Not sure if this will be a permanent move or not, so don't update your address books or bloglines just yet.
At the moment, you can find dreaming in {digital} by clicking here: di{d}. I moved all of my old posts over there, but they are still available here, for now.
7.29.2006
7.14.2006
Ick
I've been spoiled these last six years.
Growing up, we didn't have central air. I remember nights of being unable to sleep and coming out to the living room to sleep, because we did, at least, have one monster of a window unit in there. When I moved out in 99, we still didn't have central air, but we did have an a/c in the bedroom. When we moved in 01, we had central air in our apartment. So nice. Cool, no matter where you were.
Then, we moved back into the house where I grew up. Still no central air. No shower, either. They are on our list of things to do around here. So that is why I'm up at 230 in the morning. It's freaking hot in the bedroom and I can't sleep on the couch because two of my boys are there already (smart kids, I tell ya).
We got a new camera a couple days ago. I'm so happy! This one is much better than our last one. It's not a digital SLR, like I really want, but for now- I'm happy with it.
For being so tired, and I'm actually in a pretty good mood. I ordered a pair of purple Crocs over the weekend- those should be here sometime in the next few days, Cody's scooter is en route to Chicago and we'll most likely have it this weekend, and he's well on his way to earning a snorkel like his cousin has, which means- he's picking up after himself. And I have a new designer sample in the TDC boutique:
So- stop by, check it out, and if you are so inclined- maybe buy one (or both) of the two new kits that were also released today, by me. :D
Dylan is a very interesting child. I laugh at him- sometimes, he's just hilarious. When he had his birthday back in May, he insisted that he was 2. He didn't want to be 4, he wanted to be 2. No amount of correcting helped- he was 2, and there was no changing that. Until today.
Enter Cody, who believes that it is the job of every older brother to torment the younger ones. Today, he was tormenting Dylan because Dylan is only 4, and 6 is better than 4. I had to sit down and talk to Dylan and explain why 4 is better than any other age.
4 is better than any other age because- you only need one hand to tell people how old you are. Cody, the resident six year old, needs two hands. Four year olds can pedal bikes. Four year olds use the potty. Four year olds get to go to car shows with Grandpa. Four year olds get to drive the Power Wheels. And four is a very good age because Dylan is FOUR.
He ran with it. He is no longer 2- he's now FOUR. I'm so happy. I no longer have to correct him when someone asks how old he is!
Of course, now that I've written that, he'll revert back to being 2 permanently. Some day, this will be a funny and embarassing story for me to tell his future wife and kids. Some day.
And with that- I think that I'm going to try to go back to sleep. I'll point the fan directly at me and see how that works.
Growing up, we didn't have central air. I remember nights of being unable to sleep and coming out to the living room to sleep, because we did, at least, have one monster of a window unit in there. When I moved out in 99, we still didn't have central air, but we did have an a/c in the bedroom. When we moved in 01, we had central air in our apartment. So nice. Cool, no matter where you were.
Then, we moved back into the house where I grew up. Still no central air. No shower, either. They are on our list of things to do around here. So that is why I'm up at 230 in the morning. It's freaking hot in the bedroom and I can't sleep on the couch because two of my boys are there already (smart kids, I tell ya).
We got a new camera a couple days ago. I'm so happy! This one is much better than our last one. It's not a digital SLR, like I really want, but for now- I'm happy with it.
For being so tired, and I'm actually in a pretty good mood. I ordered a pair of purple Crocs over the weekend- those should be here sometime in the next few days, Cody's scooter is en route to Chicago and we'll most likely have it this weekend, and he's well on his way to earning a snorkel like his cousin has, which means- he's picking up after himself. And I have a new designer sample in the TDC boutique:
So- stop by, check it out, and if you are so inclined- maybe buy one (or both) of the two new kits that were also released today, by me. :DDylan is a very interesting child. I laugh at him- sometimes, he's just hilarious. When he had his birthday back in May, he insisted that he was 2. He didn't want to be 4, he wanted to be 2. No amount of correcting helped- he was 2, and there was no changing that. Until today.
Enter Cody, who believes that it is the job of every older brother to torment the younger ones. Today, he was tormenting Dylan because Dylan is only 4, and 6 is better than 4. I had to sit down and talk to Dylan and explain why 4 is better than any other age.
4 is better than any other age because- you only need one hand to tell people how old you are. Cody, the resident six year old, needs two hands. Four year olds can pedal bikes. Four year olds use the potty. Four year olds get to go to car shows with Grandpa. Four year olds get to drive the Power Wheels. And four is a very good age because Dylan is FOUR.
He ran with it. He is no longer 2- he's now FOUR. I'm so happy. I no longer have to correct him when someone asks how old he is!
Of course, now that I've written that, he'll revert back to being 2 permanently. Some day, this will be a funny and embarassing story for me to tell his future wife and kids. Some day.
And with that- I think that I'm going to try to go back to sleep. I'll point the fan directly at me and see how that works.
7.08.2006
My Lessons For The Week
First up- I finally got around to starting the photo blog. Yay me! It took my three days, but I finally found my memory stick (on the laundry room floor, of all places). Lesson learned: If your camera has no internal memory and therefore will not work without a memory stick, do not leave the camera within reach of your kids. Or just buy a camera with an internal memory.
Let's back up a few days. We had fun on Tuesday. We ate a lot, and we played a lot. We took the boys to see the fireworks that night. Dylan and Cody spent more time playing on the school's playground equipment than they did watching the fireworks, but that's ok. Evan, on the other hand, is terrified of fireworks. TERRIFIED. He spent the entire show with his head pressed up against my boob and his hands covering his ears. He didn't cry, but he refused to sit anywhere that wasn't Mommy's Lap. Lesson learned: Don't wear a white shirt around kids who are terrified of fireworks and who also have chocolate on their hands. Also- chocolate is a bitch to get out of white shirts.
On Wednesday, I fell. Hard. I slipped on a wet floor and landed on a tote. My back hurt, all day long. I had a hard time sleeping, because it hurt every time that I rolled over onto my right side. I woke up Thursday morning with a huge bruise on my right side from it. When I woke up Friday morning, that bruise was a dark red, almost black. It's still a dark red, and I keep telling myself that it's getting lighter. I think it's wishful thinking, though. Lesson learned: Crocs have no traction whatsoever on wet floors.
Yesterday, the cable guy came to replace our DVR. Yay! Now we are able to record two shows at once! And create series recordings! No more having to double check how long Lost is on, and miss the last five minutes of the show because I goofed! Lesson learned: The cable guy will make you wait all day long just to spite you, and they still won't have everything that you asked for ready. I think that they get a kick out of this...
This morning: After waiting all day for the cable guy to show up yesterday, I figured that it would be afternoon before he showed up with our new cable modem today. Yeah- it was 9am when he knocked on our door. NINE in the MORNING. Luckily, I was dressed, and I had just gotten the kids dressed. The desk hadn't been cleaned off, so it was still a mess from last night. Lesson learned: It costs $100 for the cable guy to come in, unhook your old modem, and hook up your new modem. Can we say RIP OFF? We could have done this ourselves!
Let's back up a few days. We had fun on Tuesday. We ate a lot, and we played a lot. We took the boys to see the fireworks that night. Dylan and Cody spent more time playing on the school's playground equipment than they did watching the fireworks, but that's ok. Evan, on the other hand, is terrified of fireworks. TERRIFIED. He spent the entire show with his head pressed up against my boob and his hands covering his ears. He didn't cry, but he refused to sit anywhere that wasn't Mommy's Lap. Lesson learned: Don't wear a white shirt around kids who are terrified of fireworks and who also have chocolate on their hands. Also- chocolate is a bitch to get out of white shirts.
On Wednesday, I fell. Hard. I slipped on a wet floor and landed on a tote. My back hurt, all day long. I had a hard time sleeping, because it hurt every time that I rolled over onto my right side. I woke up Thursday morning with a huge bruise on my right side from it. When I woke up Friday morning, that bruise was a dark red, almost black. It's still a dark red, and I keep telling myself that it's getting lighter. I think it's wishful thinking, though. Lesson learned: Crocs have no traction whatsoever on wet floors.
Yesterday, the cable guy came to replace our DVR. Yay! Now we are able to record two shows at once! And create series recordings! No more having to double check how long Lost is on, and miss the last five minutes of the show because I goofed! Lesson learned: The cable guy will make you wait all day long just to spite you, and they still won't have everything that you asked for ready. I think that they get a kick out of this...
This morning: After waiting all day for the cable guy to show up yesterday, I figured that it would be afternoon before he showed up with our new cable modem today. Yeah- it was 9am when he knocked on our door. NINE in the MORNING. Luckily, I was dressed, and I had just gotten the kids dressed. The desk hadn't been cleaned off, so it was still a mess from last night. Lesson learned: It costs $100 for the cable guy to come in, unhook your old modem, and hook up your new modem. Can we say RIP OFF? We could have done this ourselves!
7.04.2006
Travels In A Small Town
I'm starting something new today- a photo blog. I'm attempting two things with this. Number one- to get in the habit of taking my camera everywhere and Number Two- to see how I like Wordpress. I may decide to move this blog over there, but for now- I'll just test drive it.
No pictures yet (I still need to take some today, lol), but the camera has brand new batteries and is already in my purse, ready to go. But you can check the blog out, if you want: Travels In A Small Town.
Ugh. It's going to be a LONG day. Seriously- LOOOOOOOONG. I'm looking forward to it, mostly because the boys have been up since 630 this morning and they've been WHINING and ARGUING the entire time.
Come on dryer, hurry up. I want to get these kids out of the house before they drive me insane...
No pictures yet (I still need to take some today, lol), but the camera has brand new batteries and is already in my purse, ready to go. But you can check the blog out, if you want: Travels In A Small Town.
Ugh. It's going to be a LONG day. Seriously- LOOOOOOOONG. I'm looking forward to it, mostly because the boys have been up since 630 this morning and they've been WHINING and ARGUING the entire time.
Come on dryer, hurry up. I want to get these kids out of the house before they drive me insane...
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