Going Insane (Almost)

I'm surprised someone hasn't slipped one of the above on me this week because it feels like I am heading there. You've probably noticed I haven't been blogging much. Believe me, I have lots I want to say, just no chance to do it.

See, I've developed this 20 pound growth that is only removable during nap and bedtime. Said adorable growth thinks he needs to be attached to me at all times in order to be happy, unless it is during a brief period when he likes to climb all over the couch and do all sorts of death defying couch dives. Babies and colds don't mix. I feel like I've slowly been going insane because I have had little peace, even when I need to use the bathroom. It's amazing. I hope my poor little guy feels better soon so that we can both be happy.

But to add to the fun of my week, I woke up this morning to find our master bathroom wet thanks to a leaking toilet tank. It even got into our closet rug and the carpet downstairs in the toy room. Thankfully it was tank water and not actual used toilet water. Ugh. Just one more thing to keep us on our toes! (sob)

Thank goodness Halloween is tomorrow and we are all excited to go out and have fun. That's what is keeping me going! Trick-or-treat!

Go Phils!

I am not a fan of baseball. As a kid, I remember my dad watching it on tv and it seemed like time had stood still during those games because they would NEVER end. I agree with homer Simpson that baseball is boring to watch unless drunk. (Though I admit I've never watched baseball drunk.) It is not an exciting sport.

That being said, I think it is very cool that the Phillies have a chance at winning the World Series. The last time I remember the Phils being good was back in the days of Mike Schmidt. (But then again, that was when I knew his name thanks to my dad and I haven't followed them on my own.) There must be something in the water back there, which is nasty to the taste, but I still have great pride in the City of Brotherly love. I may not always agree with the politics there, but it has great people, culture, and food. At times I really miss being able to drive down town for a visit. Or hearing that sweet Philly accent.

So even though I haven't lived back east in over ten years and I can't stand baseball, I am cheering for the Phillies because they are a part of the place I love. (And maybe because I used to have a crush on Schmidt.) Go Phillies!

10 Months Old!!!!

It is finished

Two years ago in April we bought our house and thought we were getting a back yard with it. But actually we had a yard full of weeds, a little grass, and lots of over grown bushes and such that had been torn up by the dog of the previous owner. Like simple folk, we tried to add a few sprinklers to the poorly positioned ones that already existed and reseed grass. Ha! How our yard laughed at our efforts and mocked us by growing more weeds at an alarming rate. "You will not win!" it said!

Well, after much frustration, this spring Marshall took a shovel to the yard and started to tear it all up. But then summer came and so the work ceased and we were left with dirt. Yeah! Then in August Marshall and his amazing brother hit our yard with a vengeance. His parents helped to till up the evil yard and weeds (who's winning now?!) to get it ready to dig new sprinkler lines. Then Marshall and his brother worked hard to dig new trenches and put in a whole new sprinkler system. We all thought it would never end.

But then one day not too long ago, it was declared finished. So the process of filling trenches and smoothing the yard began. Then on Friday, that glorious day of the week, our sod arrived. We spent last night, with lots of help, laying all our sod. Now, after all this drama and work, we have a yard where the kids can play. (Take that weeds of doom!) It looks fantastic and I am giddy with joy! Hee hee! Thanks to everyone who helped!

Our yard when we first bought the house. No, don't be fooled by the green. It's mostly weeds my friends. Evil evil weeds that never would die!

What our yard has looked like since April. Dirt. Lots of it. This is actually a picture of Marshall and his brother finishing up filling the trenches and tilling one final time.

The finished project. Isn't it wonderful?