Electric toothbrush, Floss and MORE GLUE!!!

Nana is very diligent about brushing her teeth after EVERY MEAL and flossing daily.

She and Silas made a deal last month that WHEN he stops sucking his thumb, she will give him the electric toothbrush that he has been hoping for as his anti-thumb-sucking-reward. Needless to say, he hasn't stopped.... YET.

Silas watched intently as Nana flossed her teeth on one of our first nights here. He paid close attention to WHERE she keeps the floss.

The boys broke into the bathroom drawer(s) yesterday and cleaned out an entire spool/box of tooth floss. They were tying each other up with it AND flossing their teeth simultaneously.

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EEEK, as I was just writing this post, I could hear them talk about following the recipe... about needing a bigger spoon for stirring... and the need for MORE GLUE! I quickly ran to the kitchen to find them stirring a giant bowl of water, cherry tomatoes, salt, pepper and LOTS of glue.

(Their mom spoils their fun!)

Previously, they had been pretending to write a recipe for something very special. They talk in teaspoons, cups and POUNDS. (So cute!)

PHOTO CREDIT: Sarah Guard, 5.31.15

A whirlwind week... or two

Unexpected job loss. Inquiry to discover WHAT'S NEXT. Waiting.... Waiting.... ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! Let's make a deal... what about an alternate location/position? Waiting.... Waiting.... Transition.

Boredom.

Frustration. Scrambling... getting the house decluttered and ready to sell...

Trying to keep it clean... while living in it... with two little boys...

Each time that they eat, I feel like I am watching Cookie Monster's mum-mum-mum with crumbs flying EVERYWHERE...

Each time that they pee, I hope they make it into the toilet and NOT onto the floor.

Trying to keep the house feeling cool... and smelling clean and fresh...

Easier to live elsewhere...

On the road... Over the river...

Home sweet home.

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UPDATE: 6.24.15 – Hubby's current career outlook is grim; he refers to his current employment as a "go nowhere, dead end job". (This breaks my heart as this was NOT what he had planned for his/our future and it bothers him terribly; especially with all of the unknown factors of our future.) The good news: he is reporting that his current job has ZERO STRESS! (Technically, he deals with next-to-nothing for customers either.... complete boredom.... TRYING to stay busy each day.) He's spending only 20 minutes longer on the road than his previous work commute (30 minutes each way vs. 20 minutes each way) so THAT isn't "that bad"; PLUS, it is mostly highway miles for his new 20 mile commute. He reported that his worth in the department was that he sold ONE APPLIANCE yesterday. (His co-worker beat him by selling a washer AND a dryer pair.) He's hoping NOT to gain weight in his current position, since he is used to doing a lot more work/walking in his former career path. He DOES look nice in tan pants; his new dress code for his department.

Remaining optimistic that things WILL work out...

The boys and I are THRILLED to be living in WI and seeing Nana every day!

If only our house would get an offer.... so we can turn the page on that chapter of our lives....

Goodbye Gargoyle(s)

Our friends - the Priest Family - admired Mike's gargoyle collection that had come with our house. Dana laughed that Mike tormented me with the gargoyle on the bonus room roof for years. They had agreed that it would be fun to mist it with white paint and to put a black light on it or to paint the eyes to glow in the dark. When we decided that we were moving, I thought it was best for Mike to deliver them to our friends. He tucked them away in discreet places on their property.

When I told Mary and Max (twins) about them, they giggled. When Dana found out, she snorted with laughter. (I love that about her!)

We set the self-timer and took a group shot of the eight of us together.

Now, whenever THEY see the gargoyles, they will think of us. And WE will have a commemorative photo to document our goodbye to the gargoyles AND to the Priest Family.

Take good care of them JB, Dana, Max and Mary!

The wait to pee...

We often find ourselves laughing at Silas and his arguments that he does NOT have to go to the bathroom. His happy feet dance steps and grabbing say otherwise, but HE has to be the one one to make the declaration WHEN he has to pee. Oftentimes, holding out for just another forty seconds more before announcing "NOW, I have to go!" and arguing that he didn't really have to go before.

This morning was NO EXCEPTION of Silas and his strong desire to wait until the last possible moment. HOWEVER, this morning I had to laugh as he pranced through Nana's kitchen, clutching his keychain, stopping at the door, pretending to pick the lock with his fake door key and prancing around in circles inside the bathroom as he fumbled with his keys again to attempt to fake lock the door.

Finally, I yelled from the kitchen "Stop with the key! Just GO!!!"

He barley stopped dancing enough to pull down his pajama pants and lift the toilet seat before his firehouse let loose.

I cringe as he stands, holding with both hands onto the toilet seat and lid, wishing he would STOP that habit and to use one of his hands to correct his aim.


*Nana has three flashlight key chains for the boys to play with. Each keychain contains one fake key, used to entice people into car dealerships to see IF they hold he key that unlocks the door of the giveaway car. (Perfect for little people and skeleton keyholes!)