Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Puppy Play


One of the puppies favorite games is to try to get to each other underneath the legs of the computer chair.  Never mind that they can get to each other easily by standing up and stepping over the base.  Or walking around the base.  They like the idea that this is somehow a challenge.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

New TV

Our TV has been slowly dying.  It's an old TV, one of those giant old monsters they don't even make any more.  The picture has gotten so blurry we can't even read the words on the TV guide channel.  We've know for a while that we needed a new set but we've been putting it off because TV's are expensive and it's not a "need", it's a "want".

After Christmas, Kerry and I saw a fantastic deal on a TV.  I love after Christmas sales when stores are trying to sell everything they can and you can get a really good bargain.

We trotted down to Best Buy where they had an awesome flat screen TV for $180 less than the regular price (boom!) and had a long talk with a salesman about how to hook up this TV to our cable box, Wii, DVD player, and some other thing with buttons that lets us switch from TV to Wii to DVD player.  He assured us that it was extremely simple to hook up.

I've always been the one to hook up new equipment in our family.  I'm an instruction reader and fairly intuitive about how to connect things together.  Kerry has always somewhat lacked the desire to read instructions and tries to tell intuitively how things are put together.  (Ask me about every set of shelves in our house sometime.)  When we were fist married, Kerry got so attached to a gaming system we had, I just refused to connect it back up to the TV after a move and he never played it again.  Marriage saved.

But....as technology has moved on through the years and we've added more and more things that have to be wired to the TV, even I get confused trying to figure out what plugs into where, and how this is attached to that.  Even when I read the instructions I get extremely frustrated because you need different types of cords and some are included and some aren't.  With this new TV, we had to buy two new cords that we did not already possess and I was internally groaning at the thought of unhooking the four thousand cords that already connect everything and trying to replace some of them with these new fancified cords while keeping some of the old ones but attaching them in different places to different boxes.

The salesman assured us several times that it would all be extremely easy to connect.

On the way home with our new purchases I was bemoaning the upcoming saga of trying to connect everything together.  Kerry reminded me that the salesman had said it was simple but then remarked that he probably greatly overestimated our ability.

"I'm not worried though," Kerry reassured me, "I'm 100% sure I can open the box."

Friday, December 26, 2014

Christmas Eve

This Christmas Eve, the girls and I decided to volunteer in the church nursery for the 2:30 service, then we would meet up with the menfolk and attend the 4:00 service.

When we arrived at the church for our volunteer time, Emily was sent to the baby room, while Katie and I were assigned the two to four year olds.

We only had four children in our room.  One four-year old girl and three two-year olds.  We had all of them sit at a table and gave them all a snack and a drink.  In the falsely cheerful voice that I use when talking to a group of very young kids who have just been forcibly separated from their parents I announced, "Wow!  We have four big kids in here!"

The four-year old girl looked at me steadily and said, "No.  You have one big kid in here and that's me."  She pointed at herself, then continued on, pointing at the other three, "They're little."

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A short time later, one of the two-year olds was running across the room, fell, and busted his lip wide open.

Head wounds bleed a lot.

At first I couldn't tell if he'd busted his lip, bitten his tongue, or knocked out a tooth.  Blood was just bubbling out of him and he was screaming and fighting us.  I had Katie run to grab paper towels, then she had to grab more when those were soaked through, then she had to grab more when those were soaked through, then she had to grab more when those were soaked through.  We went through around five large wads of paper towels.  While running back and forth to get the paper towels for me, Katie knocked over one of the two-year old girls, so then she had a crying child on her hip while trying to help me and the childcare director who had dashed in upon hearing the chaos.

We finally got the bleeding slowed and someone took him off to find his mom.

I looked down at myself to find both of my arms smeared with blood all the way to the elbows.  Blood was in between each of my fingers on both hands and blood was on the front of my nice blouse.  I started scrubbing like I was prepping for surgery.

One of the directors came in with cleaning wipes to clean the blood off the floor, counters, tables, and sink.  I pulled one of the wipes out and started vigorously wiping the front of my blue blouse hoping to get enough blood out so it wouldn't be noticeable during the next service.

The director noticed me wiping my shirt and informed me, "Those are Clorox wipes."

Great.

I don't think God wants me to work in the church nursery any more.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Puppy Pictures

Because I know you need it.





Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Sliding Door

We were heading into the mall and Emily very exuberantly ran up to the sliding doors in order to be the one who makes them magically slide open (because she's still four years old when it comes to sliding doors - heaven help us if we come to a revolving door).

She was expecting them to part in the middle, but instead it slid to the left.

And she smacked right into the door.

Good thing she's so smart (I have proof - 32).  Can you imagine the trouble she'd get into if she was dumb??

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Nicknames

Katie randomly asked me today if the name "Libby" is short for something.

"Well, my college roommate's name was Libi, " I told her, "and it was short for Elizabeth."

"Ms. Mary's daughter is called Libby, but it's short for Liberty," Katie remembered.

"People can make a nickname from anything," I said.

"Yeah," Katie said, "Like the way Emily calls me Butt-Munch.  You can shorten any name to a nickname."

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Ringo Welcomes Leo and Gus!

We were so excited to get home from our Thanksgiving trip and get Ringo out of jail.

We had boarded him at a new kennel as all the other kennels we've used had filled up.  We warned the kennel man that Ringo had recently lost his brother and this would be the first time he had been in a kennel by himself, ever.  Ringo has a whooping cough style of bark that can really get under your skin.  I've taken him to groomers before who called to tell me that Ringo "is really letting us know he wants to go home."  I was afraid the kennel man would just turn him loose after the first day of listening to him sound his distress over being left there.

When we went to pick him up, the kennel man told us that Ringo didn't bark.  He also didn't eat for his first two days there.  Then he finally gave Ringo a can of food instead of the dry food we had left for him and then Ringo was his best friend.  

The girls went with us to pick him up.  We had barely unloaded all the luggage from the car when we turned around and headed out to get our big baby.  We put the puppies in a laundry basket to keep them corralled and left them home so that Ringo could have our undivided attention.

After our joyful reunion, we were anxious to see what he would think of the new additions.  I ran inside ahead of him so I could film his surprise and excitement.   


I guess he was underwhelmed.