Ta-da!!!

Get it? We were still under construction yesterday… toldja to read carefully :)

Our train table has become a somewhat temporary jobsite.  I made this reasonably easy to store away when not in use.

The gravel yard: coffee grounds and sawdust

Construction work is serious business.

And no, the blue painters tape is not an accent piece…our train table actually has very small holes all the way around the outside for add on toys that we don’t have.  I’m a little bit crazy, but not plain stupid.  I covered up all those already dust filled holes.

We’re planning to go and collect some small rocks to add to our site, we just haven’t gotten to it yet.

I can’t take credit for this awesome idea though, you can read more about it here.  I borrowed the general idea, and then kind of went a different direction toward the end.  This guy made more of a rock quarry.  My patience with the project was wavering by the time it came to painting, so I gooped sand, brown paint and glue together and smeared it everywhere!  It definitely achieved the textured, yet not too messy appeal I was going for.  I do recommend his cutting technique for the styrofoam.  You know, unless an indoor snowstorm just appeals to you.  In that case, stabbing a bean bag chair will render approximately the same result.

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…there’s a warning somewhere on this thing that says “Not for use by children” and perhaps a “Use with care” notice. Maybe Black and Decker should have issued a special attention notice  for our family: “Dustbuster not intended as a substitute for bathing.  Please refrain from vacuuming child after meals and allowing child to vacuum his own hair while unattended.”

For those of you who, instead of laughing, are thinking to yourselves, hmmm maybe I should let my kid try that, I leave you with this.  He entertained himself for a full 12 blissful minutes.  I’m unsure of whether an extended life battery can be purchased, but I can look into it for you.

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I cleaned up a small mess before taking this picture.

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Who’s up for a good mystery?  Any guesses what in the world we are up to this week?

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Last night we went over to Scott’s nephew and his wife’s house to help them put together a beautiful baby crib.  In just forty-five days, we’ll have a new family member.  They are on the brink of parenthood.  I stood there in the kitchen watching my four year old on the floor drinking milk proudly from a cup with no lid, a feat we are currently practicing.  Wasn’t that cup a bottle just a few shorts weeks ago?  Wasn’t I naively standing on the brink of parenthood just a few months before?

There was so much I wanted to tell them.

I wanted to say, you will have to relearn how to do everything. From one handed laundry to eating cold dinner because you had to change a diaper or feed a little one, not to mention trying to squeeze in a shower every few days.  You’ll forget to eat in those first days and weeks because you are in such awe that you made this little being and gave him life.  Watching him sleep is more peaceful than a massage.  Hearing him coo is more entertaining than the TV.   You’ll cry when he gets shots.  You’ll hold your breath when he takes his first steps.  You’ll get mad at him. You’ll get mad at each other.  You’ll make mistakes.  Everyone does.  But you’ll love him more completely than anyone else on this Earth has ever loved any one person.   And you will look at your parents in a different way, because you know now, they love you that much.

But I just smiled as I watched Caleb drinking his milk and listened to the last few notes of the crib mobile  drifting down the hall, barely audible in the kitchen. I simply said, “Don’t blink.  Because it goes by really fast.”

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This is Caleb’s girl friend from across the street.  She and her brothers come over to play a lot.  If she got any cuter, I might just keep her here for myself!  She was sure to tell me Happy Mother’s Day!

They had so much fun playing in the car today.  Pretending to be grown ups driving to the gas station and listening to tunes on the radio.  Caleb asked if he could give her a kiss!  “Noooo!” she squealed!

He did give her a weed flower, eskimo kisses and butterfly kisses before asking if he could plant a wet one on her cheek!

I seriously want to offer her parents a free photography session to have an excuse to take pictures of her.  She is so delicate and girly, I feel like she should be wearing a set of wings.  She said the bugs kept biting her earlier and I told her it was because she was so sweet.  She said, “Yeah I think so too.  *Sigh.  Raises eyebrows* Not everybody else does though.”

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…this morning?

(No I didn’t butcher the front, it is just the way it is laying while still wet, I’ve now had two years practice!)

A wee bit shaggy a few days ago…

I can always tell it is time for a haircut when the back looks like this every time he lays down… and also, we misplaced his ears.

Of course, it has been worse in the past…

I see nothing funny here.

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Caleb and I were riding in the car when the topic of remote control trucks came up (Scott has a few gas powered ones.  And not gas like what goes in your car, nooo, no, $35 a gallon gas. Yeah.).

“I want Daddy to get another truck!”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, they are expensive.”

“Why?”

“Because they cost a lot of money.”

“Why?”

“Because they are expensive to make I suppose.”

“Why?”

“Well, because they take a lot of time and work I suppose.  And the parts are expensive to make.”

“…Why?”

“I reckon the materials the parts are made of cost a lot.”

“Why?”

“[laughing now] I don’t know Caleb.  They just do!”

“…[longer pause]…Why?  Don’t laugh.  DON’T LAUGH!”

~He told me something about his little pull along puppy, so I turned the tables~

“Why?” I asked.

“Because it just does.”

“Why?” I asked again.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you know?”

“I DON’T KNOW.  I JUST DON’T!”

“Hey did you see those cows?!” I asked, changing the subject.

“No, what color where they?”

“Brown.”

“Were they milk cows?”

“No, I think they were beef cows.”

“Well maybe they were chocolate cows since they were brown.”

“I think they were beef cows.”

“No, those are brown and white cows.  So I think they were chocolate cows.”

“I’m not sure what the difference is in brown cows and brown and white cows.”

“Brown cows are chocolate cows.  I just told you.”

“Okay, they were chocolate cows.”

Case closed.

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Scene: Rest time (early afternoon at our house).  Caleb “reads” books in his bed while sometimes talking and singing loudly to himself quietly.  He usually ends up going to the…umm…little boy’s room at some point during this 75 minutes.  To, you know, preform the only one of the Three S’s he is capable of at four years old.  I sit at the computer and whittle away my time with mindless internet activities sometimes blog during this time.  I was on the phone with my mom.

Caleb: [entering the room for help buttoning his shorts]: “You don’t EVEN want to know what the toilet looks like right now.”

Me: [phone conversation ceases, my mom pauses, then says "uh oh":  "What's that?"

Caleb: [repeats sentence with strong emphasis on the word even]

Me: [My mom is giggling bigtime at this point]: “Why is that?”

Caleb: *Grin* I think I actually saw a twinkle in his eye

Me: [stands up from my computer chair] “Hold on Momma”

Caleb: [Tears ASS around the corner, slams the toilet lid and waves his hands over it as if to make the contents disappear] “No.  No, no, no.  NO!”

Me: “Caleb, please go get back in your bed.” [Loose translation: Move, I need to assess the damage.]

The bottom line, pardon the pun: Do not sit on the toilet unless you desire the sensation otherwise known as “Toilet-butt.”  But there was ne’er a drop of water on the floor.  How I’ll never know.  After the tides recede, a plunge shall be required.

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Scene: The kitchen table, examining a science experiment butter from Wendy’s that has gone unrefrigerated for five days now.

Caleb: “It’s better than fast food.  It’s Wendy’s.”

Me: “Oh?  Where did you hear that?”

Caleb: “The TV Channel told me.”

The bottom line: There in lies the reason we watch very little TV.  By we, I mean Caleb.  I can just hear in a zombified voice, “The talking box told me to do it.”  Still, it cracked me up.  We taped Madagascar (with commercials) on the DVR a few weeks ago.  I’m guessing it contains a Wendy’s commercial at some point during the movie.

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You’re excited.  I can tell.

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