SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After much of last summer and this one spent on trying, Emma has finally learned how to ride her bike!

And of course, in true Emma fashion, we will now hear about her accomplishment for the next six weeks - unless something else major and exciting happens to take her mind off of it.

She is so proud of herself. And so am I.

Getting Ready

So, we are getting the house ready to sell. At least, we hope it will sell. That is the point of this whole excursion. After a lot of discussion, we decided it was best to move. We have loved our little home here. We have put a lot of time, money, blood, sweat, tears, money, money & money into this place. I think it has been a wonderful home and we have many memories to take with us from here. However, there comes a time when the home speaks to you and says "Get the hell out of here and take your unruly brood with you!".

We've passed that time.

I mean, shouldn't someone else get the benefit of our dogs barking and kids screaming? These neighbors here, it's old news to them. They probably don't even notice their talents anymore. Their efforts to disturb the peace  are going unappreciated.

So, we have a task list up on the refrigerator. We are behind already.

Who knew that such a small and seemingly easy list of things to do would grow into a massive mountain.

It doesn't help that we added a few extra fun projects just for the heck of it. Like, hey, why not rip up the carpet in Olivia's room to refinish the hardwood floors underneath? Who could have guessed that when the carpet was put in that the highly trained, very expensive installers left the old padding down. That padding decided it would be super cool to adhere itself to the floor, making what could have been an easy project a major pain in the ass. Olivia is currently bunking in Emma's room. They think it's pretty cool. The part of me that can't stand clutter and disorder does not find it so cool.

We are hoping to list the house by the beginning of August. If it doesn't sell, I guess we're stuck here for a little longer. The market is so crappy around here. Some houses sell quick, others languish forever. Plus, we're not going to take some low-ball offer. Do we want to move? Hell yes. Are we desperate? Well, sort of, but not really. 

Crossing fingers. Toes. Anything else. At some point we have to get lucky, right :)

Less Beating, More Loving

I've decided I need to love myself. 

I can't keep beating up on little old me because I don't do the things that I think I should do. Sure, I can procrastinate with the best of them. In fact, if there were a contest, I'm pretty sure I would win - so long as I can wait until the last minute to decide if I want to enter such a contest.

Anyhow, I keep thinking of a bazillion things that need to be done around here. And yet, when I can't get all of them done within minutes of thinking about them, I feel defeated. I get mad at myself for my lack of accomplishment, rather than praising myself for what I did get done. It's that whole positive re-enforcement thing that I'm lacking right now. I'd rather tell myself I failed. I'm sure there's a couch moment in there somewhere.

The girls are still loving their summer. The 4th of July was a huge hit. Olivia slept through the fireworks at Greenfield Village - which is tragic as they were splendid. She was awake to listen to the Detroit Symphony, which she rather enjoyed. 

We have taken on the not-so-easy task of readying our home for sale. The market still sucks around here, but houses have sold. We are cautiously optimistic about being able to sell. If we don't,  we'll be disappointed, but will survive. We are looking for a change of scenery - hopefully we can get it. 

So, aside from all the painting and minor fix-its, we thought it would be a glorious idea to rip out the carpet in Olivia's room yesterday. Beautiful hardwood floors await us underneath. But of course, nothing in this house is simple. Under the carpet and padding, was another layer of padding that was kind of adhered to the floor. We spent a good chunk of time scraping all the junk off the floor. Can't say it looks great yet, but it's a start. Refinishing should only be a scant 6-12 weeks away!

recap of life

So much has been going on, again. I sometimes feel like everything is spinning out of control around me. Something eventually snaps me into reality and I try to take stock of where we are in life. In addition to the drama we have been enduring for the last few years (thanks to an un-named relative) we have recently had car drama, house drama, child drama, work drama, etc. I think drama is lurking around every corner these days. You may not recognize it at first, because it has become quite crafty at disguising itself. That's how it lures you in. It can spot a sucker a mile away. 

So, in an attempt to have some fun and escape everything for a little while, we decided to plan a fun weekend. On Saturday, we were going to meet up with my dad & mom for a little bit of time at Greenfield Village. The girls were so looking forward to hanging out with grandma & grandpa - and so was I. They are very stabilizing. 

We did a quick walk through the village - because it isn't a visit unless we hit the carousel.

And then sought refuge inside the museum for some ice cream and fun. There is a super cool exhibit there called 'Play'. Who wouldn't want to play a life-sized game of pool?

We were team 'popsicle' - comprised of the six of us and another family of three. It was a blast. Everyone should do it!

Next on our agenda was a Tiger's game. However, fate stepped in and detoured us. The second the car doors shut, the girls morphed into possessed little people. You would think they had been caged in the hot sun, with no food or water, being poked with sticks all day. A complete meltdown occurred and we decided instead of blessing everyone at the stadium with their pleasant nature (and testing what little sanity we have left) we would head home. So ended our Saturday.

Father's Day - new day. New plans. New attitudes (please!!).

Toy Story 3 was in our sights. A quick trip to the grocery store and we were off to the movies. BEST MOVIE EVER!!! I think it was the best in the series. Kids loved it. We loved it. All smiles!

Dinner at Zazio's - definitely more for us, but we were determined to have a nice dinner. The kids tried to behave, but it was a struggle. It's a good thing the dinning room wasn't too packed. And we had made a 5:30 reservation in hopes of avoiding any major issues. Wonderful food, as always. Three desserts came home with us. 

All and all, a decent weekend. A couple of rough patches, but that is to be expected. There have been so many changes going on around here lately. I'm trying to stay focused. Happy. Sane (that one's a stretch some days). But, when you see this face, how can you not be happy?

Moving Up

The last day of school was finally upon us. After months of learning, living and being stalked by a fellow classmate, Emma is officially done with first grade. She now has the summer to ponder her life as a second grader. At first she wasn't thrilled with first grade coming to an end. But this morning, as she walked to her classroom for the last time, her second grade teacher said 'Hi Emma', and she was on cloud nine. 

"She knows my name!!!"

Instant joy. Elation carried her the rest of the way and deposited her in her chair. 

 I can't believe school is finally over and she is moving on to second grade. Before I know it she'll be seven. Then she'll be driving. Lord, this life is passing me by.

Weathering the Storm

We had some major weather this weekend. Saturday night was full of wind, rain and damage. I was going to head off to bed around 11ish, but it wasn't meant to be. Right around then is when things started picking up. Jason went outside to assess the incoming weather. Because, you know, he is a trained meteorologist. With all his years of camping, twenty years ago. He is skilled in the trade.

I watched the news reports repeat the same information every couple of minutes. It was quite obvious given the red, green & yellow on the radar that something was brewing. We heard one siren. No big deal. Figured it was just for the storm. Kept watching TV. Then the satellite went out - big surprise. Enter the iPhone - best little trooper ever. Could pick up radio reports and watch the radar via The Weather Channel app. So with the times we are. 

Then, the tornado siren went off. Midnight. Girls are soundly sleeping, oblivious to all that is rumbling around. Jason, who never wants to 'take shelter', announced we were going to the basement. Yippee! I scooped up a sleeping Olivia while he wrangled Emma. Armed with children, we headed down. Dogs trooped on as well and two cats followed. We lit candles and hung out. Olivia woke up to a groggy state of contempt. Thankfully, that gave way to a little a slightly improved mood.

Emma made herself cozy and settled in - questioning if we were going to camp out downstairs. And, why weren't all of the cats down there with us? Were the dogs going to stay with us? Why were they down there and not all the cats? Why is it raining? Why are we down in the basement? I don't think she stopped asking questions.

After it seemed like the worst was over, we emerged from the basement. Tired and a little bleary eyed, we all shuffled off to bed. Upon waking in the morning, we were greeted with minor damage right around us. However, just a mile away, a church lost its roof. The elementary school's sign was obliterated. Massive trees were lifted out of the ground. Branches were scattered all around. It was amazing. We felt very lucky and thanked our lucky stars that we were spared.

What's Ahead

There have been many changes swirling around our household lately. A lot of 'family drama' has hit an all time high and has pushed us into a new realm of thinking. For quite some time now, we have been (way too) involved in some family stuff. Stuff - the best word I can come up with right now. Hey, it's 5:30 am on a freakin' Saturday morning and I am up instead of being half asleep in bed. Beggars can't be choosers. 

Anyhow, our family is making some changes. We have recognized the importance of focusing on us - just the four of us. It seems like we became lost in other people's lives and issues and forgot that the four of us are a family unit. Our choices and decisions need to reflect the best of us - the four of us. So, there is a new perspective and focus now in our home. Spending quality time together. Not involving drama created by others, cause Lord knows we can certainly create our own. I mean  come on, Em + Liv = more drama than any adult can dream of.

Here's to a new outlook. Fresh perspective. Change. Happiness. Drama-free living (as best we can). And most of all, good times together.

Absent

I had this whole post about the past weekend just about ready to go. Then, I had to leave to drop the girls off at school and Jason off at work - still functioning as a one car family. Not as much fun as I thought it might be. But, it's almost over and I am grateful for our friend Jimmy who is bringing the 'blue car' back to life.

Anyhow, when I returned from my chauffeuring duties, I sat back down to finish the post and I just froze. I was stuck and couldn't move forward with it. Whatever direction I may have been heading with my post was lost. Forever stuck in some limbo state. Never to be remembered. I was mad. I thought it was going to be so good. Well spoken. Aptly described. Dotted with pictures. 

Not going to happen. It sits in my drafts, lonely and half-done. And there it will sit, collecting dust until someday when maybe I will remember how I was going to finish it so that it satisfied my loose yet harsh standards. 

This is what happens when I get distracted. My brain runs amuck and nothing is safe. Even something as simple as laying out the past weekends adventures. Maybe this weekend will be better for me. Three days off. A volunteer plant sale (more on that later). And some much needed time with the girls and Jason. Let's see how it goes. 

(one picture from the weekend - outside the nifty Cable Car restaurant we dined at)

Movie Night

I declared pizza and movie night Friday. Jason had to work late so it was just the girls and I. Much to their disappointment, I might add. Well, that quickly flew out the window as soon as I suggested going to the video store (yes, they still exist!) and picking out some entertainment. Scooping up some pizza was icing on the cake! 

We cruised the kids movies and settled on three suitable, never before watched flicks. I then proceeded to look for some movies more to my liking and I hit pay dirt. It's been a while since I have actually gone to look for a movie to watch. I just kept grabbing the cases off of the shelves. I managed to stop myself once I reached 'H' and realized that I already had five and was reaching for another. 

How sad, I thought. It's really been a while since I've watched a movie. The last movie I actually went to the theater to watch was The Princess and the Frog - great kids movie, but come on, that's kinda sad.

Anyhow, great success! Bath's were given without much complaining. Perhaps it's because I dangled another movie like a carrot in front of them. Well, I suppose the promise of cookies and milk probably helped too.

(Eating on the living room floor. They love it.)

Washed Away

I feel like we live in Seattle right now. Freakin' rain has been ridiculous lately. If I hadn't butch-cut the back yard, much to Jason's dismay, it would look like a jungle right now. The grass and plants are so green right now that even on a gloomy MI afternoon, it was bright outside.

We have had to bail the pond out several times now. Poor fish were seeing their lives flash before their eyes. Over and over again. 

Even the puppies didn't want to go outside this morning. And they'll go out no matter what. Rain. Snow. Sleet. Freezing. Hotter than a frying pan. They aren't picky. Except for this morning. I guess if I were faced with the prospect of getting drenched and blown over while I was trying to pee I might think about it too.

Weather should be turning around. It better. I am tired of the doom and gloom MI spring. 

Slow news day - posting about the weather...oh well. 

Re-Birth

There comes a time in every car's life where it is old. Past its prime. Scrap. That time almost came for the 'blue' car. Our lovely Escape, with less than 50,000 miles on it and only five years old decided that its current engine just couldn't hack it anymore. When Jason turned the key on Monday morning to start it up, an unpleasant knocking noise was heard. Hoping for something simple to fix, it went to the dealer for a look-see. 

Later that day, Jason got the news - a new engine was needed. A rod had broken. Blah. Blah. Blah. $4-6k. Crazy laughter, muttering and cursing followed. That would have been from me, when he called to share the 'good' news. 

How the hell does that happen?!?!?! How does a car, that we only ask to drive approximately 50-70 miles a week crap out like that? It's not old. It is well loved, cared for. It has a nice garage to hang out in. A van to converse with overnight. What the heck else does it need?

After much soul searching, research and more swearing (me again) we made a decision. One of the perks of Jason's job is meeting all sorts of people with different talents. One of those such people, Jimmy, offered to try and find an engine. With a more reasonable install charge, he said he could replace it. THANK YOU JIMMY!!!!! We will certainly owe you big time! 

So, sorry dealer, you're not getting us to bend over on this one. You should be ashamed of yourselves! Charging almost double the cost of the actual engine in labor. Do you really think we are that stupid? I wonder what they would have said the cost would have been had I been the one to bring it in. What, take advantage of a woman? A car dealer? Never.

Now, we just have to wait patiently for about a week or so for Jimmy to complete the transplant. I think we can manage. 

Happy Mother's Day!

To all the mom's out there - have a great day! 

Enjoy your kids.

Sleep in, if they'll let you. Mine didn't :)

Love your life.

Laugh.

Eat.

Love.

A new day

I woke up this morning slightly unsure of what day it was. As I searched my fuzzy brain for an answer, I looked over to my bed-mate, Olivia, to watch her sleep. She woke up crying last night around 2 am and I dragged my sleepy self into her room to quiet her. It took longer than usual - she was restless and couldn't seem to settle in. I had planned on sneaking out and getting back to my own bed, but I soon resolved myself to staying in her room. So glad we decided to get her a twin bed - makes it much more cozy to stay with her.

She slept so sweetly and soundly this morning. We had to wake her for breakfast, which was not on her agenda. It took some gentle persuading to get her to be one with the world, but she is happily (I think) settled at school for the morning. 

A beautiful day is on the horizon. I see some quality time spent outside on the the new-ish swing set.

Looking back in order to look ahead

I realized today just how off I have been. Looking back through my posts, I have missed a lot. Hardly any Christmas pictures. None of Olivia's birthday. No 'real' shots to speak of. What the heck have I been doing the last few months? Seriously. What gives me? 

It's time to make up for lost time and free my camera of pictures it has been choking on for months. I heard it in the drawer, yelling at me when I would walk by. Lazy bum. Old pictures rotting. Am I ever getting out of here? 

So, here are a few snapshots to catch up on the last few months. 

Christmas morning

Christmas Pancakes

Olivia's Birthday

Showing off new princess outfit

All princess-ed up

Emma 'trying' out her new roller blades

My mess yesterday

The kids cleaning it up :)