Sunday, December 2, 2012

Better'n Nothin'

 This post consists of several blurry iPod Touch pictures, guilt-induced writing, and not much else.  See title.

Actually, it's sort of silly to say "guilt-induced writing", because I love writing on here, when I actually make that happen.  I just feel guilty for people who want to see more pictures of my kids that I don't update very often.  So, here's a little bit of stuff before I head to bed.

 Lincoln's curls had gotten luscious and loooong.

So I gave him a haircut.  But now I'm sad because Evan predicts they'll never grow back.  Sniff, sniff.

Elliott posing for HIS apr├Ęs haircut picture.  I didn't really mean to cut this much off him, either.  But it will grow back!

 The first decent snowfall!  My two girlies watching before they head to bed.

Since Evan will be gone most of the winter building a house, he hired someone to plow the driveway.  I woke up to find they'd come and gone without me even hearing them!

 I'd forgotten how utterly gorgeous snow can be.

 A side view of my shorn wooly baa-lamb.

 My little hipster girl.  I love that shirt/cardigan combo.

Lincoln and I stayed home from meeting this morning.  I have a sore throat/earache/cough, and he kept saying "it hurts" and laying down again.  While I laid on our bed and read my Bible, he dragged in a box of crayons, a coloring book, 2 Care Bears, his blankie, and a stack of books.  I like little boys who know what's important when you're not feeling good.  He was attempting to color while laying down, because he didn't have the energy to lift his head. 

By this afternoon, though, he was much more chipper.  Maybe that was because of his new bed!  Evan set up the bunk bed he had made, so the boys have a bunk bed in their room now.  No more cribs or toddler beds in the house-- crazy!  Lincoln picked out his own sheets.  I decided to let any attempt at interior decorating go out the window, and the kids all got to choose their own sheets.  We had one twin bed last winter, and now we have five, so we needed flannel sheets!

 I helped Evan pack up his trailer this afternoon.  This is what our garage looked like when we were done!

 And this is what it looked like five minutes later.  Being able to park in the garage makes me happy.

Evan and I both love the comics, and we often mark the ones that seem appropriate, so the other can appreciate it fully.  Since Evan hasn't been home lately, I've been taking pictures of the best ones to send to him.  The super-hero in this strip (NOT the Amazing Spiderman on the bottom) makes me swoon.  If only!

I usually resort to cold cereal in this case, but I know the feeling, guilt and all. (For some reason, this comic is right side up in my folder, but it won't load on to here correctly.  If you really care, click on it to make it larger, then tilt your head funny so everyone around you wonders what you're doing while you read it.)

I took this one for my mother-in-law's benefit.  Except that I usually let the mending pile sit there until my mother-in-law visits!

It's been pretty stressful, with Evan away so much.  Here's a list of things I tried to remember this week, when I wanted to bury my head in my arms and howl.
  • Pretty snow.
  • The fact Marilla has to track me down about 50 times a day to tell me she loves me and hug me.  (She's still getting over the trauma of pre-kindergarten, maybe?  We un-enrolled her, since she was so adamant that she did not want to go anymore.)
  • Lincoln and Rilla were pretending to be Elsie and Gilbert this week.  Lincoln portrayed his Gilbert-ness by pretending his hands were a book and flipping it through saying, "read, read, read!"  I'm glad I have a cute reading nephew, and I'm glad my son notices this.
  • The fact I have so many lovely books to read stacked up on my nightstand.  We'll gloss over the fact that I'm racking up some serious fines by letting some of them go overdue because I don't have time to read them.
  • The elaborate castles Elliott draws.
  • The "dream house" plans Cheyenne is drawing lately.  And because they are "dream" houses, they are drawn in a puffy dream bubble.  Her library is enormous, and she keeps an entire wardrobe of fat lady clothes in her guest room so I don't even have to pack when I go to visit her.  (I called them fat lady clothes, she didn't).
  • How grown up Lincoln's grammar is getting.  It helps, in the midst of toddler meltdowns, to hear his precise pronunciation and correct grammar.  So while I was trying to hold him still Wednesday night, he was clearly whispering, "You're hurting me!  You're hurting me!"  (I wasn't.)  For some reason, that made me smile.
  • How eager Rilla and Lincoln were to help me as I cleaned house frantically this week, getting ready for company.  If I called one to carry something or do something, the other would arrive, shouting, "I'll do it!  I'll do it!"
And, best of all, the fact that I just got a text from Evan that he arrived safely, despite his hugely overloaded truck and trailer!!  Now off to bed, perchance to dream... hopefully not to wake up with a worse earache at 3:00 a.m.