10.26.2008

Best Week Ever?

In a lot of ways, this week was pretty exciting for Ruby and Herbie.
  • Fun packages came in the mail.
  • They each got a pair of cleats, which they LOVE, from the thrift store.
  • They've discovered that footy-pajamas can be just as awesome as suits or shorts (depending on their individual preferences).
  • We also had the tree in the backyard removed,
  • and the trunk-or-treat was this week.
We've been trying to get the tree removed for about 6 months, but the ground needed to be dry for them to do the job, and it kept raining on the day that they'd schedule us.

They finally came on Friday, and Ruby and Herbie were glued to the windows for about 4 hours.

Woo was only glued to the window for an hour and a half, and Moses was slightly annoyed by all the ruckus going on outside.

It was pretty fun to watch.

They pulled out the full arsenal to remove our tree: a bucket truck, chain saws of assorted sizes, a chipper, a bobcat "No, it's actually a DOG-CAT, Mom!", some stump-grinder thing, ropes, hard hats, you name it.

They did a great job.

We had piles of limbs that had already fallen, that we'd broken down and thrown in between our 8' ornamental grasses. They collected all of that for us and threw it into the chipper. They raked and swept up everything, left a truckload of wood-chips in a neat pile in our driveway, and occasionally waved at the kids.

I finally have all the wood chips I want (and that's not sarcasm).

Saturday evening, Ruby eagerly put on Herbie's three piece suit and church shoes. I gave her a mustache, and Woo taught her how to say, "I'm a wall street banker."

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Herbie was a little harder to please. I wanted him to wear the lederhosen, but he'd just worn them to church a couple of weeks ago, and he really wanted to wear his cleats. So he wore his adidas track suit and cleats---a soccer player.

Moses was a clown.

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I was a siberian husky, and Woo was GI Joe.

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We all looked pretty ghetto, but the kids felt cool. I was happy I didn't have to sew anything, and Woo was happy that no money was spent.

It turns out that I really like moving. Until we moved here, I hadn't lived in one place for more than 8 months for 10 years. When we'd lived here a year, I kept having dreams that I was checking out new apartments/houses, or that I'd found an exciting new room in the house we now have. Well, I've got that moving bug again, with no move on the horizon, so I've decided to reupholster an armchair, our three dining chairs, and do a bit of a furniture switch-er-roo. It's not the same as working with a totally new space, but I'm excited, and it will hopefully keep me sane.

Well, that's about it. I hope everyone has a great week. I'll talk to you later.

10.19.2008

The 5 Year Mark

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Woo and I had our fifth anniversary this week. We dropped the kids off at the Greene's and headed for the mall as fast as we could.

We were late for our appointment at the Apple Store.

Our computer had died AGAIN for the third time in two months.

After an extremely romantic hour there, we ate at a restaurant in the mall, and returned to pick up the kids.

Woo's best line of the week came when he asked the Greenes how it had gone:
Greenes (avoiding eye contact with us): Well... you know how it is when you put six kids together in a room...

Woo: Magic?
Ruby had a package of markers out on the the couch when we got there (without their knowledge), and Woo observed her crawling around on the floor and otherwise goofing off while the Primary was practicing for their program next week.

I've always considered Ruby to be above average on the curiosity/quickness/aggressive scales. I know what she's capable of, so I keep a close eye on her always, but these two incidents have me wondering: is there something we're doing that's causing her to behave worse when we're not around (or something we could do so she'd be better?), or are other people just afraid to tell her no?

Herbie has been going through shorts withdrawal with the colder weather. Shorts are his absolute favorite piece of clothing ever, and he will frequently admire other people wearing shorts.

I knew the only way to keep him from wearing shorts all winter was to remove them completely from his room and squirrel them away in the basement.

He's asked for them every morning. He seems to be under the impression that they're all dirty, and as soon as I do the laundry, they'll be back. I think he's going to be really excited when they magically return again (in about six months).

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Moses is a much happier baby now that he can go anywhere he wants to go. He's really been enjoying himself, exploring pretty much every corner of the house.

Our house has been totally baby proof for sometime now. I can't believe that I actually used to put plants on the floor or glass knick-knacks lower than 5 ft!?!

The only thing I have to watch for is that he doesn't get too much time with any one book, or he'll gnaw a corner off.

10.13.2008

Warning: Longer Than Normal...


Thursday or Friday I decided that I couldn't take the dark bedroom any longer and ripped off the coverings over the kids' windows. Wow! That's been a mistake! I fixed them on Saturday in a less permanent way so that I can darken the windows at night/naps and let light in when they're playing, but the kids are still recovering. I'm always surprised that they can't just sleep-in the next day, when they're tired. It takes a couple days. Anyway, here's some random stuff from our week:

One morning I realized that Herbie was trying to kick Ruby, and Ruby was calmly and kindly saying over and over, "Don't kick me Herbie. Kick a soccer ball." I was very impressed that she was able to keep her cool under fire. Unfortunately Herbie wanted to kick Ruby more than he wanted to kick a soccer ball, so I offered a pillow option. Ruby ran for a pillow. Herbie kicked that around for a few minutes, and Ruby ran free. In an unrelated incident, Ruby cried and cried when I told Herbie he could wear her lederhosen to church today.


At dinner Woo and Herbie discussed Herbie's potential to become a dad.
Woo: You'll be a dad, Herbie.

Herbie: Oh. After I be born? 
Woo: Yes, definitely after you're born.  
Herbie: Oh. After I mow the lawn with your big lawn mower? 
Apparently that glorious day can't come too soon for Herbie (or Woo either, probably).


Moses is crawling confidently all around the house. As soon as he's released, he likes to head for his bedroom, the back room or under the kitchen table (where, unfortunately, he usually finds a few delicious morsels). He also will make a beeline for any ball or book within easy reach. Moses has been going #2 in the potty for me a few times a week, thanks to his more solid diet.


Friday night Woo sprained his back swinging Ruby around. Despite the pain he was living the high life for a good 24 hours. I lifted each kid up for him to hug and kiss, made a comfy nest of pillows on the floor, eased him into it, saw him comfortably set up with his laptop, fetched him a drink and a couple of other things... The next morning he lounged on the couch reading The Economist. When we went out, Ruby put his shoes on for him. I had to replace our new license plates on the car, buckle each child in, help him into the passenger's seat (he was able to close the door himself), etc., etc. While he was watching me put the license plates on, he said, "I kind of like hurting my back!"

Tuesday night I went to a baby shower. Baby showers, in general, are pretty painful, but this one was especially painful. Mostly because the entertainment consisted of unsolicited labor stories and advice. Labor and delivery is actually one of my favorite topics of discussion, but only under a very specific set of circumstances, and this was not it. I felt that the focus should have been on the mom-to-be, her plans, her family, the new baby, etc. I made a couple of attempts to change the flow of the conversation, but they were too weak to compete with the mom-with-the-unnecessary-c-section and the mom-who-can't-mention-her-kids-without-also-mentioning-that-she-had-them-all-naturally (which I also find obnoxious). Anyway, next time I go to a baby shower, I'll have to go in with a better game plan---maybe names. Names are a hot topic.

Well, this is (finally) over. Talk to you later!

10.12.2008

Weekly Minutiae

smiling little girl instagram
Thursday or Friday I decided that I couldn't take the dark bedroom any longer and ripped off the coverings over the kids' windows.

Wow! That's been a mistake!

I fixed them on Saturday in a less permanent way so that I can darken the windows at night/naps and let light in when they're playing, but the kids are still recovering.

I'm always surprised that they can't just sleep-in the next day, when they're tired. It takes a couple days.

Anyway, here's some random stuff from our week:

One morning I realized that Herbie was trying to kick Ruby, and Ruby was calmly and kindly saying over and over, "Don't kick me Herbie. Kick a soccer ball."

I was very impressed that she was able to keep her cool under fire. Unfortunately Herbie wanted to kick Ruby more than he wanted to kick a soccer ball, so I offered a pillow option.

Ruby ran for a pillow. Herbie kicked that around for a few minutes, and Ruby ran free.

In an unrelated incident, Ruby cried and cried when I told Herbie he could wear her lederhosen to church today.

little boy lederhosen instagram
Moses is crawling confidently all around the house. As soon as he's released, he likes to head for his bedroom, the back room or under the kitchen table (where, unfortunately, he usually finds a few delicious morsels). He also will make a beeline for any ball or book within easy reach.

Moses has been going #2 in the potty for me a few times a week, thanks to his more solid diet.

baby boy crawling instagram
Friday night Woo sprained his back swinging Ruby around. Despite the pain he was living the high life for a good 24 hours.

I lifted each kid up for him to hug and kiss, made a comfy nest of pillows on the floor, eased him into it, saw him comfortably set up with his laptop, fetched him a drink and a couple of other things...

The next morning he lounged on the couch reading The Economist. When we went out, Ruby put his shoes on for him. I had to replace our new license plates on the car, buckle each child in, help him into the passenger's seat (he was able to close the door himself), etc., etc.

While he was watching me put the license plates on, he said, "I kind of like hurting my back!"

Tuesday night I went to a baby shower.

Baby showers, in general, are pretty painful, but this one was especially painful. Mostly because the entertainment consisted of unsolicited labor stories and advice.

Labor and delivery is actually one of my favorite topics of discussion, but only under a very specific set of circumstances, and this was not it.

I felt that the focus should have been on the mom-to-be, her plans, her family, the new baby, etc. I made a couple of attempts to change the flow of the conversation, but they were too weak to compete with the mom-with-the-unnecessary-c-section and the mom-who-can't-mention-her-kids-without-also-mentioning-that-she-had-them-all-naturally (which I also find obnoxious).

Anyway, next time I go to a baby shower, I'll have to go in with a better game plan---maybe names. Names are a hot topic.

10.05.2008

October!

Monday I went to one of those fancy, organic, grocery stores just to look around.

I rolled my eyes at yoga workout tapes, and new age and world music on sale. I scoffed at courses on the history of Buddhism, walked through rows and rows of supplements, and started to get the feeling that I'd rather be out of the store than in it.

For some reason a plastic grocery bag that said, "I used to be a bottle" under a recycle symbol was the last straw, and I headed straight for the door.

As I was walking out the door I thought, "Wait a second... I just ordered a yoga relaxation game for my kids... I use a couple of supplements I could only get in a place like this... We recycle almost everything... I do lots of other crazy, hippie things... shouldn't I love this place?"

But I didn't. I don't know what that means.

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Woo chased a frisbee out into the road this week at Ultimate, and Ruby sternly let him have it.
Dad, don't go in the street!
I don't like that AT ALL!
The cars are going to get you, Dad!
I'm glad we have her to keep us in line.

Actually, I have asked Ruby to let me know when I'm doing something I don't want to be doing (like yelling), and she's been very good at helping me be better.

Moses is moving forward (finally!) a couple of feet at a time. He's not super confident about it yet (because about half the time his head meets the ground before his hand does), but he has also decided that he's pleased with his ability to go from his back to a sitting position.

Moses is definitely going to keep our floors free from debris as soon as he gets going. He especially seems to love paper.

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Herbie thinks that I go to the cemetery twice a week (seminary), and one of his favorite words is "actually" as in: "Actually, this is MY mom, Ruby! No! This is my mom, ACTUALLY!"

Herbie got himself all ready for work this afternoon, by zipping his "ePod" (a shoe lace) partially into his backpack, sticking the ends into his ears, and climbing on his bike.

Weekends seem to be best for ooTunes. It sells well on Saturday and Sunday. 4 or 5 radio stations have contacted Woo about making their station available to all their listeners on the iPhone. He's been thinking about it. He'd have to write something totally different, but is thinking that this might be a better market. Woo helped with two moves this week. He got a free dinner at Cracker Barrel after one (which he later regretted, it's never as good as we imagine it will be). He wasn't too happy about the one this morning, mostly because he didn't really think that the ox was in the mire, and because he is not feeling well.