Magnetic Letters

A plays with letters at his grandma's house. 

That cat is special.  It has wheels and scampers around saying "catch me!" and singing a little song.  It has a sensor in it's face so when it gets close to a wall it turns around.  Very clever.  When caught, the cat giggles and says "catch me again!" Eventually, the boy gets tired of catching the cat, but the stupid feline doesn't have a timer and keeps spinning circles around the universe singing and shouting "catch me, hehehehe!!"

I hate cats. 

But alas, I like my kid and he likes the scampering cat, so that is fine. Attison: you can't get a real cat while living in our house.  Maybe when you graduate from college and have your own apartment then you can do whatever you schmoo. 

Home Depot

Another late night at the Depot buying stuff to build our house.  This trip was electrical stuff, so lightswitches, outlet boxes, wire, etc. A was having a grand old time dropping the switches out of the cart and saying "uh-oh!" Unable to grasp that this was not, in fact, a hilarious game, we came up with a temporary distraction.  Grab a Homer Bucket, and teach him to put them in the bucket.  

Then this happened. 

Then he tried to eat the bucket.

Eventually we just put all our items in the bucket, put the bucket under the cart and let him play with my cell phone.

Ribbons and Church

At Church of the Ascension they have ribbons for the kids to twirl around with during the processional.  Attison played with them for the first time this past week. He held his Da's hand, walked around a bit and then made a bee-line for the baptismal font.  He then proceeded to crawl circles around it.  Elliot joined him for a few laps, but then slipped, bumped his head and cried.  A got confused and decided it was time to go get some bagels. 

Since we don't have a kitchen, we kind of, maybe, usually, maximize the term "coffee hour" and stay for over an hour, until practically no one else is there and help "clean up" the leftovers. The Raufers might translate "coffee hour" to "free lunch in a warm dining hall where we don't have to wipe the sawdust off the table before using it." Maybe. 

Kids and cameras

This is what happens when you have three children with different photo taking interests.

Child 1 is too young and completely oblivious to the camera

Child 2 wants his picture taken desperately, but sometimes decides at the last minute he wants you to take a picture of him not facing the camera, because that is funny.

Child 3 also wants her picture taken desperately, but has no concept of how long it takes and is constantly moving and changing her pose. 

So this is what you get. 

Breakfast in bed

This happens pretty often.

Little Rocking Chair

This chair is at my grandma's house.  We used to sit in it when we were youngsters.  Sometimes when we go to visit my grandma sits in it because she is silly and says it really isn't that uncomfortable. 

Cars and holidays

So, I'm pregnant.  And I have a 13 month old who weighs 24 lbs.  I also often have a 5-10 lb diaper bag.  It is hard to go places. But it is quite rewarding to go places, so we often pack up our crap and go dog go!

On the Sunday after Thanksgiving, after we had a lovely week with Regina, Dennis and Carolyn coming to McConnellsburg again to celebrate Thanksgiving at Linda's House on Cooper Ln, we made our rounds of town saying goodbye.  I dropped the boys off at my Grandmas to go get gas (and coffee and have 5 minutes of alone time).  When I got back Sarah and Andy had arrived and my cousin Adam's car is usually parked out front also.  Not feeling like parking in the driveway in the back, nor across or down the street, I made a parking spot of my own, in the front yard. 

The neighbor was quite confused when he pulled in and saw the shenanigans happening across the street. 

I got a $60 ticket once for parking facing the wrong direction in front of my gram's house a few years ago.  (Yeah, really, there was 1 police officer and so little crime that he took the time to give me a stupid ticket for visiting my grandma. Jerkface. It isn't like he didn't know who I was and why I was there and couldn't have knocked on the door and come in for some pie.)  These days there is no longer a police force in the burg' and the state police don't have time to worry about holiday parking shenanigans.  So park wherever I want? ok!

What is the point of this post anyway?  I don't know.  I think it is funny. And if I come to visit you before February and there isn't a convenient parking space maybe I'll put put my car on your front porch.  I have all wheel drive now.