Tuesday's Tidbit #5

These are Wayne's new shoes. They came in the mail yesterday, from Ebay. I think they were purchased "used" but I can't tell! Tyler does all of the boys' shoe buying, usually on Ebay. Wayne's shoes were too small, again, so we needed to bump him a size. These shoes are a size 12. We paid... Umm... I don't know what we paid! :-) Tyler does the bidding. I think shipped, they were less than $20. Someday I'm going to want to know that I paid less than $20 for a pair of Nike's for Wayne. Someday I bet I'll be paying a lot more!


So the thought occurred to me, as I was getting all sniffly over how big these shoes were, and how big they made Wayne look, and as I was trying to remember how exactly his feet didn't fit in the shoes he wore home from the hospital any longer. Heck, his toe doesn't fit in those! :-) And then, it hit me.


His feet. Are. Growing.

They are going to get bigger.

I looked at those shiny white shoes with much different eyes. Instead of cringing at the sight of them, I know soak up their size. Someday, his child's size 12's are going to be men's size 12's. Or worse. Men's size 14's!

And then I had another thought (see, I've spent too much time thinking lately.) That thought was this. Weston and Wyatt's feet are growing too!

And with that, I scurried around the house collecting shoes. As I walked into the living room with my arms full, and my camera shoved in to the pile somewhere, Tyler looked at me as if I had lost my mind. Hasn't he learned by now not to question me with a camera in my hands? Apparently... not.

Anyhoo... For today's tidbit, for now and all time, here are the shoes that everyone is wearing on Tuesday, February 9, 2010.

Tyler - size 12
Tanya - size 10 (FYI - my feet grew 1/2 size with each pregnancy. You do the math!)
Wayne - child size 12
Weston - child size 6
Wyatt - child size 1


Won't it be fun to read this post 20 years from now in the family journal?

Who dat?

Super Bowl Sunday was pretty low key around here, as we didn't watch the game until 7pm when Tyler got home from work. The boys were all excited to pose for a quick photo shoot.... WILDNESS! Weston wore the Colts, Reggie Wayne jersey that Wayne used to wear, and the rest as they say... is history!





My favorite shot!

Look what got done!

I had to be sneaky if I was going to get a picture of this, my dear sweet husband is not a fan of my photographic ways.

Or my blogging ways.

But only the "ways" that include him!


And there he goes, back the other way. I love watching Wayne and Weston stand inside the back patio door watching Tyler mow. There little heads whip left, then right. Left, then right.

Fine tuning the motor... It's been awhile since she hummed!
Busted. But look at that pretty. lush green lawn!

Are you a bowl half-empty or half-full type?

Remember earlier when I said I was working quite a bit this afternoon? And you were wondering what the boys were up to?





Wonder no more!






Here's where and how I found Weston after I ran upstairs to get Wyatt up from his nap.(excuse the bad exposure... I was in the moment!)

Admiring his handywork.
It was about this time I said, "Weston!!!" He ran. But he was easy to follow. He left a trail.
About this time, I heard Wyatt fussing in the family room. I decided the baby came before the clean up, so I left the bathroom to snuggle him until he settled down.





10 minutes later, Wayne came running from what I thought was the toy room. He was complaining that Weston made the bathroom dirty, and the toilet was broken.


My response?


What do you mean, "the toilet is broken?"



And this is what he meant.
Bless the tidy, neat child. He tried to clean up Weston's mess.
And he really, really tried.
But it really, really didn't help.
The rest I will leave up to your imagination, but it involved a bucket, water, a plunger, and scrubbing up to my elbows like a surgeon when I was done.

It's February.

Can you believe it? I'm not sure what February means to all of you, but to me, it means WORK. LOTS of work. LOTS and LOTS of work. Most of you know, but some probably don't, that in addition to being the loving, adoring mom of three precious boys, I am also a CPA. Certified Public Accountant. Certified folks. That means I passed a BIG test. For my Canadian rellies (relatives) that is the equivalent of a CGA. During tax season I work 15-20 hours per week, but that sometimes gets a little pushed in February. You see, I specialize in agriculture, and there are special rules that state that farmer's who don't pay estimated tax payments will not be penalized for it, as long as they pay all tax due by March 1. If they don't owe any tax, or if they've paid estimates in, then they can wait until April 15 to file with the rest of the United States. Otherwise.... March 1. Add to that my propensity to want to tackle all things at once and....


February is a very, very busy month for me.

I worked at the office this morning, and I worked from home this afternoon. My guess is that by the end of the day, I'll have more than 8 hours in. Argh!

And what have my cherubs been doing?

This morning they went to Auntie's to play.
This afternoon Weston took a 1.5 hour nap, and Wyatt a 2 hour nap. Wayne played trains.

Now it's off to get a casserole in the oven (which one is yet to be determined) and get some fresh air. And coffee. And take a break!

Oh shoot. There's the phone. The caller ID lady is saying, "call from, Larson Gross."

Gotta go.

Insanity

is defined as doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result.


I recalled this fact after looking under the couch for the FIFTH time for my missing laptop mouse. The fifth time. Weston woke up from his nap just as I was finishing a work phone call. He wanted the mouse, so in an effort to keep him from arching his back, throwing his head back and letting out a screech that would deafen anyone within 100 yards, I flicked it to the "off" position and set it down.


And 3 minutes later when I hung up the phone....

It.Was.Gone.

I have spent an hour searching for the thing, to no avail. I am now convinced it is in the same location as Tyler's 10 rolls of quarters, and the toy room DVD player remote. NONE of these things were supposed to be in reach of our delightful two year old. And ALL are now missing. Really missing. Where on earth, or in this house, could they be?



And yes, I've already checked the toilet.

Tuesday's Tidbit #4

Here's my most recent scrapbook page I've completed. As of today, a currently have our family book, Wayne's, Weston's AND Wyatt's a book all caught up through August 2, 2009. I wonder... as time steam rolls on, will I get more caught up or more behind? And in scrapbooking years (similar to dog years.... every year of life takes 7 to scrap! :0) Wyatt is 2 weeks old, and I have 29 pages of his complete! :-)