Ah, the logic of a four year old

Last night the dinner dishes never got washed because Thursday is my night to leave the kids with Evan while I go grocery shopping. And since I left right after dinner and Evan had his hands full bathing the kids, putting them down for the night, then doing paperwork and phone calls, they just didn't get done. (Plus, we have no dishwasher. Yes, please feel sorry for me.)

This morning we had waffles for breakfast, which further added to the mess. Several unexpected things came into the day, and kids seem to have this thing against Mommy being at the sink for more than two minutes before they have a need. So I was never able to put more than a small dent in them by dinnertime. (Dear Evan did them all singlehandedly before and after dinner, though, bless his wonderful little heart. And Lindsay pitched in too, bless her dear little heart as well!)

However, the direction I'm trying to go with this story is regarding something Jed said. As I was starting to work on a strawberry rhubarb pie, I griped very loudly, "I think every dish in the house is dirty right now!" Jed overheard me, and his very logical response was, "That's okay. You can just wash them." Just wait till you're old enough to wash the dishes, pal. Then you'll understand.

Better than tin cans and an old shoe

This afternoon Chloe, Tucker, and I left Jed with Uncle Derrick while we took a meal to a family in our church who just had a baby. Partway home I began noticing a strange hissing sound that I couldn't place. As I drove into our driveway, Evan, who'd just gotten home, was jumping on the trampoline with Jed. He started laughing when he saw me drive in. Mystified, I got out and he asked, "What did you bring home with you?!" I looked behind my car, and there to our great amusement was about 40 feet of landscape netting, followed by about 20 feet of string! On my way home I had pulled over to the side of the road to talk on my cell phone in a rare undead spot. On the shoulder some road workers had recently laid down some kind of netting to help grass grow on the side of the road--or at least that's what I assume it was for (WAS being the operative word here). As I pulled out, somehow it got stuck on my axle and followed me for about 7 miles. If there was anybody behind me on my home they must have been vastly amused. Evan and I laughed our heads off. The transportation department of Bedford won't be so amused when they see what some careless driver did to their well-laid work!

A good check-up

Chloe had her two-year checkup today and all is well! I find it very interesting that she fits right around the 50th percentile for height and weight. Jed is in the 95th for both, and Tucker is--get this--75th for weight and below 5th for weight! My doctor says not to be concerned about him. He's just tall and thin. So does this mean Jed will always be a big boy, Chloe will be average, and Tucker will be a tall drink of water (to use one of my grandma's favorite phrases)? I guess time will tell!

The clouds are looking ominous and I'm hearing rumblings outside. Looks like we're in for a ripsnorter of a thunderstorm. Better run. Sitting at the computer in the middle of a storm makes me nervous.

Catching Up

Hmm, apparently I did something wrong back in March when I created a blogspot. Tonight I finally gathered the energy and inspiration to add a post, when to my chagrin I found I couldn't even access my blog. Maybe one of you could figure out what I did wrong, but I figured I'd at least created another one.

Several of you have told me it's high time I post an update. So, here we are. Let's see, in my last post I told you all about Chloe's first day potty training. It's gotten better, though there are still times when it just plain drives me crazy. Like the time I was in the shower and Jed hollered through the door that Chloe was stinky and needed to go potty. I told him to let her in, and found upon her entry that she was indeed stinky but had taken off her stinky diaper and, well, I'll leave the rest to your imagination. So, I had to stop my shower and give her a quick bath, all the while soaking wet and wrapped in a towel myself. Mommy was not a happy camper. When will I learn to roll with the punches of motherhood?

Lindsay's cat had kittens last Tuesday. Only Evan forgot to tell me. Which isn't a big deal except that it came back to bite him. On Friday Evan took Jed with him up to the church to mow the cemetery lawn. While there Jed had to use the bathroom, so they trotted across the street to Lindsay's apartment to avail themselves of her facilities. Jed saw The Cuteness's new kitties, much to his delight. Later that afternoon he told me about them, and I, not having heard anything about them before, assumed they'd just been born that day. So I excitedly called Lindsay to inform her that her cat had just had kittens and thought she might like to know ahead of time! Well, a few hours later she called, but Evan answered. It was so funny hearing him try to recover himself from that one. :-)

I think most of you have heard by now, but in case you haven't, we're moving into the big white parsonage at the top of Chestnut Hill Rd. It's more than twice as big as this house! We can hardly wait. Lord willing, the move will happen by the end of July. We have loved this little house so much, but it's bursting at the seams and we've outgrown it. There'll be so much room to spread out in the new house.