Tuesday, February 28, 2006
My husband was a saint this morning. First, he didn't go to work. He took both the kids downstairs and let me sleep in until ten thirty. Then he took a ladder out on a three foot deck two floors up in the airand stuffed steel wool into the squirrel's entry hole.
PS. I was out in the yard on the way to the library and noticed that the squirrel has a large hole in the side of the house through which he comes into our bedroom wall. It is two stories up, really three considering the walk out basement level. This will require professional help.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Two teeth, six points. Smell the delicious sweet potato breath. The little man ate three meals today, apples and oatmeal, peas, and sweet potatoes and rice cereal.
Why does my thumb look like I've been working down in the mine, all bent, bruised, and hangnailed?
He loved me taking this picture. He thought he was finally going to get to suck on my camera.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Sunday, February 05, 2006
I've been wrestling with the washing machine since day 2. My brother told me to go to Home Depot and act like a woman, but I didn't. Now I've been to Home depot twice and the Heavener hardware with the nice old men. I thought I'd attained nirvana when I finally got the discharge hose somewhat permanently in the sideways drain, and I did a big, hot, bleachy load of whites...all over the laundry room floor. It is clean now, the floor that is. I lost a lot of the skin off my knuckles to this washing machine.
I called my brother before I even pulled the whole mess away from the wall. I was afraid I'd electrocute myself standing in the bleach pool of a laundry room. Who invents a laundry room without a drain? This brother of mine preached to me his three commandments of plumbing, and this is about as religious as he gets. One. The cold is on the right. Two. The hot is on the left. Three. Shit flows downhill.
That really didn't help. I was wondering why every drop of water I put in the washer poured out onto the floor. When I heaved the discharge hose and the bits of my knuckle into the drain, I pulled the hose off of the washing machine at the bottom.