Wednesday, October 24, 2012

They Shore Do Clean Up Gud

My blog about our Epic Hike/Hunting trip won't be up until probably tomorrow.  Need to get the proof picture from Sean's phone- so you can see just how crazy we are.  

Instead today you get my handsome little men.  
These were taken before Church a few weeks ago. 

For the record I have tried and tried and tried to get this boy to wear a bowtie.  Wouldn't do it unless it was his idea. Go figure.  And the suspenders are sweet: they belonged to his Great Grandpa Hurst and when we were sifting among his belongings after he died everyone got to choose something to remind them of Grandpa.  Ian choose the suspenders.  Couldn't have been better.  He loves them and I love him for loving his Great Grandpa.

 My 3 stooges. Nyuck Nyuck Nyuck. 

Friday, October 5, 2012

Ventage- not Vintage

"If you are willing to make the sacrifices it will be worth it." 

That would be the answer I received when I prayed about buying our house.  About now I'm feeling like I should have asked for the term specifications on these sacrifices.  I'm worn out.  There's so much work to be done it feels like we'll never be DONE done.  At this point I can't even see the light at the end of the tunnel of done-enough-to-move-in.  I'm sick of paying for a storage unit and sick of having no idea where my things are in said storage unit.  When we packed up to move back in with my inlaws (who have been extremely gracious) I didn't bother to label much stuff because I didn't think it would be in storage long.  On the off chance that we were here when the weather changed I had the forethought to at least put all the warm clothes together.  Well- what I thought was all of them.  I got out the pile and sorted through it and there's a bunch not in there.  Like the boys' winter coats for example.  At some point it will be winter and they'll need them.  They might even need them for deer season in two weeks.  Dang.  

Rooms need to be painted, but before that can happen a lot of scrubbing and patching (and mudding in some cases) will need to happen. And before that can happen- plumbing needs to be run, floors put in, walls put in, sheet rock hung, appliances moved OUT of the boys' room (preferrably BEFORE the door gets put on because I don't know if they'll fit otherwise), spare lumber out of OUR room. Etcetera and so forth. 

Bibbity Bobbity BOO!


Didn't work.  



That one didn't work either.  

I don't know how much electrical is going to happen before we move in- though it all needs to be replaced eventually.  (Side note: sometimes it drives me BATTY how many things we have to plug in. Though I am grateful for technology sometimes I feel as though we're being overrun with cords for our cordless devices. Ya know?  Topic for another day.) Our kitchen is going to be in a sad state likely for the next two years.   

Maybe by Christmas we'll be in.  

Hopefully by summer.  

My primary job in all of this is to take care of the children.  3 boys. 1, 3, and 5.  Who get into EVERYTHING.  Charlie wants to eat everything- and I don't want him dining on the screws or dead bugs he finds lying around the house. There have been many times that I have longed to deal with power tools and numbers instead of the constant drone of "MAAaaaahm!' Because even if I TRY to help- if the kids are there and I am there they get all up in my face or are in each others faces and my MomBrain won't just let it be.  

Joy in the journey. I know. Days are long and the years are short.  Gotcha.  But right now can I just have a nap please?! 

Oddly enough I am so looking forward to General Conference this weekend.  Where I'm not preparing a lesson and shushing wee ones (thank goodness for closed captions!).  We're supposed to be making our traditional cinnamon rolls in honor of the event.  Which reminds me of what I'm *supposed* to be doing right now- getting the dough made. 

Better hop to it.  

Yes, I'd love some cheese to go with my whine. 

End rant.