Yes, that's coffee. Yes, he finished it in record time.
Yes, I'm feeling the repercussions of
giving a two-year-old caffeine
with a little sugar mixed in.
Yes, I will probably do it all over again tomorrow.
11.17.2007
Still Kicking
Hello everyone! Sorry you haven't heard from us in a while. Don't worry, we weren't on vacation or getting extra sleep or anything like that. We've been working and working and working some more, and when we're not working at our work we're working at our house. But we keep telling ourselves things like "we'll be so glad we did this when we go on our big vacation/build our dream house/pay off our truck in record time" and "I'm working now so that someday I won't have to". However, I must say that I am truly enjoying my job. It's the kind of job you wish you had. It's got a good mix of crazy and quiet, the people I work with are wonderful, and because it's the only clinic for literally hundreds of miles, there is always the chance that someone will come in with a drill bit through their hand because there's simply no where else to go. Sweet!! It also makes me somewhat glad I didn't become a nurse like I always wanted. Those people work really hard and deal with some really amazingly whiny people, and I get enough of that at home.
It is still white and beautiful here, and every time I start think "man, this snow is lookin' a little dingy" we'll get another layer, and then it's pretty again. The first time we got snow, before it was even really sticking, I put so many layers on the kids it was ridiculous. But after a while you get so used to the cold that you find yourself saying things like "wow. It's only minus 5. Let's fire up the barbecue". The downside of snow is that it takes about twenty minutes to get out the door because even though you're used to the cold you still have to put copious amounts of clothing on your children just so you don't sit at work all day wondering if today's the day they're going to discover the wonderful world of frostbite. Extra layers = no guilt. Missing fingers = guilt.
Xander, Xander...what to say about my little Naked Ninja? He has learned how to say "pants" and "shirt" and "off" in that order. When asked what a cow says he gives you a blank stare, then runs away screaming "to infinity and beyooooooond!!!". He also says things like "what happened?" "you okay?", "Felicity, no, no!", and starts every sentence with a little surprised "oh!". I worry so much about him because I don't get to spend the time with him like I did with Felicity, and also because he simply does not have the patience to sit down and learn his colours. He does, however, have the patience to pull out all of the diapers from his bottom drawer one by one and then put them all back in same fashion, and in a weird way this gives me hope. Also, where Felicity wakes up all whispery and cuddly, Xander WAKES UP! I'M AWAKE! AND THIRSTY! AND HAPPY! BUT MOSTLY THIRSTY! AND I'M LOOKING FOR NEMO! HAVE YOU SEEN NEMO?! That is the way my boy does everything. With his caps lock on.
Felicity is quickly evolving in the First Born Child, like the job comes with a lovely corner office and a company car. She is still sweet and goofy but has turned into a hostess-in-training/drill sargeant, announcing at dinner the other night "Anybody! Want some smashed tatoes!". It wasn't a question or a suggestion. Take some smashed tatoes! Martha would be so proud. She still loves school, is still so disappointed with Saturdays because they do not involve school, and really, who could blame her? There are WAY more toys than there are at home, Miss Kristy, like, never yells, and when you're done fighting and screaming with Nia over a toy you two can discuss it while snacking on pickles and cheese.
So yes, we are still kicking, sometimes kicking to get out, sometimes kicking ourselves for not doing this sooner, sometimes kicking each other, well, just because there's really not much to do up here. I'm tired of saying I'm homesick. That has not changed, but I feel like now I'm homesick for where we're headed and not as much for where we've been. If you're reading this and you know us and you pray, pray for us. We're at the table in the desert, and although the food is good, it's still a lonely place to eat.
It is still white and beautiful here, and every time I start think "man, this snow is lookin' a little dingy" we'll get another layer, and then it's pretty again. The first time we got snow, before it was even really sticking, I put so many layers on the kids it was ridiculous. But after a while you get so used to the cold that you find yourself saying things like "wow. It's only minus 5. Let's fire up the barbecue". The downside of snow is that it takes about twenty minutes to get out the door because even though you're used to the cold you still have to put copious amounts of clothing on your children just so you don't sit at work all day wondering if today's the day they're going to discover the wonderful world of frostbite. Extra layers = no guilt. Missing fingers = guilt.
Xander, Xander...what to say about my little Naked Ninja? He has learned how to say "pants" and "shirt" and "off" in that order. When asked what a cow says he gives you a blank stare, then runs away screaming "to infinity and beyooooooond!!!". He also says things like "what happened?" "you okay?", "Felicity, no, no!", and starts every sentence with a little surprised "oh!". I worry so much about him because I don't get to spend the time with him like I did with Felicity, and also because he simply does not have the patience to sit down and learn his colours. He does, however, have the patience to pull out all of the diapers from his bottom drawer one by one and then put them all back in same fashion, and in a weird way this gives me hope. Also, where Felicity wakes up all whispery and cuddly, Xander WAKES UP! I'M AWAKE! AND THIRSTY! AND HAPPY! BUT MOSTLY THIRSTY! AND I'M LOOKING FOR NEMO! HAVE YOU SEEN NEMO?! That is the way my boy does everything. With his caps lock on.
Felicity is quickly evolving in the First Born Child, like the job comes with a lovely corner office and a company car. She is still sweet and goofy but has turned into a hostess-in-training/drill sargeant, announcing at dinner the other night "Anybody! Want some smashed tatoes!". It wasn't a question or a suggestion. Take some smashed tatoes! Martha would be so proud. She still loves school, is still so disappointed with Saturdays because they do not involve school, and really, who could blame her? There are WAY more toys than there are at home, Miss Kristy, like, never yells, and when you're done fighting and screaming with Nia over a toy you two can discuss it while snacking on pickles and cheese.
So yes, we are still kicking, sometimes kicking to get out, sometimes kicking ourselves for not doing this sooner, sometimes kicking each other, well, just because there's really not much to do up here. I'm tired of saying I'm homesick. That has not changed, but I feel like now I'm homesick for where we're headed and not as much for where we've been. If you're reading this and you know us and you pray, pray for us. We're at the table in the desert, and although the food is good, it's still a lonely place to eat.
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