Hardships On The Job
Humor me for a minute. Let's say you are a librarian and you're busy shelving books and a naked person walks up to you and begins chattering and bouncing around. You'd freak out, right? Or pretend you're a waitress and you approach your assigned table and all the customers are naked. You'd have a hard time concentrating, wouldn't you? Or perhaps you are a Target cashier and someone decided to sit on the checkout conveyor belt without a stitch of clothing. I'm guessing you'd run away as fast as you could.

Most days I enjoy my job of stay-at-home mom. But here's what I get when I try to put clean sheets on the bed. Where is the compensation?

He wanted to know if the president's hair felt like his. It does.

Do you know how much this means to my children?

The Best And Worst Of Colorado

On Saturday, David and I decided to take the kids to the Sand Dunes National Park here in Colorado. Even though it's a big drive from our house, it is so worth it. The Sand Dunes are exactly that: sand dunes. They lie in a valley where the wind has, over time, blown hills of sand up against the mountains. The best part of the year, though, is when the snow melt from the nearby ranges runs through the dunes and creates a Colorado beach. The water flows directly over the hot sand, making the water temp. feel like a bath. Also, the water flows in currents so you get the wave effect, but it is never deeper than your shins, so it's impossible to drown. All in all, it is a family paradise and very worth the drive. Here are some photos...

Building a dam. I heard my kids say the word "dam" way too many times that afternoon.

Lily's personal spa treatment.

My view from the beach chair. Love it.

Mountains and water and sand. Gorgeous..

The day was warm, even though we had a few clouds block the sun from time to time.

"Aaaaaaayyy!"

David enjoying a moment of relaxation while watching the kids run.

Now, to cap off our perfect afternoon, we drove about 15 minutes to the horrible tourist trap called Colorado Gators. It began in the 1970s as a Tilapia fish farm, and they bought an alligator to eat the dead fish. Someone, after a late night drinking too much beer, decided to turn the place into an alligator farm, so they acquired more and more gators. They also added turtles, snakes, various reptiles, emus, and donkeys. It defies logic, I know, but that's what it is. However, it is horribly obvious that they have not spent one nickel on maintenance or safety. I think whenever they have an extra $50 lying around they buy another snake. The place is falling apart and is a hodge-podge of corrugated steel buildings with alligators walking around. Needless to say, the kids LOVED it and had their moment of glory each holding a small crocodile (or was it an alligator? who knows!) The fact that the property backed up against a dump and tire heap completely escaped their notice. Ahhh, to look at the world through a child's eyes. Sigh.

A lovely family photo in front of a rusted out tank for snapping turtles. Too bad Carver was taking the picture because I look at this and it just screams "Christmas Card" at me!

Zinabu standing in front of one of the many gator pools. Can you see the rickety gate being held closed by a couple strands of wire? Lots of gators in the background, and though it's hard to see, there is an alligator right behind the gate.

Possibly Carver's favorite moment of his entire life! Guess who was scared out of his sneakers? I'll give you a hint: His name starts with "Da" and ends in "vid."

Only the best for this place. High tech signs at every turn, telling us where to go.

This sucker was huge. You could buy buckets of "gator food" to throw at it, too. You know, I've always found that throwing things at dangerous animals is a good thing.

David looking at me. You can't see the despair in his eyes because of his sunglasses, but it was there. Multiple "gators" on the other side of the fence. Discarded tire pile to our right. I wish I could make this picture a scratch and sniff so you could get the full effect.

Lots of big turtles walking around. They must be able to defend themselves well because they were on their own.

We pulled into our driveway at 10 pm and collapsed.

BREAKING NEWS!!!!

I just convinced Lily that if the dog is a girl we should name it Elizabeth!!!!!

Frozen!

I am in the in-between these days and I am about to tear my hair out. I've packed just about all I can pack and we're living as minimalists. But I can't really pack anything else because we need it. Also, once my mom's house is mostly ready for us to move to, I can bring things over in the back of our van bit by bit--I don't actually have to pack the rest. Every time I go to my mom's it feels as if nothing has been done, although I know that's not true. The workers spent several hours over the last few days staining doors and trim. Whoop-de-doo. But they have to get the trim in before they can lay the carpet, and they have to lay the carpet before we can start moving. So there's a lot of waiting around for the pieces to fall into place. I am also falling out of love with our current house. Knowing we won't be here any longer, I can fully appreciate all the issues it has. Each quirk drives me nutty and grates on my nerves. I walk through the rooms and feel the weight of how much I need to do to get out of this place. Multiply that by the multiple rooms I walk through and you can tell I'm like a homeless wanderer in my own home. All this "not getting things done" came to a head today and I went at my eyebrows rather aggressively. So although my life feels disorganized and in shambles, my eyebrows look fabulous! Good thing too, as I have a feeling I'll be with my kids in the ER tonight given their current activities: light saber duels and climbing on the ladder (see it in the background?) to look at the baby birds in a nest by our gutter. The odds are in my favor that someone will require stitches, so it's a good day for well-groomed eyebrows.

The last day of school was Friday, and Carver and Lily had a great day with their friends and teachers. Part of me hates the last day of school because it means my children are getting older and moving up to the next grade. Why do they grow so fast??? Memorial weekend for us was spent inside, as Colorado is having some unusual rainy weather. Lots of rain and cool temperatures. Since that rarely happens here we don't know what to do with ourselves! The buyers for our house have scheduled their inspection for Friday at noon. If that goes well, I think I can start breathing easier and continue packing. David still has loads of commitments for work and school, but at least his summer schedule will be easier than--well, easier than what it has been.

*51 days until Harry Potter opens in theaters.

Food For Thought

Read this.

lucky, indeed!

Funny how I was joking about the lucky shirt, but something went right yesterday. The couple that loved our house after seeing 9 others put in an offer late yesterday. It's a decent offer, especially given the market right now. We shall accept and if all goes well we can close on June 30. Perfect, perfect, perfect! Oddly enough we have another showing this morning at 9:30, which we will keep just in case. And I'll clean the house, I really will. But I don't feel the need to be obsessive-compulsive about it. What a great feeling. Extra bonus: Lily got herself some new shorts so she doesn't have to wear sweatpants to school today.

lucky!

I'm wearing my favorite shirt today. I'm feeling lucky--which is ridiculous because I don't believe in luck. Today I need to find shorts for Lily. It's 87 degrees today and the child is wearing sweat pants because she's outgrown all her shorts and I couldn't bear to send her to school wearing something that rides up her bum. I also need to pick out light fixtures (prepare to be overwhelmed, Cathy), bathroom cabinets, mirrors, and towel bars. So instead of saving the world and eliminating hunger, I will be picking out towel bars.

Update on the buyers: divorced dad said no. Gee, you'd think in this day and age when parents are more and more permissive he would have just bought the house because the kids wanted it. But he was a dad with a backbone, which restores my faith in humanity. The other potential buyers, it turns out, looked at 9 houses on Sunday and ours was their favorite. Can you imagine looking at 9 houses in one day? I am exhausted just thinking about it. They are scheduled to look at more on Wednesday and Saturday. I can only hope they get so sick and tired of driving around and walking through strange homes they say, "Let's just buy the house we liked the most--the one where the mom has the lucky shirt."

*this photo has absolutely nothing to do with my post, but I just love it! many thanks to anne who turned me on to the White House photos on flickr.

Still Hoping...

for the house to sell, that is. It has been on the market for 17 days (as of today) which is really not very long. It just feels long to me. I am so ready to move I can barely contain it. The kids are ready too. I hope to meet with the contractor today to talk about getting the new flooring/carpeting in and the walls painted in the kids bedrooms a.s.a.p. As soon as that's completed, we can start moving our things over. Living here (in our current house) is fine but our hearts are really at my mom's and waiting is no longer exciting. It's just plain grueling.

We had three showings yesterday. One I don't know anything about yet but our realtor will give us an update today. The second showing was great, but our house was the very first house they had looked at and they have to sell their own house before they buy anything. So unless we want to wait for them to make an offer in December, we'll keep plugging along. The third showing had the most potential. A recently divorced man who has been renting but is now ready to buy. He has custody of his kids on the weekends, so he brought his kids along and according to early reports the kids loved it! If the children could have made an offer, they would have. The dad was concerned though about fitting his king-sized bed up the stairs and finding the right wall for his gigantic plasma tv and shelves. But his kids were literally begging. It was sunny and warm yesterday, and because we live across the street from a large park, they were salivating at the thought of "all this someday being theirs."

So pray for Divorced Dad #1 to want to do whatever his children want. And pray he'll just figure out he can buy a smaller bed and new furniture if he wants.

Boarding School Is Suddenly An Option

This photo was taken after I had cleaned the house for HOURS before a showing. I went outside and found these two dunderheads up to their necks in wet, gloppy sand. Z actually had it in his mouth. I wound up throwing some of their clothes away--it was that bad. And don't be fooled. They were positively filthy. Their brown skin makes it hard to see all the grime, but it was there. Trust me. It was there.

A Teaser...

Before...

Before...

Halfway there...

Cutie pie.

The kitchen is about 75% done, and I couldn't resist showing a few pics. We (meaning not me but our contractor) have a few more cabinets to install, hook up the water and hot water tap, add hardware and other bits and pieces. But hopefully by Monday it will be in working condition and within another week completely finished. It is looking fine, in my opinion. I picked out a gigantic sink. It's so huge you could put 3 Thanksgiving turkeys in it to thaw. It would actually be the perfect sink to bathe a baby in, which makes me think about having another baby.

Um. Excuse my while I go laugh hysterically in the corner.

(wiping eyes) All right. I'm back. I can't believe I just said that. What the heck is wrong with me?

Today was interesting. It was Zinabu's last day of preschool and because he could not wrap his head around the fact that it wasn't Friday, he asked me 2.5 million times what day it was. My beloved mother offered to watch him this afternoon so I could hit Home Depot and look at paint colors, bathroom sinks, kitchen cabinet hardware, and a new microwave. Turns out I am a home improvement slut--I'm easy. Very easy. The appliance man looked startled when he told me about the microwave he said is a good choice and I said, "Sold!" No dilly-dallying here, no ma'am. I grabbed 300 paint swatches, 297 of them being greyish tanish neutralish. Lily wants her room to be turquoise, and I am considering some orange for the boys' rooms. How do you settle on the right shade of orange?

Then, since I had a few extra minutes I stopped off at the mall to buy some birthday gifts. I can't remember the last time I was at a mall, by myself, in the middle of the day, no less. It was just me and several high schoolers playing hooky. I winked at them conspiratorially, but they sneered back. I guess they don't like old ladies like me making eye contact with them when they're trying to be rebellious. Grabbing the bull by the horns--that's what living dangerously is when your kids aren't with you, right?--I had a chocolate milkshake for lunch. Yum. I even got to browse through the bookstore, where the Twilight books were assaulting me from every corner and Robert Pattinson's face glowered at me. It's hard for me to remember LBT (Life Before Twilight). I scanned some decorating books to look for orange rooms, but that must be so 1970 because I couldn't find any. However, I heard a Jackson Five song that made me smile. Gets me every time.

Anyone have suggestions about the many shades of orange?

Mother's Day


Guess what I got for Mother's Day? Sand in every orifice of my kids' bodies. They buried Lily, then they buried Carver, and because he couldn't resist...they buried Zinabu.

I also got the sweetest hand-written notes from them, which completely made up for the sand. Zinabu wrote: Thank you for making me good food!
Lily wrote: Thank you for helping me make muffins. I love you.
Carver wrote: Thank you for loving us. I know it is hard sometimes but you do it anyway.

I said to Carver, "Oh honey, it's not hard to love you!"
Carver said, "I know it's not hard to love me. It must be hard to love Lily and Zinabu."

Humble, isn't he?

The Dog Update

People (and you know who you are) keep giving me digs on Facebook about getting a dog for Lily. They send me photos and ideas and dog breed suggestions. The latest helpful advice was sent by Lauren (who really should know better!)

Go HERE to see what she exposed me to. Photos of a young girl getting a dog for her birthday. You can see she's totally shocked and overwhelmed with joy and starts crying with elation.

It kind of makes what we gave Lily for her birthday a little less... um... sweet. No dog, but a dog toy. The ball thrower.

At this point in our negotiations with Lily, I have pretty much given up on being able to name the dog Mr. Darcy--though I WILL call it that when Lily is not around. She has picked the name Arucho. What??? But I am still working on her to skip the puppy phase and get a Lab that is a year or two old. I understand the desire for a puppy, but I just don't want to live through that. So my plan is to wait until there is a good selection of Labs at the Humane Society and when the time is right, just take Lily there. I know for a fact she will not be able to leave the place without a dog, and the thought of a puppy will go right out the window.

Mwwaaahhahahahaha!

Sorry. Bad parenting moment, there.

Update

The quickest way to write this post would be, "It's crazy around here." But where's the fun in that?

Here's the long version. You know when someone gets an organ transplant and they have to take loads of medicine and they're monitored closely in case their body "rejects" said organ? Well, I think my body is rejecting life right now. It's acting in odd ways. I pulled a clump of hair out of my head in the shower this morning, I have heartburn that my doctor told me "requires a prescription" (ominous, isn't it?), my appetite has not been seen since sometime last week, and I do things like forget to put on deodorant, so I am socially-repulsive by 4 pm.

There are 11 school days left in the school year, and then I somehow have to keep our house clean every waking moment. We've had some big issues with one of our kiddos lately, and I am starting to feel like I don't think I can parent anymore. Taking care of my kids has been a breeze compared to the roads we're going to embark on in the next few years. There's a big, bad, yucky world out there and I don't like it one bit. How do I navigate that? I mean, I used to worry about my kids not out-growing their new shoes too soon, and lately I've begun worrying about bullying, Internet porn, drugs, and shoplifting. Let's just say I'm not sleeping very well at night.

How do other parents do this?

David, bless his heart, gets the husband of the year award. I call him at random times throughout the day and leave him cryptic messages like, "Honey, I am really concerned about Lily being a perfectionist. What if she can't ever let herself make a mistake? What if she develops an eating disorder?" or some other such nonsense. He probably dreams of slipping me some Benadryl to mildly sedate me. And to think I actually want to add a 4th child to our family!

We had a lot of interest in the house the first 3 days it's been on the market. One couple seemed sure to put in an offer, but the husband felt that there wouldn't be enough storage here. Huh? What does he have, a yacht collection? Oops, there went another clump of hair. I best quit while I'm ahead.
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Surgeon General's Warning: For a good laugh, go HERE.

Put A Little Chicken Dance In Your Weekend

To say I'm exhausted would be putting it mildly. Keeping the house spotless is hard. Uber hard. There have been some not-so-pretty moments when I chased after the kids with cleaning wipes. We survived both open houses where we could not be home from 2 to 5 on Sat. and Sun. Saturday we were hosting Lily's birthday party at the roller skating rink. Sunday I wandered around town aimlessly with the kids. We got some playground time in and hit the library. Carver feels especially offended that we have to leave our house when strangers want to come look at it. He takes it personally. It would be amazing if we could find a buyer in the next few weeks because I'm not sure how long I can live like this.

Here's a video of part of the birthday fun. 10 points if you can find the Ethiopian on skates.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILY!

For Sale and Blue Poop


I'll get to the blue poop, 'cause I know that caught your eye. It's crunch time here on the home front! The For Sale sign is in, we are having open houses on Saturday AND Sunday (anyone want a displaced family from 2 to 5 this weekend?), and the marathon will begin, in a matter of speaking, on Friday. Whew! Finally. That's how I feel... finally! Now all we need is a buyer.


I have not found my brain yet. It is so far gone it's not even funny. Did you know that Baskin Robbins is having 31 cent scoops on Wednesday the 29th? They sure are. And did you also know that I thought today was Wednesday? Yep! I sure did. So we went to Baskin Robbins and drove the poor teenage boy behind the counter bonkers as it took us about 200 taste samples before my kids could decide. Well, the moment of horror occurred when he rang us up at the register and instead of the $1.50 I was expecting to pay it was $10. CRAP! Tomorrow is Wednesday.


Zinabu picked Pop Rock ice cream, which is a hideous neon green and purple. We have had experience with this particular flavor before. Lily tried it back in 2007. Two days after she ate it her poop was bright blue. She called me to the bathroom and I took one look at it and almost called 9-1-1. All I could figure was that we had radon in our basement or she had come in contact with a nuclear reactor. At some point I put two and two together and remembered the ice cream. I warned Zianbu that this could happen to him, and you'd have thought I told him Christmas was coming early. That kid has thrill issues.

Missing: One Brain

Last used sometime on Friday. If found, please return to Cathy.

I am surprised at and wary of how fast my kids are growing. I mean, yesterday they were babies with ear infections and tomorrow they'll be leaving for college. Ack! Before long, I will be losing my all-encompassing influence over their lives and they'll begin testing the waters of life, making bigger and bigger decisions, and probably making some mistakes. I can't help but wonder if I shouldn't have an arsenal of weapons to "help" them make better choices. For example, if they break curfew or get caught skipping class, I feel I need to have some consequences in place to ensure they won't be tempted to repeat the infraction. So far, here's what I've come up with:

I could start my own club to bring back the "jumpsuit" and have regular meetings at our home.


How about wearing an "I love David Hasselhoff" t-shirt every day for a week?


Even better, I dress up in full Southern Belle regalia to pick them up at school.


I could threaten them with a mural for the family van.


Stand across the street from where they're hanging out with friends and tell all their cute baby stories with a bull horn.


This is fetching...


I would only use this as a last resort, but I never say never.

adoption
adoption
adoption

Despite how insanely crazy our lives are right now, I've got a bee in my bonnet to adopt again. There are a chunk of adoptive moms that I know who are also facing this constant tug of the heart. The eternal "let's adopt just one more" mind game. The desperate longing to give a home to a child who needs one and to grow our family in an exciting way. Once you go through the adoption process--which is no picnic, I can tell you--but are rewarded for all your waiting and gnashing of teeth with the most amazing child, well... you find it hard to say "We're done." My heart is yearning for a 10 year old boy. I know David and I--and Carver and Lily and Zinabu--would make a great family for a boy of that age. I know there are thousands of boys that age waiting for a home, here in the U.S. and also Ethiopia. But I think we really are done. And that makes this so much harder.

Next week Zinabu will have been with us for 2 years. Hooray! He has grown and changed and thrived in ways I never could have imagined. Not even in my wildest dreams. And he's still that nutty, happy kid that walked off the airplane and into my heart.

I hate being done.

Earth Day

I guess for Earth Day I'll be cooking up lots of hamburgers. Lily was given the assignment to draw a picture of something that can be recycled. She wrote:

I can use a cow for cheeseburgers.

10 years since Columbine.

Uncle Jim, Aunt M, C, K, and K. I love you.

Tell me you've seen this by now. I have so much I could say, but it speaks for itself.

This article sums it up perfectly! Please read the whole thing.

I admit, I bawled like a baby when I watched her.

Allergies and Snow!

This is what is happening outside. It is supposed to snow for the next 24 hours.


This is what my family is doing. They pushed back all the furniture and are having a jump rope contest.

This is what I am doing--reading Harry Potter. Enough said.

Grumpy!

I have never had spring allergies before. I can only assume the universe is trying to punish me because I am suffering big time! This morning, David said to me, "What's wrong with your eyes?" They're puffy and red and watery and on fire. I can' t breathe through my poor nose, and you really don't want to be near me when I do my one hundred sneezes per day. Allergy medicine has not helped at all. What is up?

We are T-minus 15 days until the house goes on the market. I have only one more room to paint, and then some odds and ends to tidy up. Next Thursday, though, the photographer comes to take the house photos--so I really need to have everything ready spot-on in 7 days. That's a good thing. I'm ready. Let's just get this done!

David took yesterday off from work so we could do a day's worth of yard work--and it really paid off. Things are greening up around here, and we have an amazing back yard that could really help sell the house.

The other night David took the kids on a hike. We are 1 mile from an open space with lots of hiking and mountain biking trails. When we move to my mom's house, the open space will be in our back yard. But one of our favorite family activities is to go pick a trail and hike for an hour. The kids always have fun. I mean always. David took this photo at mid-hike:


Our bathroom is finished and other than the fact that it is a very boring khaki color, the tiles look amazing. It was not a cheap process, but it was fast and has that "instant" improvement feel. Now I get to spend the next month screaming, "Don't touch the tiles."

True Confessions: We Have A Pink Bathroom

Our house was built in 1958--when bubble-gum pink and powder blue were all the rage in bathroom tiles. (Apparently no one slept in a Queen-sized bed, either, because we cannot get a box spring up our stairs... but I digress.) When we moved to Colorado, it was at the height of a seller's real estate market. There was so much competition for houses, especially in the neighborhood we wanted to live in, which was 2 blocks from the school where David was teaching. When we found out that the owners of this house were looking to sell, we pounced. It really didn't matter what the inside looked like: we wanted it!

It has been a great house, but, alas, the upstairs bathroom is very pink. Can you also see how small it it? All 5 of us share it. I, personally, think we deserve some kind of medal for that. Feel free to nominate me. The first few years we lived here, we invested our money in other house projects, and the pink bathroom stayed. We got used to it. It's quirkiness grew on us. Indeed, it became fun. It's also the place Carver and Lily were potty trained. It's the place I quickly learned that a certain un-circumcised Ethiopian should NOT stand to pee. It was the place to be for the Great Food Poisoning Epidemic of '02 and '07. It was a great place to stick the kids on a bad day--filling up the tub with bubbles and toys and letting them have at it. And it was the one room our realtor said, "Welllllllll......" (insert dramatic pause.)

Today there is a company coming that sprays an acrylic coating over tiles like ours and makes them look brand new and less appalling. Good bye, my pink friend. You've been good to us.

happy easter!

Dear Gifted and Talented Teacher:

Thank you so much for your note about my child. Of course we are excited that they did well on all your assessments and are now qualified as "gifted" and "talented." Forgive me, though, if I don't jump up and down and fawn all over my child as so many parents do when they receive news like this. You see, we have another child at home who has a learning disability. For them, school is a daily struggle... a mountain climb, if you will. We've been working with them all year to make school a place of excitement and joy, rather than something to fear.

I have one child who does really well on tests and standardized assessments. They know the answers and are blessed with the right amount of logic to get through tasks quickly. Learning comes easily to them and they have never known the "how do I do this?" feeling.

I have another child who cannot for the life of them remember how to spell "what" or "flavor" or "special." They work twice, sometimes three times as hard on their homework and schoolwork to get good grades. They struggle through assignments that take other kids 5 minutes. They get up every day and do it again, with a smile on their face because deep down, they have moxie, courage, and determination.

So you tell me. Who is the talented one?

If/Then

If you used your own money to buy a dog collar and leash but don't own a dog yet,

Then you pretend you're the dog.

This, That, and Everything

Call the furnace guy: check
Call the bathroom repair guy: check
Make doctor appts. for me and Zinabu: check
Made dentist appt.: check
Pick out new sink: check
Pick out plumbing fixtures: check
Pick out back splash tile: check
Pick out new floor for Lily's room: check
Call Dell customer service about glitch in laptop: check
Wait around all morning for furnace guy to come: check
Fix computer: check
Look over paperwork from realtor: check

Pick out carpet: not yet
Paint office: not yet
Reseal grout in bathroom: not yet
Clean windows: not even close
Yard work: as soon as it quits snowing
Get my physical on Thurs: can't wait
Have filling replaced at dentist on Friday: ooooooh, lovely
Kindergarten registration paperwork: what????
Take Carver to appointment this afternoon: can't forget
Clean carpets: someday
Registration for summer day camps before they fill up: in my dreams

And that's just today. So it's a good thing that there are only 100 days until the next Harry Potter movie comes out. I have something to look forward to after days like this.

Zinabu with David at the guest house. This was the first day Z spent the night with David and I remember they called me on the phone and Z was laughing like a hyena: he was pretty hyped up. That's David's AMAZING sister in the background--my beloved sister-in-law Diana. Zinabu really liked the feature on the video camera where he could see himself in the screen. He also had a whopper of a runny nose, which we now know was the beginning sign of the mumps. Ahhhhh, memories!

*Zinabu is saying "Ababa"--which is Dad in Amharic.

In honor of Zinabu's 2 year "arrivalversary" I've been viewing video clips from David's trip to Ethiopia. I confess that it is very, very difficult for me to do. It makes me bawl like a baby every time. For different reasons... like the fact that Zinabu was still very much an Ethiopian and by coming to America he left so much behind. He spoke a different language, and he no longer remembers or cares much about Amharic. I also cry that he endured a lot of upheval and pain and loss for such a small guy. But look at that sweet face. He was so small... where has the time gone? I'll try to add more over the next few weeks. It is such an honor to have these glimpses of him on his native soil.

Today

Today our realtor is coming over at 4:00 to walk through the house and discuss listing price and our schedule for the next 3 weeks before the house goes on the market. Our "realtor" is a real realtor, but she's also my friend Sue. David had wanted to interview several realtors and pick one, but I told him that because I would be the one who had the most contact with the person selling our house, I wanted it to be someone I like. A lot! And I like Sue. She has 2 young boys who go to school with Carver and Lily. She's funny and sweet and she's very, very cool. She wears high heels all the time. How could she not be cool?

At my mom's house, the renovation is moving along great. There are 3 main projects: new kitchen, 2 new bedrooms in the unfinished part of the basement, and tearing off a sunroom and building an office/guest room in its place. All the other projects are smaller in scale and are more cosmetic. Well, the boys' bedrooms are framed in! We love to go down to the basement and stand in their rooms and imagine what they will look like when finished. The sunroom was demolished yesterday. It is completely gone. They will lay the new foundation today or Monday, and they can start building after that. And the kitchen--well, it's going to be worked on in about 10 days. The cabinets are going to be delivered next week. I picked the counter tops. Tomorrow I just need to pick a sink and decide on a back splash so it can all come together. I took some "before" pictures and I can't wait to post them with the "after" photos.

The kids are doing well. We've been virus free for 10 days. Wooo hooo! Please, please, please let that be the last of it. I can hardly believe it, but it is time to start planning summer activities. Our area offers a wide variety of day camps and I need to sign the kids up for something to do. Since we really aren't going on a vacation this summer, I want the kids to have some fun memories. I found out that our zoo offers multiple day camps, and Lily is enthralled. She said to me, "I hope that they can shoot the lions with darts and make them fall asleep, and then I can go in and lay down with them and pet them." I don't think that's going to happen, but I love her grandiose dreams.

So a little more painting, a little more packing, a lot of cleaning, and we're going to get this house ready to sell!

These are not my children.


These are my children.