We are now officially the proud owner of ONE house. The deal went through today. Who knew we would finally see this day. It’s been seven and a half months…a LOOOOOONG seven and a half months, but we made it. Praise God.
Archive for October 2007
I went to get my flu shot today and while the nurse was stabbing me in the arm she said, “Wow! You must work out a lot. Your arms are pumped.” I couldn’t even type this without laughing and I tried not to laugh when she said it since she had a needle in my arm. Obviously she doesn’t know me very well. I don’t thing anyone has EVER described me as pumped. Skinny, yes…chicken bones, yes…pumped, I think not.
Colm’s parent-teacher conference was today. His teacher said he is doing great. He has some typical three-year old trouble with keeping his hands to himself, but other than that he checked out superbly. He knows everything that a three-year old should know and is a great cleaner upper. Smiles.
My poor kids probably think I am a liar! Yesterday was flu shot day and I told Liam that he did not have to get a shot this year, that he could get the kind you inhale. (Because that is what the nurse told me last year after they got their flu shots.) Phew! He was relieved. Liam does not like shots and that is a HUGE understatement. He kicked the nurse when he got his five-year old shots. (Not on purpose, he was just flinging himself everywhere.) So, we mosey into the dr’s office and it turns out he HAS TO HAVE THE SHOT because he has asthma, but Colm can get the inhaling kind. UGH. Double Ugh! Let the crying begin. They were both sobbing in the waiting room. I decided to make them both get the shot, since that only seemed fair. Then I had to decide who should go first. I don’t know if I made the right decision, but Colm went first. He screamed bloody murder and then recovered in seconds. Liam on the other hand had to be bribed with the loss of computer time if he didn’t get up on the table and even then he fought us after he realized we’d gotten him up on the table and there was no turning back. Liam screamed bloody murder and then whimpered for the next 20 minutes.
Now, back to the title. When Liam was three and Colm was about nine months old, I took them to the dr for their checkups. I had been told previously that Liam would not have to get shots at his three-year old checkup. So, on the way there, I assured Liam that he would not have to get a shot, but that Colm would since Liam had to get shots at his 9 month visit. Guess what? Colm didn’t end up needing any shots and Liam did. They had changed things since the last time we were there. I think from now on I am just going to tell them they have to get a shot every time we go to the dr. That way when they don’t get one they will be happy and if they do have to get one at least they were expecting it.
I just got done staring at the boxes in our garage. There are too many and I can’t handle it. Seriously. What’s left is the stuff we could easily throw away and live the rest of our lives and not even notice anything was missing. We went through all of the trouble of putting it in boxes and huffing it over here though so I feel like I should atleast peek inside and see what’s there. Ugh. It’s too overwhelming.
I can’t decide if the shoemakers in this world are taking me for a ride, or if Liam is just really hard on his shoes. Last year I bought him a pair of shoes and he had broken the velcro closure within the first two weeks of wearing them. (The shoe company sent us another pair in the mail, but I had to buy another pair for him to wear in the interim.) He started wearing another pair of tennies at the beginning of September and the shoestrings are trashed and they can’t be laced properly because the plastic thingy that goes at the end of the shoelace has come off. (I have to go buy him some new shoelaces so he can continue to wear those shoes.) Then, today, I sent him to school in another pair of shoes, fresh out of the box, and the elastic/bungee closure thingy had broken by the time he got home today. He hadn’t even gotten one full school day out of them! And these are not cheap shoes, folks! Lucky for me, my children have super wide feet that cannot be squeezed into cheap Target shoes. No, I have to search the internet and go to children’s specialty shoe stores to find shoes that fit them. Hmmm….Liam claims he was just running around at recess when they broke. Uh, huh. Likely story.
Poor Colm has really gotten the short end of the stick with our move. He has been dragged to countless appointments, meetings, etc. Liam has missed out on all of the “fun” since he is in school all day. So I decided today we were going to not unpack any boxes, we weren’t going to go to any appointments, we were just going to have fun like three-year olds are supposed to. Poor guy. I can’t remember a day recently that has been free from something house-related where we could just go and spend the entire morning and part of the afternoon having fun. He definitely deserved it, too, with all he has put up with recently. We went to Paradise Park and Colm had a great time. I know he had a good time, too, because he is snoozin’ away right now.
In this day and age, you would expect there to be a few food allergies in a class of kinders…wheat, peanut butter, eggs, dairy, etc. Liam’s class doesn’t have any of those, but there are two kids who have some kind of strange allergies, one of them being life threatening. One of them is allergic to juice, yep, juice. Okay, he’s actually allergic to the preservative that is used in juice, but it cuts out a lot of foods he can eat. The other is allergic to a specific red dye, but that also means she can’t eat things that are orange, purple, pink or red. Again, that cuts out a lot of foods. When you put those two allergies together and you are trying to buy snacks for the class and it has to be non-perishable, you are left with pretzels. Actually, there are a few other foods that are okay, but not many and I think Liam is getting tired of eating them already and it’s only October.
It is so lonely in our new house. We are the only people on our street. There is no one across from us anywhere up and down the street or anyone beside us anywhere up and down the entire street. We are, literally, the first ones on the block. The soonest we might have a neighbor is January. It is kind of spooky at night, too. I guess we ARE the welcoming committee. 🙂
In Liam’s kinder class, they are encouraged to spell words to the best of their abilities if they are at that point in their learning. Today Liam was spelling the word beret, only he spelled it bra. I can see that. I hope his teacher knew what he meant.