So I haven't been so good at keeping the blog updated. It happens to the best of us. So I will try to just give a quick update of everyone. Michael started a new job right after Christmas. He works at St. Luke's hospital in Boise. He mainly sets up the chairs, tables, and audio/visual equipment for their conferences and classes. He is really enjoying it. The kids will tell anyone who listens that Papa works at the hospital. Besides Michael loving his job now (this hasn't happened for the last three years) there are many other nice benefits. We all now have good health, dental, life and vision insurance. St. Luke's is also only about four blocks from our house so we are saving tons of money on gas, as Michael now just bikes or walks to work. I don't really care much for the shift he works, 3:15pm-10:30pm, but that is the only major drawback so far.
Ethan and I are both taking a dance class through Fort Boise. Ethan is in a dance class called Jumps, Wiggles, and Giggles. I offered him other classes but he really wanted a dance class. This last week he was the only boy among a sea of little girls clad in ballet slippers and pink tutus. I figure he's either going to be gay or a player. It could go either way. He loves his class and keeps track of the days so he knows when it is time for another one. I would take pictures and post but it is hard to take pictures there. But I will try. They will be good pictures to show his date to prom. I'm taking a belly dancing class. It is a lot of fun except that we dance facing a wall full of mirrors. I could have lived without watching my tush jiggle like that.
Libby is just doing what she always does; trying to be like her older brother. I am going to have to see if I can find a class for her because she keeps asking when her class is. She is also jealous that her brother has school books and she doesn't. Yet something else I told her I would try to rectify.
Well I think that is all for now. I will try to get some more pictures up soon.
January 29, 2008
January 13, 2008
January 9, 2008
Date Night
January 8th, 2008
12:00 Fed kids lunch. Libby had two helpings of "shake". They love when I make them a shake, which is basically plain yogurt, a scoop of peanut butter, squirt of honey, a banana, and a couple handfuls of spinach. Libby always gorges on these and I let her as it is the only way I can get veggies into her little body.
5:00 Michael gets home from work. He changes his clothes and grabs some school books he sold on ebay and needs to get in the mail.
5:30 Ran to grocery store to buy packing envelopes.
5:45 Sat in post office parking lot to finish taping mailing labels on envelopes. Hear a weird noise from the backseat. Michael says "Did she just throw up?" "Nope." I say. Then another noise from backseat. "Yep, she did!" I say. I ran around the car to grab her out of the car seat and see what can be done. Ethan is freaking out because there is throw up in the car. He is screaming and crying and totally losing it. Libby is sitting there looking mildly concerned. I grab her out and let her stand the the snowy parking lot, on full display of those dropping off packages. The shake from lunch is everywhere. Bright green puke that smells like soured milk is almost more than I could stand. Her coat, shirt, pants, and car seat are covered. Ethan is still freaking out, Libby is still just mildly concerned. We stripped her down in the snowy parking lot while the people dropping off packages where probably speed-dialing social services. I went behind the car to strip off the t-shirt I was wearing under my sweater so Libby could have something to wear. While Michael dresses her I try to wipe out the car seat with her already filthy and vomit-laden clothes and a pair of work gloves I found in the car. Being the good parents we are, we take the kids to my mothers anyway and go on our date. Everyone is happy and well now. The car smells horrible and my mom has a new stain on her carpet, but life goes on.
12:00 Fed kids lunch. Libby had two helpings of "shake". They love when I make them a shake, which is basically plain yogurt, a scoop of peanut butter, squirt of honey, a banana, and a couple handfuls of spinach. Libby always gorges on these and I let her as it is the only way I can get veggies into her little body.
5:00 Michael gets home from work. He changes his clothes and grabs some school books he sold on ebay and needs to get in the mail.
5:30 Ran to grocery store to buy packing envelopes.
5:45 Sat in post office parking lot to finish taping mailing labels on envelopes. Hear a weird noise from the backseat. Michael says "Did she just throw up?" "Nope." I say. Then another noise from backseat. "Yep, she did!" I say. I ran around the car to grab her out of the car seat and see what can be done. Ethan is freaking out because there is throw up in the car. He is screaming and crying and totally losing it. Libby is sitting there looking mildly concerned. I grab her out and let her stand the the snowy parking lot, on full display of those dropping off packages. The shake from lunch is everywhere. Bright green puke that smells like soured milk is almost more than I could stand. Her coat, shirt, pants, and car seat are covered. Ethan is still freaking out, Libby is still just mildly concerned. We stripped her down in the snowy parking lot while the people dropping off packages where probably speed-dialing social services. I went behind the car to strip off the t-shirt I was wearing under my sweater so Libby could have something to wear. While Michael dresses her I try to wipe out the car seat with her already filthy and vomit-laden clothes and a pair of work gloves I found in the car. Being the good parents we are, we take the kids to my mothers anyway and go on our date. Everyone is happy and well now. The car smells horrible and my mom has a new stain on her carpet, but life goes on.
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