Going to the Fair

It is fair season in NH and until this past weekend, we had only been to the local one- unheard of! My DH and DD1 are total fair junkies and are regularly on the lookout for any opportunity to go. I, however, go just because they do. It seems like a lot of aggrivation, never mind $$, to eat junk food and walk around looking at displays that are in the same place year after year.
I have to confess, however, that even though we started in the rain, the Deerfield Fair yesterday was a good time for all. Rachel loved the rides, running from one to another. The girl is fearless!! Bumper cars, giant swing, kiddie roller coaster and even the ferris wheel with dad. Too much that one! Ben is more like mom and enjoys having both feet on the ground while he enjoys waving to his sister. Rebecca was great- riding in the stroller for seemingly hours on end, many of them in the rain. She tried a bite of fried dough and smiled at everyone.
We ate, looked at displays and enjoyed walking around and checking things out. The kids ALL fell asleep in the car on the way home and DH and I look forward to the next one.

That rollercoaster called LIFE....

Life sure is a riot! We just got hit with a bunch of HUGE bills-- having to pay TWICE our normal tax bill....a new transmission for one of the trucks (the second one this year- different truck)....purchasing a wood burning furnace which seemed like a good idea at the time but is really getting out of hand...and on and on and on.
At the same time DH and I have discussed our life's plan and think that buying a campground would be really fun and a great way to raise the kids. He is getting too old for the really physical work that he is called to do, and I am not so sure I want to go back to teaching. Campgrounds cost between 500,000 and 1.5 million. Hahahaha...this might be on the 5 year plan, eh? Then I was researching a house online when I stumbled upon the vacation house of my dreams. Waaaaay out of my price range (which is $25.00 BTW) Oh yeah, life can just make you laugh sometimes, eh? But we will get through it. We will hunker down like we always do and get through the squeeze..........but I sure wish we didn't have to!
Honey, did you play powerball this week??

Dante's Tenth Level of Hell

Fruit flies. ARRRGH!

Oh no! Not the crib sheet!

I hate (read that as HATE) changing crib sheets. There has to be some secret to it, some trick or slight of hand that makes it easier. You would think that being on my third child I would have figured it out by now. Apparently not. I spent an inordinate amount of time this morning changing the sheet on #3s crib. She had had a diaper blowout that was not only nasty, but right in the middle which meant immmediate changing. Yes, you read that right. With child #1 it went without saying that I would change the sheet immediately. With #2 I learned that you can cover things like urine , etc. with a towel and put the child back to bed and deal with it in the morning. With #3 I would have just moved her to the other end of the bed and dealt with it later. But in the middle?? No go. UGH! Not what I wanted to be doing at 5AM. Any crib sheet pros out there? Want to share your technique? Maybe I could invent a bumper holder thingie that makes it easier...............yeah! Then I could make millions and retire early and ........*yawn* maybe I will sleep on it, instead.

A Day for Dreaming

What a beautiful day for dreaming. Since I rarely get enough continuous sleep at night to have a dream, I have decided that for a few minutes every day I will pour myself a drink (diet dew), put my feet up and cruise the travel channel to see what the day's destination will be. Today I took a Disney cruise in my mind. (Yes, I know that this is pretty sad but I have to tell you that I really do enjoy it!) The boat was gorgeous, the accomodations were large enough to fit a family and- this is the best part- they supply the babysitters so that the adults can enjoy the cruise, too. Ahhhhhh..........
Yesterday I went on the American Orient Express, which is a trip that I promise myself that I am going to actually do some day --when the kids are older and can all sleep through the night so that Grammy and Grampy can keep them for the week. What a beautiful trip through all the national parks out west. It makes me giddy to think about being able to go there with my husband and see the sights without worrying who is getting too close to the edge, who is trying to feed wild animals, and who is starting food fights in the dining car. Oh, to be a couple again! But that is for another day..............

Bitchin'

There was a crisis. The crazy bitch was mean to my friend. It was time to call in the reinforcements. It took about 30 minutes for us all to gather- for the cavalry to arrive. They came from down the street and even across town. No one quite knew why, but still they gathered to commiserate and support a friend.
Once everyone arrived we set up the kid-free zone, broke out the beer and lent an ear to our friend in need. It turned out to be a great time! We bitched, we moaned, we plotted, we laughed and in the end, we decided that we should have a crisis every week. Tina's turn is next Wednesday LOL. How fabulous to be a part of such a supportive group of women!
The evening was rounded out by an ice cream truck, of all things. I think it was a divine intervention...Proof that God really is a woman! LOL. Eleven ice cream treats later our kids gathered together for a group THANK YOU! that made us all laugh and feel proud. What a bitchin'afternoon!

How blessed am I?

What a great day! What did we do? Nothing. Ahhhhhhhhh. A beautiful fall-ish day with blue skies and puffy white clouds, only a slight breeze. What a great day to put a blanket out on the lawn and spend an hour or three outside with the kids. We played in the sandbox, we picked the pears, we hunted for bugs and caterpillars, we tickled each other and we just sat quietly together taking in the scenery. I love my life!

A Sense of Accomplishment

It is amazing how good it feels to get a big chore off my list. Hubby helped me (OK, he did it and I was his runner- get this, I need that, etc.) to install a runner up the stairs and down our many hallways. 60' of carpet in all. It took a couple hours because we tacked it all down in addition to the cutting, but it looks GREAT! It is black with beige, olive green and maroon accents.
This morning I decided to tackle another issue which has been tumbling around in my mind. I moved the desk out of the playroom, through 2 other rooms and into the kitchen. I am in the process of moving the table that was used as a desk in the kitchen into the playroom. Sounds like an easy swap, right? Well, as I type the table is lodged in the hallway door and the nut holding the leg on won't budge. Of course. But if I ever get this done it will be good, I just know it! (Actually I am living in a fantasy world where I believe that if I am just a smidgeon more organized my kids will be, too, and the house won't get so messy. I am going on year 6 of my fantasy and am still thinking that moving furniture will solve my problems. Hmmmm, I wonder where some chocolate is??) *sigh* OK, I am back to the nut. Wish me luck!

Where to begin?

I have wanted to blog for a while. I set up the page, chose my picture, thought up a title and then..........nothing. I wanted to have something spectacular for my initial post.
Uh huh. Yeah. So there sat an empty blog for more than a week while I waited for some sort of divine inspiration to stop me in my tracks and make me drop everything to run to the computer and create the post to end all posts. Suddenly, though, I realized that if I did that, then there would be nothing left to write. So here I sit, babbling out my fingertips with all the trappings of the day swirling around in my head. Which should get the priority?
I think I will go with Miss Rebecca. She is just amazing to me. Six months old and lives life to the fullest already. I just love her! She had everyone in KFC coming over to meet her, waving to her and making faces/ giggling with her. Not just one person, but several! Too much, that one. Then there is her big sister who was the only one able to calm the baby with her beautiful singing. And not to forget big brother who entertained the crowds at his cousin's birthday as he filled a HUGE wagon with all sorts of treasures, then spent an hour dragging it around behind him. So precious.
Wow, this blog is a really neat thing. I began typing with a rather large chip on my shoulder due to raging thyroid, raging husband and being overwhelmed by day-to-day life. After writing about my babies, however, I feel so much better!
Not earth-shattering, not pulitzer prize winning, but not a bad first step, either. Welcome to my blog!