Wednesday, January 21, 2015


See those long black hairs around Gus's eyes?

Those are his eyelashes

When he blinks it's looks like he's waving at us.

It is not fair for a dog to have better eyelashes than any of the people in the house.

And Leo?

Well, Leo doesn't have the eyelashes, but he does know how to wear his food bowl.

Friday, January 16, 2015


This morning before the girls were up, I got the email saying that Emily had been accepted to Old Dominion University!!!!  She's been on pins and needles waiting to hear from them ever since she got all her information submitted.

I only had a few minutes before she needed to get up to head to her Chemistry class so I frantically printed the acceptance letter, taped it to a giant piece of orange construction paper so it would really stand out and catch her eye as she came down the stairs, and taped it next to the poster announcing her fabulous 32 on the ACT (which has been hanging on the wall for months and I'm not taking it down any time soon).

Despite my efforts to make it noticeable, she walked right by it and I had to redirect her attention to it.  It's hard to tell because her back was to the camera (video by Katie) but when I hugged her it was because she started crying.  My sweet, smart Emily was so overwhelmed and relieved, and excited, and happy, and and and.......just everything!


Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Puppy Play


One of the puppies favorite games is to try to get to each other underneath the legs of the computer chair.  Never mind that they can get to each other easily by standing up and stepping over the base.  Or walking around the base.  They like the idea that this is somehow a challenge.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

New TV

Our TV has been slowly dying.  It's an old TV, one of those giant old monsters they don't even make any more.  The picture has gotten so blurry we can't even read the words on the TV guide channel.  We've know for a while that we needed a new set but we've been putting it off because TV's are expensive and it's not a "need", it's a "want".

After Christmas, Kerry and I saw a fantastic deal on a TV.  I love after Christmas sales when stores are trying to sell everything they can and you can get a really good bargain.

We trotted down to Best Buy where they had an awesome flat screen TV for $180 less than the regular price (boom!) and had a long talk with a salesman about how to hook up this TV to our cable box, Wii, DVD player, and some other thing with buttons that lets us switch from TV to Wii to DVD player.  He assured us that it was extremely simple to hook up.

I've always been the one to hook up new equipment in our family.  I'm an instruction reader and fairly intuitive about how to connect things together.  Kerry has always somewhat lacked the desire to read instructions and tries to tell intuitively how things are put together.  (Ask me about every set of shelves in our house sometime.)  When we were fist married, Kerry got so attached to a gaming system we had, I just refused to connect it back up to the TV after a move and he never played it again.  Marriage saved. technology has moved on through the years and we've added more and more things that have to be wired to the TV, even I get confused trying to figure out what plugs into where, and how this is attached to that.  Even when I read the instructions I get extremely frustrated because you need different types of cords and some are included and some aren't.  With this new TV, we had to buy two new cords that we did not already possess and I was internally groaning at the thought of unhooking the four thousand cords that already connect everything and trying to replace some of them with these new fancified cords while keeping some of the old ones but attaching them in different places to different boxes.

The salesman assured us several times that it would all be extremely easy to connect.

On the way home with our new purchases I was bemoaning the upcoming saga of trying to connect everything together.  Kerry reminded me that the salesman had said it was simple but then remarked that he probably greatly overestimated our ability.

"I'm not worried though," Kerry reassured me, "I'm 100% sure I can open the box."

Friday, December 26, 2014

Christmas Eve

This Christmas Eve, the girls and I decided to volunteer in the church nursery for the 2:30 service, then we would meet up with the menfolk and attend the 4:00 service.

When we arrived at the church for our volunteer time, Emily was sent to the baby room, while Katie and I were assigned the two to four year olds.

We only had four children in our room.  One four-year old girl and three two-year olds.  We had all of them sit at a table and gave them all a snack and a drink.  In the falsely cheerful voice that I use when talking to a group of very young kids who have just been forcibly separated from their parents I announced, "Wow!  We have four big kids in here!"

The four-year old girl looked at me steadily and said, "No.  You have one big kid in here and that's me."  She pointed at herself, then continued on, pointing at the other three, "They're little."


A short time later, one of the two-year olds was running across the room, fell, and busted his lip wide open.

Head wounds bleed a lot.

At first I couldn't tell if he'd busted his lip, bitten his tongue, or knocked out a tooth.  Blood was just bubbling out of him and he was screaming and fighting us.  I had Katie run to grab paper towels, then she had to grab more when those were soaked through, then she had to grab more when those were soaked through, then she had to grab more when those were soaked through.  We went through around five large wads of paper towels.  While running back and forth to get the paper towels for me, Katie knocked over one of the two-year old girls, so then she had a crying child on her hip while trying to help me and the childcare director who had dashed in upon hearing the chaos.

We finally got the bleeding slowed and someone took him off to find his mom.

I looked down at myself to find both of my arms smeared with blood all the way to the elbows.  Blood was in between each of my fingers on both hands and blood was on the front of my nice blouse.  I started scrubbing like I was prepping for surgery.

One of the directors came in with cleaning wipes to clean the blood off the floor, counters, tables, and sink.  I pulled one of the wipes out and started vigorously wiping the front of my blue blouse hoping to get enough blood out so it wouldn't be noticeable during the next service.

The director noticed me wiping my shirt and informed me, "Those are Clorox wipes."


I don't think God wants me to work in the church nursery any more.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Puppy Pictures

Because I know you need it.