Good bye!!

It's sad to say goodbye to these lovely examples of what happens when decorators in the 50's smoke crack (well, they didn't have crack then, but they certainly had some sort of hallucinogenic drug). I still can't imagine that anyone could EVER (even in the 80's) think that the black, pink and white bathroom looked good. With navy carpet. In a BATHROOM. Craziness.




Something like this will be much better, no?

My house

Right now my house literally looks like a bomb went off. In addition to "yard sale central" living and dining room, I've completely cleared our masterbedroom, two bathrooms and a walk-in closet, in preparation for our remodel. ALL of that stuff is piled in our newly renovated office, which will now be out of commission for a few more months. Now, let's do some math. We have 4 bathrooms and three are completely out of commission, so that leaves one functional bathroom in our house. And it's tiny. And there's no storage in there but for a small medicine cabinet. And I am a total product whore, so bathroom storage is a serious issue. And we're sleeping in the guest bedroom in a QUEEN BED. I know it doesn't sound all that bad, but when you're used to sleeping in a king sized bed with a body pillow buffer from your husband's bony elbows, snoring and blanket stealing, we may as well be sleeping on top of each other in a twin. And not the "on top of each other" that's fun, either. We're married, remember? However, in a few months we will be finished all of our (indoor) renovation projects AND all of my closets will be neat, clean and organized. Maybe I'll even have a Christmas housewarming party!! Until then, pray for me.

Still eating my words . . .

Dressing Hughie this morning was a lot like (you know what's coming, it's my favorite phrase) stapling jello to a tree. Or herding cats. Kicking, screaming, crying, you name it. He does, however, love putting his shoes on. As soon as he's dressed he stops crying, grabs his shoes and hands them to me saying, "shoos?"

Perhaps his behavior is what my dad has described as "binkie withdrawal." This weekend when my parents were watching Hugh they locked the keys in the van along with Hughie's binkie. The same binkie that he carries around two at a time in case he would, perchance, drop one - he's got back up. The binkie that's pretty much been in his mouth non-stop since his birth. So, he went to bed without a binkie and SURVIVED. We immediately jumped at the opportunity to have the binkie fairy come and take it away forever. Night # 2 wasn't as easy as the first, so we had to call the binkie fairy and ask that she return said binkie. She did, but on the condition that Hughie ONLY use it at nap and bedtime. So, here we are. Binkie-withdrawal. It's going to be rough, but he'll be better for it in the long run.

Eating My Words

My recent comment that "boys are easy" was met with this:

You are so in for it!!! I have been trying to warn you but will you listen? No! I am prepared to laugh my pants off in another 5 months. (I know Kara will join me.) Oh, I look forward to that day. heeheehee (my evil laugh)

Thanks Beth! I'm already eating my words. Hughie's newest favorite word? "NO!!" Actually, it's "NO! NO! NO!" together with a shove. All of a sudden he's all about shoving Georgia (or me) out of his way to get to whatever. Georgia likes it because he's not all that strong (yet) and she knows he'll get in trouble for it. Sometimes she even leans in to make it easier for him to shove her. Fabulous!

Beach Pics

I'm finally getting around to posting some pics of our Wildwoon adventures with Zach, Becky, Riley and McKenna. Enjoy!

My head is going to explode . . .

Hughie, aka "Mr. Manners" is now saying "please" (pees with a hand gesture that sort of looks like the proper sign) and "thank you" (ganku). He is also obsessed with wearing shoes (shoos). And even though Georgia just came back from the beach with Mimi and Papa, she's already talking about packing for her trip to Mimi's Florida house.

Our house is in complete chaos, inside and out (you've seen the outside pics). Our dining room is "yard sale central," complete with piles of stuff everywhere. Our living room is "kids clothes central" where I am trying to organize and hang clothes for the yard sale. Our contractor is going to start on the master bath NEXT WEEK which means I have to clean out our bedroom (including furniture), two bathrooms and five closets by Monday. Someone please shoot me. And did I mention that Hughie is attracted to neat piles of clothes like a moth to a flame?

A rare, peaceful weekend

G-Ro (despite her diagnosis with strep on Thursday) went to the beach with Mimi and Papa this weekend, so it was just Hughie, Chris and Me. I've forgotten how much easier life is with one child!! Holy crap. Especially one who doesn't talk! I took Hughie to Dutch Wonderland (just the two of us) and we could get on all of the little kiddie rides. It was just so nice to not hear, "Mom, I want to go on the roller coaster, Mom, I want to go on the roller coaster, Mom, I want to go on the roller coaster, Mom, I want to go on the roller coaster" the whole day. He is so much more mellow than Georgia. Don't get me wrong, he's getting more fiesty by the day (as Georgia did around 18 months), but he's just not even in the same league. Boys are EASY!!