sunday

sunday was mother’s day, and layla was up before 7 to give me the gift she’d made for me at school.

but way more exciting than that is the fact that we were waking up in our new house!!! (in beds this time!)

shane has been planning to do some trail blazing through the woods to make paths and tree houses and all that fun stuff. he’s asking for a machete for his birthday this year… that morning, he could be found beyond the fence with a hoe and a pair of clippers…

while I unpacked boxes inside, dave and shane (and micah and ginger) got the trampoline put back together.

and FINALLY!!! shane got to take the mower out for a spin. he drove down the road and mowed my parents’ yard first.

and then came back here and mowed our backyard.

meanwhile, the playroom was set up and layla and micah decided to do a floor puzzle. these were one of the first things packed a month ago!

and then dave had to physically extract shane from the mower so he could have a turn… (not really, but there was some negotiating.)

and that box got opened! I had nearly hyperventilated when I packed my current project life album and sealed up the box (last thursday). so unpacking it set all things right in my world!

and micah decided to swim in the water table…

and then shane gave the younger two rides on the mower!

layla got to steer!

check out all those empty boxes! the formal dining room is currently empty box headquarters, since we don’t have furniture for in there yet.

and my parents came over for dinner again. it was a fancy mother’s day dinner of KFC takeout! hey, we didn’t have to cook = fine by me!

and the kids got grandma to read them stories before bed…

great day!

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“you should have your head examined!”

… i just did! yup, yesterday i had the thrilling experience of sitting in a hospital waiting room for 2 hours, followed by another in a trauma room. no, i don’t think i had suffered any sort of major trauma – i think that’s just what room they had left to stick me in. i mused about where we would go if they had to kick us out because a ‘real’ trauma situation arose. thankfully, we didn’t have to learn the answer to that. i guess i was a traumatic as it got during that window of time. backing up, i wound up in the hospital yesterday because micah threw some clothes on the ground. the night before i had been folding laundry in the living room. i had a couple of stacks of ‘hang up’ clothes that were draped over the baby gate in front of the fireplace. yes, it’s a christmas picture, but i knew i had it in my stash. at any rate, there’s the ugly baby gate that the clothes were hanging on. also notice the wood mantle above it that the nativity set is on.

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i got this recipe from my dad. i have no idea where he got it, but these are the waffles i’ve been eating as long as i can remember. they are so delicious, easy, and HEALTHY! OHMYGOODNESS, i cannot help but go on and on about them because they are so incredibly fabulous! if you want to see my picky eaters eat, come on waffle night! i think last time I made these, layla (all 33 pounds of her) put away 4 quarters of a waffle. that’s one WHOLE 10 square inch waffle. (and yes, i did just pull out my waffle iron and measured it!) anyway, here it is, without further ado… 1 cup flour (I usually do 1/2 white, 1/2 whole wheat) 1/2 cup yellow cornmeal 1 cup rolled oats 2 tbsp baking powder* 1/2 tsp salt 2 eggs 1/2 cup oil 3 cups buttermilk put all dry ingredients into a bowl, break in the eggs, add oil, then stir in the buttermilk. *t he amount of baking powder is not an error, but is the secret of the crisp, tender result! let the batter stand for a short time (15-30 minutes) to allow t

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