Yep

So - here we are on Sunday night. How has your weekend been? The kids are in bed and here I sit upstairs on my computer while Erk watching football.

We had a showing on our house already! Yep, last Friday. But we haven't heard anything yet (even feedback) and to be honest, I'm not sure anyone was even here! There were no real signs of anyone being here (Erk's dad came to plow just as we were about to pull in the driveway so I couldn't see tire marks) and no business card or anything was left by the realtor. So, who knows!? Maybe we'll hear something, perhaps not. I can't figure our first lookers want it, right!?

Now Molly is crying. I think she is just playin' me right now. One of her "babies" doesn't have a shirt on. "Bebe need a shirt Momma!" Well, I'm thinkin' baby will sleep without one tonight!

I got Photoshop yesterday! I've been wanting to get it for a while. Shawna and I plan to learn it to teach and help our customers who scrapbook with it. But whew - talk about overwhelming! Maybe I should take a class... Off I go - better check on the fake cryer!

For Sale!

Come on, Jack! Smile for the camera! :)

Sa-weeeeeeeeeeet! Our house is for sale! Our house is for sale! The realtor came today to snap pix and said "so, you ready to do this!?" I assumed he meant take the pictures (since I cancelled yesterday and moved it to today) but he said "I'll put the sign in your yard?" Umm, OK! We were gonna do it next week, so what's a few days early. How exciting!

Now we'll just sit and wait and see what happens. Third time is the charm, right!? The other 2 times we've tried to sell were by owner, so we'll see the kind of exposure this gets. Kent (the realtor) called not 5 minutes after he left and I thought, "CRAP, already we have a showing!" but nahh, he just forgot to leave the key box :)

Future Boy + Girl band?

Jack put Molly's new two-two on his head and played his new harmonica :)

I just spent 49 minutes on the phone with Amahd who didn't speak my language very well, and I didn't speak his either! I found myself shaking my head in disbelief at how I am supposed to understand anything!??!

But on a brighter note, here are some pix from our great "Christmas Eve" do over with Granny and Grampa this weekend. Glad Dad is feeling better!

This Morning

The boys are back to school today. And my little angel… playing so quietly while I am on the phone with our internet provider for 20 minutes before the dude (with a strong accent) hangs up on me. Did I mention I was behind the “tower” of our computer so it was a tad frustrating to be at that point and have him hang up on me? So I call back – another 15 minutes with some other dude only to find the trouble is with our wireless router so now I get to call another place and deal with being on hold and someone from another country. Ohh but during this? Mol was pure gold.

Talked to Dad for a bit this morning about the weekend… Mol? Playing ever so quietly and cute. Talking to her babies and listening to music. Then as Dad and I were going to say goodbye, she is talking of “my poopy” and I see a diaper in her hands. That my friend’s is when things took a turn for the worst…

The diaper was full of poop, Molly clothes were still in tack (overalls) and can you imagine what was still in her clothes? So I scold her and grab her half heartedly (not wanting to share in the poop myself) and run upstairs. All the while telling her that “Mommy do it! Not Molly… Mommy change your diapers!”

We get to her room and find poop all smeared up her belly, on her buns and legs. Strip her naked and in the shower she goes. All the while, I get to hear “poopy dower, poopy bobbie, poopy ackies, poopy cup and more poopy dower” (translation – poopy shower, poopy Barbie (yep, the Ken that’s been in the shower met his end today). My shirt sleeve is soaked from trying to wipe the shit off (let’s just be honest and call it what is was, ok!?) while she is in the shower. The floor is soaked from having the shower curtain open while rubbing off all the crap. There is crap on the floor, crap wet splatters on the walls and crap going down the drain. Let’s just hope the day returns to how it was before the shit hit the fan (almost literally)!

11

A lot has happened in the last 11 years... since that snowy January 2nd that Erk and I were married. Here we are -

1 dog later.
2 houses later.
3 kids later.
4 recliners later.
5 visits to the ER later.
6 hairstyles later.
7 cars later.
8 pair of glasses later.
9 pair of winter boots later.
10 pounds (maybe a few more) later.
11 years later...