kids get out of school. Otherwise I get stuck in traffic. It was a race but I made it.

I had a cookie exchange to go to last night and I decided to take my girls. When I left Sebastian had already removed the old rotting sash from the first window and was starting to install the tracks for the replacement. When we got home 2 1/2 hours later he was putting the 2nd window into place. I was going to the movies with a girlfriend, so I told the girls to go crawl into my bed until daddy was done. When I got back from the movie theater the windows were in, the girls were in their own beds, and all was quiet at my house. And warmer inside the girls room- even without the shades.

The super-cool thing is that these windows tilt in so the outsides can be washed- both the upper and lower sashes! Clean second story windows! The other great thing is that the bottom sash raises or the top sash lowers. We have extremely low window sills in the bedrooms upstairs and so could not leave the windows open on hot summer days for fear of losing a baby (because we have had a baby each year that we have lived in this house) out the second story window. Now we can just drop the top sash!

I think we will do the boys' bedroom next and then ours. Eventually we will get around to the whole house!

Ok, so you're probably thinking I sound like a nutcase- rambling in ecstasy about windows. I guess that's what comes from being the contractor's wife!

Friday, December 14, 2007

Feathers In My Nest

Ok, so I have the texture to do my walls. I also have the paint. What I don't have is the finished walls. Mr. Husband called Mr. Drywall back to fix some (a lot) things.
I was whining to my friend Kelly that I was tired of having my dining room table crammed into my living room and tired of looking at my empty dining room sitting. Doing nothing. Wasting its purpose. It has been a month now. It was supposed to be a week.
Now, my friend Kelly has this unique ability to call things as they are. If I am having a problem I can't really specify or if I am not sure which end is up, I usually call Kelly.
As I was having my whinefest Kelly interrupted me and said,
"Well, they're messing with your feathers."
"Your feathers. You know, the ones you line your nest with."
"Oh. Yeah, you're right."
I don't claim to be a good house keeper. In fact clean is not a state I strive for. It's more like manageable chaos. But now my feathers are ruffled, and I want them back in place!

About Shoes

I babysat last night for my friend Karen. She and her husband went to his Christmas party right here in our little podunk town. You have to know that with 5 kids of my own I choose not to babysit unless that person is very special to me. Anyway, with my children plus her 4 we had 9 children at our table last night. What a crowd!!

When they got here I was in my office processing payroll, so I didn't hear them come in. When I came out of my office they had already kicked off their shoes and dumped their coats on the floor.

We had an uneventful night with the exception of one set of 3 year old fingers pinched on the hinge side of the bathroom door.
When Karen came to get her kids I got my first look at her for the evening. What a babe! Red dress, CFMP's (If you have to ask, you don't want to know!), nice hair....

As the kids came down from the playroom she told them to get their shoes on and get in the car. The "baby" was last. She came down and followed the shoe command. At this point I took one look and burst out laughing. Apparently, she, like my "baby" likes to kick her shoes off while riding in her car seat. She must have quite a collection in there. Karen says she put her in the car barefoot and told her to put some shoes on. She did....

Friday, December 7, 2007

Forward Progress

Mr. Drywall is done and paid. Hooray! I think we will texture tomorrow. I bought texture in a can yesterday. Then I can paint. We actually got lot of bang for our buck. The guy even fixed some major deficiencies in our bed room. Some of those problems were masked by the closet I tore out in a fit of rage. Some of them were caused by the fit of rage! I think I am going to paint my West wall red. The rest of the walls will be a darker khaki than they currently are and the ceiling will either be darker or lighter, I'm not sure yet. I like the cozy feeling that a darker ceiling creates, but I'm not sure if I should go that dark. Any opinions?
The walls are currently the 2nd color (first full color) and the ceiling is the 3rd color. I was thinking of making the walls the 3rd color and the ceiling the 5th color.
The West wall will be the 4th color.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Un-untuck-able Beds

For those of you who know me well, you know I'm all about 1) shortcuts,, and 2) what the kids can do for themselves.
I mentioned in an earlier post that I only make the beds once a week. Here's why:

  1. Take the mattress off the bed. Lay your quilt, comforter, or other outer blanket face down, sideways across your foundation (in this case plywood), just so it covers the foundation, with all extra on the wall or wrong side of the bed.

  1. Lay inner blanket across outer blanket in the same style as step one. If you use a top sheet (I HATE THEM) do the same with the top sheet.

  2. Replace mattress and cover with mattress pad or/and fitted sheet.

  3. Pull remainder of (top sheet) inner blanket and outer blanket over the top of the mattress.

  1. Viola! a virtually un-untuck-able bed. The weight of the mattress plus the child holds all blankets and sheets firmly in place.

As far as I know this will only work for a twin sized bed with twin sized bedding since it is almost exactly as wide as the bed is long. It works great, and it is easy for everyone to make their own beds- even the guy on the top bunk! As an added bonus, if you are like me and see no practical use for top sheets, you can pull the fitted sheet off the mattress without disturbing the covers under the bed so it will be that much easier to make the bed up again at sheet changing time.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Hats, Gloves, Scarves

Today I made my bi-annual trek to get hats, gloves, and scarves. A few weekends ago when we went to the mountains I realized that everyone had grown bigger brains! I always go to Old Navy- they have nice performance fleece and usually good prices on that stuff. Everyone got to pick thier own- except Caleb who is on his way to Disneyland with Grandma, and Jonah who threw every hat on the ground after declaring, "I hate dat hat one, Mom!"

The girls, who hate to be called twins (because they're not), insist on dressing alike. Go figure. Jonah is almost too big for the baby sizes. And, horror upon horrors for the poor mother, Jesse had to choose from the MEN'S rack. For myself I will look when I am alone. I could use a nice hat, gloves, and scarf this year....

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

A Busy Week

Well, it's been about a week since I posted anything. I think that's a new record for me. Thanksgiving was fun. Our huge family got together for the day. From my parents down to our children there are 33 of us when we all get together. If you want to read all about Thanksgiving at my parent's house you can read Trish's blog.
On Friday we had our Rosebrook Family Quarterly Birthday Party. Since there are now 19 grandchildren we wised up about 5 years ago and started lumping the kids together according to which quarter of the year their birthday falls in and they all celebrate on the same day. The parents plan something fun together and split the cost. Only family is invited to come. This time it was Jonah's turn. He was turning three.
This quarter we rented out Jungle Playland. It was a lot of fun since our "Big Kids" who are from 13 to 17 years old are too old to play under normal circumstances. Also, since it was just our family there we didn't have to worry about our little kids too much. We sat around and talked and played cards while the kids played on the equipment.

By Saturday my husband was chomping at the bit for something to do so he started fixing various large holes in our plaster. About a year ago we had a large snowfall. We got more than a foot of snow in our yard- which is unheard of, since we live AT sea level, very close to the water. In the next week we developed an ice dam which started melting into our house. Oops. I had 3 foot long cones of paint hanging from my ceiling.

Sebastian broke into the ceiling to determine if it was an ice dam or a burst pipe. Ice. Well now I had a hole in the ceiling that stayed there until about February when we decided to have the plumber come and fix the plumbing that was up there. (A recent remodel made the bathtub and sink in that bathroom inoperable.) At that point we opened 2 other walls and the whole ceiling.

So now after a year I am finally getting my ceiling back. Yeah! Of course the whole dining room is being fixed so I guess I will have to paint the whole room. RATS! ;) (That is very sarcastic since I actually love to paint. I find it very gratifying.)
On Monday we had a party for Jonah's friends- since they didn't get to come to Jungle Playland. I had a Diego and Dora party for him. It turned out quite cute if I do say so my self! I downloaded coloring pages, we had an animal search, had Diego cake, Dora ice cream- Yes, Bryer's actually makes this- and I made rescue pack goody bags. Cute, huh?

A friend of mine likened our birthdays to Mardi Gras. We actually celebrate Birth Week. It just goes on and on. Always, there is the family birthday, and a friend party. We always have doughnuts for breakfast in honor of the birthday boy or girl. Since there are 7 of us , this is the only time we ever eat doughnuts, but it happens often enough! And, if one of the parties does not fall on their actual day, the child also gets to have a special dinner of their choice on that day.
I guess we get to breathe now.

The drywall guy should be showing up to finish mudding and taping Sebastian's drywall any time now so I guess that's all for now. But it's enough.

Monday, November 26, 2007

You Know Your Kid Is Over-Exposed When...

Just the other day Jonah was singing a goofy song to me.
He stopped mid-song, turned to me, and said,
"Mom, go get your cramra!"
Ha! Ha!

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Here's A Funny Thanksgiving Story

One year, at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the traditional holiday feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store and asked if my sister wouldn't mind going out to get it. When my sister left the house, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the mixed stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey...then re-stuffed the turkey She then placed the bird(s) back into the oven. When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird. With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Barbara, you've cooked a pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry hysterically. It took the entire family almost two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs! Yes, my sister is a BLONDE!
Praise God from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him all creatures here below;
Praise Him above ye Heavenly hosts;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;

Happy Thanksgiving

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Also On Sunday

We figured there was just too much happening in our street for our young kids to be around on Sunday so we went for a drive. We stopped at Steven's Pass and played in the snow until our noses were numb and our socks were wet. Don't the kids look like they're having a good time?!

Big News In A Small Town

On Sunday we had something of a street party.
You see, nothing much ever happens here, so it doesnt take much to bring out the neighbors...
Like a controlled burn, for instance.


This was the view from my bedroom window when I woke up.

You can just barely see the smoke rolling out of the eaves in this picture.

This one is a good shot from my neighbor's front walk.

The fire men kept lighting the house on fire and then putting it out. They never did get it all the way out, though. Smoke kept roling out those attic windows. I don't know if I feel safer knowing that they have some practice or less safe knowing that the attic continued to burn the whole time....

About 2 hours into the drills the fire cheif finally smahed in the windows and every one backed out of the house. Within 5 minutes the flames shot out of the roof. From this point the firemen just controlled the fire and let it burn to the ground.

Notice the people on the street right in front of the house? Only in a small town...

At this point Jonah ran home yelling, "Marshmallows! Marshmallows! Daddy, marshmallows!"

All that is left now is a pile of ash!

Yummy, Yum, Yum

We are big soup folks. We just like it. In fact I had soup for lunch and dinner today.

For dinner I fixed Dump-A-Can soup. It's about the easiest thing there is to make. I thought maybe some of you would like it, so here's the recipe:

Dump-A-Can Soup
1lb ground beef, crumbled, browned, and drained
1/2 medium cabbage, finely chopped
2 cans kidney or chili beans
2 cans corn
2 cans green beans
2 cans tomato sauce
2 cans stewed tomatoes
2 cans water
In a large stock pot combine all ingredients, simmer until cabbage is tender.

**Do not drain the cans- just dump them into pot. Hence, the name.
**I usually do not salt this dish as the canned veggis are already salted.
**Because of the beans, this recipe can be made without the ground beef. It will, therefore, have only a couple of "Points" per serving.
**We like to eat this with a side of Mamaliga, which is Romanian for Polenta, which is Spanish for Corn Meal Mush. We like our mamaliga smothered in cheese. There went all those points!

P.S. Sebastian went to the doctor on Monday. They left the shunt in his face because it was still doing it's job. He has however gone back to work with some success. He did say that he kept breaking out into a cold sweat today. Obviously he has not fully recovered yet. Soon. He is on his way back. Keep praying for him. It makes me nervous that he is working construction with an open wound (He does keep it covered at work- but this is framing and such).

Saturday, November 17, 2007

No News Is Not Always Good News

I have been meaning to write this post for a while, but I just wasn't sure what to say.
You see, Sebastian is sick from a freak accident.
On the 31st or the 1st he smacked himself on the cheek with a 2x4. He can't exactly remember the date because it really wasn't a big deal at the time. He was closer to a piece of lumber that was sticking out than he thought. When he turned around he smacked right into it. It was one of those, "Dang, that hurt!" things. Not an, "I need to go to the doctor!" thing.
Over the weekend he developed symptoms of TMJ. On Sunday night he met with the chiropractor (my dad) to try to get some relief. On Monday it hurt worse than before and it was a little swollen. Sebastian made an appointment to see the doctor who agreed that it was probably TMJ and gave him prednisone and muscle relaxers. Tuesday he was quite swollen- like he was holding a golf ball inside his cheek- and in a lot of pain. He went back to the doctor who did some x-rays on the off chance that he had cracked or broken the jaw bone. The doctor didn't see a break, but since he was so swollen he wasn't positive. He gave Sebastian some pain killers and sent him home with the instructions to call if he needed.
Wednesday Sebastian came home from work in such misery that I immediately picked up the phone and called the doctor. He said to give him as much pain medication as he needed to make it through the night and to call him first thing in the morning to schedule a CT scan. Thursday our doctor set up the scan and an appointment with an ENT. The scan showed for sure that there was no break so the ENT said that he thought it was Traumatic Perotitis. the gland that makes saliva lives in your cheek and apparently the blow to Sebastian's cheek was enough to make that gland swell and block the release of saliva, causing an infection. The doc put Seb on an antibiotic and sent him home with a follow-up the next week. By this time Sebastian's face was twice as wide on the right as it was on the left. he reminded me of an orangutan with his sunken eye, his wide, wide face, and the sad look in his eyes.
On Tuesday I could tell that he was feeling awful so I called the doctor's office and told them that he needed to be seen right away. Right away wasn't until the next day. We got to the doctor's office and he had to see the other doctor in the office. This doctor took one look at him and decided to cut a relief hole in Sebastian's face. He drained the wound and wrapped it up and said he had to go back the next day. The next day, Thursday, they put a stint into the hole,and redressed it, and said that he had to go back the next day. On the next day, Friday, the doctor drained the wound again, put a BIGGER stint into the wound. They wrapped him up and said to come back on Monday. We are waiting for Monday.
In the mean time he can't work because the infection has made him ill and weak. He tries, but he is always home in a couple of hours.
I would appreciate your prayers for Sebastian right now for quick healing. I hate to see him so miserable.
I would post a picture of the grossness, but it just doesn't seem right somehow to photograph his misery.

Friday, November 16, 2007

This is a contest that a friend of my sister Trish is having. She is the artist and creator of these super cute things. Go check out her blog and see how you can win all of this cuteness for yourself!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Too Much To Do, Too Little Time

This list is so long that Jonah had to get his reading specs for it!
Is it just me, or are there other people who would like to step off of the crazy carousel ride that we seem so eager to get onto at first?
I will say that my children do not join every club, team, or sport that comes down the pike. But there are 5 of them, so any little thing that they do is magnified 5-fold.
So here is what a typical week looks like at our house:
Sunday- Church. Always 5- 10 minutes late. I hate to be late especially to church. It seems irreverent.
Monday- 6am, get Jesse going
7am- kiss Jesse goodbye
kiss Sebastian goodbye
Read- preferably my Bible, though admittedly not often enough
7:30 shower, dress, drink coffee
8 am get Caleb, Libby, and Abby going
8:45 kiss Caleb, Libby, and Abby goodbye
get Jonah going
drink coffee
9 am talk to Andreena. This is a standing Mon. morning phone date.
9:30- 3 pm clean house.
This whole day is devoted to sort, wash, dry, fold laundry. When the kids get home they
must put it away.
drink coffee
3:30-4 self serve snack
4-5 pm Homework
5-6 pm Make dinner
6-6:10 devour dinner
6:10- 7 clean the kitchen
7-8 pm Baths and reading
8-8:30 prayers, kisses, much stalling
8:30- 11pm I hide in my office and blog or I watch a movie
11ish drop into bed exhausted.
Tuesday- Much the same until 8:45 am
8:45 am load Abby and Jonah up and go to Mops until about noon. If I am smart, I remember to pack them a
lunch to eat on the way home so Jonah can go straight to a nap and Abby can have quiet time with a movie.
3:30 see above
6:15 take middle 3 to AWANA
7pm- 8:10 catch up on any office work I have missed or any remaining house work.
8:10 leave to pick up middle 3 from AWANA
8:45 return with wired kids
8:50-9:00 eat a piece of fruit or some crackers and get your butts in bed! Oh yeah, I love you.
Wednesday- Same thing as Monday except school starts an hour and twenty minutes late every Wednesday so I skip
the kiss Sebastian goodbye thing.
9 am every other Wed- take Jonah to day care- time is important because that is what time they start their
academic day, and Wed is chapel. On the Wed that he is at daycare Abby goes to school. On the Wed that he
is home so is she. I work in my office the day that they are gone. All day. I emerge when it is time for the kids
to come home. On our "off" Wed we do something fun like go to the library, or every once in a while, treat
ourselves to Starbucks hot chocolate.
Same afternoon routine- except add in an extra child. I babysit for one of my teacher friends while she has a
weekly meeting. Not a big deal. Her son and my son entertain each other the whole time.
Thursday- Same as Monday am routine until 8:45
8:45 take JoJo to daycare- every Thurs. Work until the kids come home from school.
1st Thurs of month 9-12 MOPs leadership meeting
4:15 load every one up to go get JoJo.
Same evening routine
3rd Thursday of the month 5-9 MOPs leadership meeting
Friday- Same morning- except Abby doesn't go to school.
Some time during the day I go grocery shopping. I also strip and remake the beds (This is the only time
during the week that I make my kid's beds. The rest of the week it is up to them- or not. I don't care.) wash,
dry fold, put away bedding.
Same evening. Sometimes we go out on Fri night to play and stay up until really late. This is also the day
the video games come out and they get to stay out until Sun night- absolutely no video games before church.
Saturday- Do the "BIG" clean. AKA all the kids junk gets put away by the kids so that I can clean easier on Mon.
Then play all day. No schedule.

I feel like we are extremely busy all the time. I will admit, though, that unless I am in my office I am not very productive. Aside from all the time I spend chasing Jonah around making him clean things like all the soap he has pumped into the sink, or all the paper he has pulled out of my shredder bin, or all the cards he has spread all over the living room, or all the crayons that he has... I know I spend a lot of time puttering. Not really getting anything done- but busy none the less.

Does any one have a large family and tips for me- especially about how to change my time so that it is more productive and I can be more prepared for when the buzz of kids is all around me? Please let me know.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


I get extremely irritated when moms say that their husbands, at home with the kids, are babysitting. They are not babysitting. They are parenting. A babysitter is someone you pay, who had nothing to do with the conception, when you need a break from your rotten little creations. A parent is one who, either by choice, or by default, or by both, is required to care for the child(ren) with no compensation except for their undying love and affection.

That being said, there are some exceptions....

Of course, who hasn't felt like doing this a time or two? Or, if you have actually done it, who is crazy enough to take pictures. I don't know this kid, by the way.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Post MOPs Letdown

Well, today was my second Special Tuesday. I feel like it went very well.
Today was The Bite of MOPs- much like The Bite of Seattle only on a much smaller scale. Our theme was the 50 States. Each of our small groups picked a state to represent, and decorated their area to match. They also made and served food from their state. Yum!
Because today was the first Tuesday following Veteran's Day, I gave the event a patriotic spin. I decorated all the tables with red, white and blue tablecloths. Each table had a flag standing in the middle of it. The podium was wrapped in a patriotic bunting and there was a display of flags in front of it.
We started our morning with 4 of the cutest boy scouts presenting the colors. After the morning business items were taken care of I gave a short history on Veteran's Day. I had a guest speaker today also. He is an area business man who is recently retired after 25 years of service in the Navy. He spoke about supporting the "Home front", wives and families left behind while the soldiers are on deployment, and how much it meant to him to know that his family was looked after while he was gone.
Then it was all food and a trivia game!
After all the preparation for these mornings and the buzz of activity, coming home to my (relatively) quite house makes me want to put on my jammies, drink some hot chocolate, and go to sleep until tomorrow! I wish.
What I actually do is: change my clothes, call my friend Kelly, drink more Coke or coffee, and start to clean my sadly neglected house.
I just called our self appointed official photographer and she assures me that I will have pictures for you soon. I will post those as soon as I get them so you will have a reference to all of my ramblings.
OK, gotta go. There's a stack of dirty dishes and a can of Coke calling my name....

Friday, November 9, 2007

The Diaper Pail

I was cleaning my boys' room today, looking for things I could get rid of and my eye fell on the diaper pail. Actually it has been a good solid month since I put anything into it. Then I realized that we dont even have any diapers in the house except for a few stray swim diapers (all new, by the way). I stood contemplating this a little while and my eyes wandered to the dresser top where a lonely and underutilized changing pad lays. I guess I have a couple of things to get rid of.

Do you think I would feel a little nostalgic that my baby's "baby days" are over?

Nah! This has been a 10 year journey for me since the birth of my first child. I have often had two in diapers, for a while there were three! Miss these days? Never!

I'm going to pack up these last vestiges of toddlerhood and send them the way of the crib, bottles, booties, creepers, and pacis. RIGHT OUT THE DOOR!

Then after everyone is asleep tonight I think I'll have a grown- up party all by myself!

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Amazing Hammer Juggling Video! MUST WATCH!

OK, here it is right on my site!!! Yay, me!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Cool, Just Cool!

OK, so even if you don't work in the construction industry you might like this video.

For some reason I can't paste the video- probably not the right format- so just follow this link:

Kids, don't try this at home!

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

My Children Will Never... (Romanian Version)

According to my husband, fresh off the boat from Romania, his children will NEVER, EVER do the following:
  • Whine for McDonald's every time they get into the car.
  • Sit around getting fat playing video games (So far fat doesn't seem to be an issue).
  • Complain about doing homework.
  • Throw out ANY food.
  • Drink their coffee any way but black.

Serious about that last one- he drinks it black and at least one of them follows suit. The rest of them like it full of cream and sugar.

My Children Will Never...

  • Scream and throw themselves on the floor (or jump up and down- depending on age) in a store/ restaurant/ park/ at a birthday party.
  • Roll their eyes at my inherent ignorance in front of their friends.
  • Sass me and then TRY to walk away laughing with said friend.
  • Pour whole boxes/ bags of flour/ cornstarch/cereal/ chips on the floor and then draw in/ jump on/ belly crawl through said item
  • Stand to pee (especially, but not limited to, the boys).
  • Pee on the fence that separates our yard from the elementary school.
  • Pee from the window of the world's coolest fort in their very "in town" yard.
  • Throw pine cones at the police man's car while he is parked outside our fence enforcing the school zone speed limit.
  • Never, Ever plug the bathroom sink, fill it with water, stand in it fully clothed, and use their toothbrush to paint toothpaste murals on the bathroom mirror. (Last night)

Trish, Karen, what will your kids never do?

True Confessions

I feel..."narfy."
No, for those of you who know me well, "narfy" does not mean pregnant!
"Narfy" is a word that means you just don't feel like doing anything at all.
Says who?
I'm glad you asked.
Says Bethany.
OK. I admit it. I sit around at my desk writing out checks and listening to Adventures in Odyssey. You caught me.
But I still feel "narfy."

Sunday, November 4, 2007

And In No Particular Order... (Part 2)

Elizabeth Iuliana
Yes, that's her up there.
That's my Libby-beth
Libby is our first girl. She's child 3 in the grand order.
Before Elizabeth was even born I had her name picked out. I never even considered any boy names. By the way, we're not peekers.
Elizabeth comes from the Old Testament. She is the mother of John the Baptist and the cousin of Mary. Elizabeth means "God is my oath." Her middle name, Iuliana, was picked by my mother in law. It translates to Julianna.
I had to think long and hard about the nickname, though, since I've never met a Liz or Beth I actually liked- Oh, wait there is one Beth. Sorry to the rest of you Liz's and Beth's I've never met . So Libby she is.
Libby is every one's favorite. All the kids beg her to play with them only- not the other brothers or sister. I guess that is good for her. She is the sweetest most lovable girl in the world. Libby is always looking out for other people. When we hike she has a tendency to be last- not because she couldn't be first, but just because she wants to make sure no one else gets left behind. That's just her nature. She will always stop what she is doing if her baby brother asks for something.
Libby is in second grade this year. She went to kindergarten at a local preschool when she was four because she missed the school district's secondary age cut off but was ready too go to school. She then went right into first grade where her brother was waiting for her.
That's an interesting story. When Libby was born, Caleb was 16 months old. He was walking but not talking, and not anywhere near being potty trained. He seemed to stop for a while. It was almost as if he was waiting for her to catch up. The potty trained together, started talking together- eventually I had to tell her to stop talking for him- and even learned to read together. When Libby was 16 months old Abby came along. They didn't bother to wait for her.
Libby is pure determination and spunk. If anyone can do anything, she an do it,too. And she'll prove it. Just look back at those pictures. She wasn't the first one to rope up that day, but by golly, she was the first one to reach the bolt at the end of the rope! Twice!
The school district does a cheer clinic twice a year where all the little girls get to cheer at a high school varsity game with the varsity cheer leaders. Libby absolutely loves doing that. She's pretty sure that she will be the captain of the varsity cheer squad as a freshman! I keep telling her that she is the one who will be on the top of every pyramid and the one to be thrown in the air for every basket toss because at 6 3/4 years old she weighs about 38 lbs. Her doc is not worried because somebody has to be on the bottom of the chart. And she does keep growing in the 10th percentile....
Libby is a pony tail, a pair of jeans and a skinned up elbow.
She is a cuddle on the couch whenever I am able.
She's a bed time prayer and a hug and a kiss.
She's a basketball thrown that will never miss.
She's a smile and a laugh, a pat on the back,
and a, "Go get 'em, girl!" because I know she is able.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

And, In No Particular Order, Here They Are (Part 1)

Jesse Stefan

Jesse was chosen by his dad from the Old Testament. It is a Hebrew name meaning "gift". Stefan (Shte-fawn) is his Romanian grandfather's name which translates over to Stephen. We didn't realize it at the time, but our children are the only name-heirs in the family, and we scored big time points by naming our first son after the grandfather whose name he carried!

Jess is 10. He is in 6th grade. He is in middle school this year. Electives are a cool new thing for him. He decided to take Unified Arts so he could do the home-ec cooking unit. I did mention that he loves to cook, right.

Jesse has been making his own omelets since he was about 6. He likes them with Parmesan cheese and Herbs De Provence. If you just checked your spice drawer to see if you even had any of those- well, don't worry, you're not alone. We do tend to have an abnormal assortment of things he needs for his cooking.

About 3 weeks ago I twisted my foot and fell in our driveway. That put me on crutches for a week. It was a pretty good excuse to lay on the couch for a few days with my feet up. The bad news was that we already had dinner plans with some great friends that I really didn't want to reschedule. Not a problem, really.

Julie and Craig brought over salad and pumpkin pie, I made a batch of biscuits, and Jesse made Roasted Cod With Leeks and Cream. Impressive. I know. Actually, I hate fish. This was good enough that I tried it again this week. The sad thing is that it didn't turn out as well as Jesse's did.

Where did the kid get such a recipe? Well, Jesse decided he would go to study hall after school one day. When it got to be the end of the day he realized that he had all his homework done already. However, The big rule at our house is that if you tell mom and dad that you are going to be somewhere then THAT IS WHERE YOU WILL BE. Since he didn't have anything else to do, Jesse started reading cookbooks. Weird, I know.

The video is fresh off of his Cod success. I love it because it shows so much of his personality. He is either going to be a scientist or a chef. He's not sure yet. Maybe he could be both.

Jesse is the pot stirrer at our house. Calm drives him crazy. My mother always prayed I would have a daughter just like me someday- God answered her prayer in the male version of me.

Jesse is a "wordie" just like me. Before he could walk he was speaking in simple sentences. At 8 months he looked at me after bed time prayers and said, "Mom, yight off, peese." I'm not kidding. He didn't start walking until 11 months. I realized at about 1 1/2 that he had complete command over the English language when he started changing all the words to the songs he knew. Yes, they still rhymed.

One day at about 2 years old we were out for a drive and Sebastian and I were sharing a smoothie. Well of course, Jesse wanted some, too. We handed it back to him and he gulped away at it. All of the sudden, Jess smacked his forehead, screwed up his little face and said, "Ooh, this hates me!" and handed the smoothie back. Yep, you guessed it- brain freeze. Another day we were out shopping with my sister and she decided to drive through Taco Time. When Jess realized where we were he chirped up from the back seat, "Oh, lucky day! Lucky day!"

This is the big year for friends for Jess. He has never had to go looking for any because he has a built in set right here at home. This year, though he is at a different school- he left all of his siblings behind at the elementary school- and has had his horizons widened. Already he has brought home a bunch of phone numbers and1 party invitation. This is a tricky one for me since our kids don't go to people's houses unless I have met the parents and seen the house. Does any one have any advice on how to handle this one and still leave my middle schooler with a shred of dignity. The rule doesn't change, I'm just wondering how to do it without totally embarrassing him.

Jesse doesn't play team sports. Unless you count chess club. Actually we don't have a chess club, but he would be in it if we did. He is going to join the science club on Monday. It was a hard choice for him because both the science club and the library club meet on the same day. Go ahead and laugh. I am.

Obviously I could go on and on, but I will spare you the novel. He's cute and lively, and he may just be your son's boss one day- or President- who knows!

P.S. Sorry the video is sideways, I couldn't figure out how to turn it.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Huh, how'd that get there?

I find stuff in funny places.

I was just cleaning up after dinner and I found the paper wrapper to tonight's butter in the tupperware cabinet. It got me to thinking about all the stuff I have found in wierd places.

Like the piece of polyfill stuffing I found in my then 6 year old son's nose. When I say I found it, I really mean that the smell from the front of his face drove me to make a doctor's appointment for him. He didn't say one word about it until the very point in time that the doctor pulled the rotting mess from his nostril.

Like the time, barely a week later, I found a silver bead in the nostril of his little sister. Luckily, I fiddled with her nose long enough to make her sneeze.

Like the wet diaper I found in a toy bin.

Like the two Hershey's bars I found in the huge Costco box of garbage bags earlier today. Lucky me!

Like toys in my kitchen cabinets. Video games in my dry pasta. Cerial in my shoe. Car keys under the refridgerator, inside the heat registers, in the bin of exta T.P., just about anywhere you can think of.

Now, if I could just figure out where someone put my sanity. Maybe the kids might know.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

A New Page

I just turned the page on my calendar, and guess what I saw?


A whole page of nothing. I quickly flipped back to October and reviewed the month and turned again to November. Nothing. I sighed. Part of that was a sigh of releif. Here was a full month with nothing messing it up. No blotches and smears of ink, no demands on my time, nobody needeing or wanting anything from me. Nothing. Another part of that sigh was the realization that I had better get out my ink pen and fill in those important dates that I have in my head but haven't written down yet. And lastly it was a sigh that this crazy, busy, hectic life may not have been what I would have chosen if I were Supreme Planner of the World, but it is exactly what the Lord has seen fit to give me and I know that he will give me the grace to endure and thrive each day.

Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. "The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I hope in Him."
Lamentations 3:23

Wednesday, October 31, 2007


Puckered sweet,

Dirty feet,

Jelly in his hair,

Sucks his thumb,

His day is done,

But I'm still standing there.

"Good night, my love,

Sleep tight, my love,"

The night wind sighs on the air.

I kiss him light,

and leave him in God's care.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

It's All About ME!

So, who am I? What makes me tick?

At this point in my life I am "Mostly Mom." I have 5 children. Jesse, my eldest, is 10. He is in 6th grade, and he loves to cook. That's great for me, since I strongly dislike it. Caleb, child 2, is 8 years old. He is in 2nd grade. Caleb is all about order and routine. This is particularly challenging for me. Elizabeth, the first girl, is 6 3/4 and also in 2nd grade. She is our mother hen. When she was barely toddling she would keep her eye on her older brothers at all times and gently correct them if they began to step out of line. Abigail is 5 1/2. Abby is stepping out into the world of kindergarten this year. There is not a stage big enough for the drama that comes out of this child- and not all of it is bad drama either. I have heard that 5 is the number of God's grace. I can easily see how this could be true. Jonah is my baby- even though he turns 3 in 24 days. He is the sweetest child I have ever met. He speeks the language of love that I "get." We both love quality time. I'll do a more thorough introducton to my kids in a later set of posts.

I am married to Sebastian. We met on New Years Eve of '95/'96. We have been married for 10 1/2 years. Wow where did those years go?! I can't imagine my life being any different than it is now.

Our household, in total, consists of 2 gravely outnumbered parents, 5 young children, 3 goldfish, and one semipermanant houseguest. We are large and we are loud! Shopping for a dining room table that could seat 8 every night raised more than a few eyebrows!

I am all about MOPs (Mothers Of Preschoolers). MOPs is a church based community outreach program that caters specifically to women who have children that are kindergarten aged or younger. The immediate goal is to give these women a sense of community. We are all women in the same stage of life. We all have potty issues, children who take so long to tie thier shoes, discipline issues- that kind of thing. Of course, the long term goal of MOPs is that every woman would be brought into the famly of Christian believers. The normal format for a MOPs morning at my MOPs would be: snack and fellowship, announcements, teaching time (all mothering/ womens issues), small group discussion time, craft and fellowship time. All of this fun is crammed into 3 hours. Of course while we are having all of this fun, our children are in thier classes having fun, too. The children's classes are set up in a Sunday School format and include music, gym, snack, story, and free play time- at our MOPs group anyway. By the way, if this sounds like something you would be interested in checking out you can. I go to Camano Chapel MOPS. We are one of the few groups that meets every week in the state of Washington. The Chapel even has a night MOPs for women who can't make it durring the day. Anyway, as you can see, I fully support MOPS.

This year I am the Special Teusday Coordinator at MOPs. I believe it is a leadership position unique to our group. I am in charge of the nonformat days (the SUPER fun ones). I am doing The Bite of MOPs on November 13th. Be looking for a post on that.

If I only had to look after me I think I would probably live on sugared cerial for two meals a day and starbucks coffee for the other. I guess it's a good thing I have to think about good nutrition on an ongoing basis! I also love taco salad- but it has to be made with Doritos, 1000 Island dressing, and lots of Ketsup. And Coke.

I love to play games. I like word games and I like card games. My current favorite card game is Phase 10. I am teaching my 10 year old how to lose like a good sport. We throw in an occasional game of Uno for the littler kids who would cry if they had to play Phase 10 with me. Jesse and I also like to play Scrabble- but it's not much of a challenge to play with him yet. Since English is my Husband's second language he won't play word games with me. I do like to play games with my dad, though. He almost always beats me.

I like to read, although I don't get much chance. I love to sing- I think I'm good, too. I have a huge collection of decorating magazines. I live in the typical mom uniform of a t-shirt, blue jeans, a zip front sweatshirt, and tennis shoes.

In a really small nutshell- that's me!

Monday, October 29, 2007

5 Things I Know For Sure

My sister Trish tagged me to tell her 5 Things I know For Sure so here goes:
  1. Poop does indeed come out of the dryer
  2. It is way too late and I have way too much to do to be sitting here blogging. Thanks Trish.
  3. Dirty toilets will still be dirty tomorrow. And the next day. When they start pinching your tush as you sit down then you need to be worried.
  4. Expensive gift soap from Bath and Body Works really does smell divine on almost 3 year old boy hands.
  5. My children are the most perfect, beautiful angels anyone has ever seen. I might venture to say that they actually look and smell like Heaven. Unfortunately, they do have to get up tomorrow morning....

I HATE Laundry

It's one of those chores that just as soon as you are done you realize that every one just took off the days clothes and put on their pajamas. In my house a days worth of clothes adds up to a whole other load- though never all the same color, so there they sit until next week. We are also in the midst of potty training our nearly three year old. Now here's where laundry gets interesting. We usually have a faint pee smell wafting from the laundry room, although usually not so bad that it can't wait for a full load.
Today is laundry-potty training day. My darling little man forgot to go poop in the toilet. Since I was busy cleaning out the shower my husband gamely took on the little stinker! When he asked me what he should do with the stinking heap of clothes I told my husband that he should run them alone in a water only cycle since I knew I would be starting all the laundry later. OK, good enough.

So, at about 10:00pm I tossed a mountain of laundry over the stair rail and rolled my laundry hampers over to sort all the clothes. My dear 2 11/12ths year old took a nap much too late in the day, therefore he was available to help sort the clothes. Usually this child is absolutely normal- but he has a sick love of laundry which I am sure one day he will need therapy for. Darling Boy grabbed every sock he could find so he could "Fold them out." (Socks must go into the washer right-side-out or you may end up with a sock full of very clean sand....) as he is working my darling baby is HUMMING. I do not hum when it comes to laundry- ever. After we had the laundry all sorted we took it to the laundry room. This dear child also loves to load the washer. He stands with his hands in the front of the washer and I throw laundry onto his arms, he then shoves the clothes inside. And so we dance until the washer is full. It is also his self appointed job to pull the clean wash out of the washer and hand it up to me so that I can put it into the dryer since the units are stacked.

As we went to the laundry room I smelled a peculiar odor. Hot Poop??? It seems that my loving husband had his mind else where when he was taking care of the stinking pile of baby boy clothes and absently put them into and started the DRYER!!! He swears he put them into the washer and washed them, but there they were stinking up my dryer.

Well, I washed the dryer out with Simple Green and ran it for 20 minutes full of dryer sheets. I think that took care of the problem. But, just be sure I did what any dutiful wife would do for her husband. I washed and dried his work gloves first so he would be sure to have them tomorrow....