See? You used to love chores!

Finnigan is obsessed with the vacuum cleaner. Whenever I vacuum one of two things happens:  he either follows me around watching or he runs and gets his little toy lawn mover and helps me “vacuum”. So today I rigged him up his own vacuum cleaner using the detachable tube from mine and the seldom used furniture attachment. Oh.my.gosh! This kid was nuts. He did not stop at all, all day long, the few times I had to make him stop, there were tears. Normally, we love to go for car rides, not today, he was busy vacuuming. When it was naptime and he grabbed his soft (blankie) and reached for me to go “niy-niy”, the vacuum cleaner was still in his other hand. Dada caused some tears at dinner time when he had to pry the vacuum cleaner from Finny’s hands at the dinner table. When I announced it was bathtime he headed straight for the bathroom, vacuum cleaner in tow. Bedtime ended in a few tears because Mama took the vacuum cleaner away, but the tears stopped quickly. Apparently vacuuming all day is very tiring work. He was out like a light. My friend told me to save these pictures for proof down the road that Finnigan did in fact enjoy his chores.

Super Cheese!

"Oh mom, what do you mean this won't go in the bathtub?"

Our new indoor swimming pool (a.k.a. our basement)

Happy Birthday Honey! Yesterday was my husband’s birthday…and how did he spend his birthday? In the basement which was flooded from all the rain we were having, and the water was still gushing in along the center seam of our concrete floor. Poor guy. I had gone down to our semi-furnished basement (office, sewing area, computers, small den, oy) to get some checks out of the filing cabinet and was greeted with an 1″ of standing water. For a fleeting second I almost considered not telling Travis and letting him get on with a normal birthday, but then I looked over at his work bench with all his tools…

I ended up calling my father-in-law who came over and the two men worked downstairs all morning, only stopping for a quick coffee break and a change of dry clothes. Meanwhile, life went on upstairs, Finny was running around like a  madman and Mommy was busy making a devil’s food cake with peanut butter icing and chocolate butter cream icing for Daddy’s birthday cake.

Mom and Dad Carey’s gift for Travis arrived just in the nick of time to brighten my poor water logged hubby’s day. Later in the afternoon he was busy playing his new Wii Sports Resort game to great applause from the wee man. We finished off the evening with dinner at one of my hubby’s favorite restaurants with his parents and cake at our house. Shortly after we bathed Finny, puttered around in the basement a bit more, showered, and crashed. Phew! Travis told me he hoped my birthday wasn’t this “exciting”. Me too!

Happy Birthday Travis!

Oh and yes, that very tall, skinny, and beautiful teenager standing to the right is Elizabeth. I can hardly believe it myself. Oh and the toddler there, yep, Finny, can’t believe that one either. The fat pregnant lady is me of course. ;o) That handsome good looking man holding the birthday cake is the birthday boy.

Mmmmm, cake.

A hormonal pregnancy day

Today is one of those days. One of those days where I just feel completely off and can’t put my finger on why. I feel tired, restless, I feel like I could cry at the drop of a hat. Ah pregnancyhormones, you do make life interesting. I am just not me today, and I really wish that I was as I have a lot I’d like to get done. Bleargh.

Hi there!

Not really sure where to start as it’s been so long. Nothing’s really changed and nothing exciting has happened. Still pregnant, still enjoying being the mom of a little boy and a teenage girl. We were all sick before, during, and after Christmas. The creeping crud has really been hard to kick.

Anywho, Finnigan is getting ridiculously big…and as soon as I find the card reader I will prove it to you. He’s a very busy little boy and keeps me busy and tired as well. We finally got the living room unChristmassed and life is returning to normal. Aaaah, that’s better. I can concentrate on more important things now…like knitting. Travis bought me a pair of Signature Arts Needles for Christmas. Wowsa, I feel like I’m knitting with a pair of Ferrari’s. Oh, and as an aside, I asked for the middy point and I’m glad I did, I can’t imagine the stilleto. The middy is very pointy. I’ll bet the stilleto would be great for lace though.

In 20 years I expect to receive…

a bill from a psychologist.

Mom, it rides up in the back!

 

He had just taken his bath and was running around naked with his grocery cart. I said all he needed was a Walmart bag and he could be on People of Walmart.com.  A Walmart bag just happened to appear. He was much happier naked so the bag stayed on long enough for three pictures.