Good News

We have a purchase agreement on our house. We're not breathing a huge sigh of relief until after the closing (it's supposed to be in two weeks), but we're certainly feeling a little better. Is it typical to be totally annoyed with the person buying your house? After dealing with this man-- and taking offense to his initial low offer, I don't want him living in MY house.

Assuming that our house could sit empty all summer, I left curtains, a shelf, a few bath cabinets, flowers, etc. because I thought it would "show" better. Now this man is going to get everything. He asked about the things we left and Mike said he could have it all so that it wouldn't hurt the sale.

I did make one thing clear: he's not keeping my hanging baskets. This man will not enjoy my flowers!

The important thing, though, is that WE'RE HERE!

I'll post pictures later.

Recent Events

Uncle Mike

We're enjoying a visit with Tricia and Davy.

My Life for the Next Week

Pictures of the Day

Experimenting

I've been working a little more on my photography. Here's the results of today's photoshoot with Jonah. The aerobic intensity of a photoshoot with Jonah is the equivalent of a 5 mile run. I'm pooped.

Family Fun

In the midst of our long "to-do" list, we decided to take a break and go to the children's zoo. Here are some fun pictures from our fun day.

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

There once was a boy who sat in his room, trying to go to sleep at night. To get his parents' attention, he shouted, "I gotta pee! I gotta pee!"

His parents came running up the steps to let the boy out of his room. But when they arrived in the bathroom, he could not pee. The boy talked about the clock on the toilet, fidgeted with the magazines nearby, asked for some coins to put in his piggy bank.

They returned to his room. "Don't cry 'wolf', my son," said the mother, "when you don't really have to pee." She went grumbling back down the stairs.

A little later, the boy shouted again, "Pee! Pee! I go pee!" To his delight, he heard footsteps approaching his room, giving him permission to use the restroom.

When his father saw that he was not going to pee, he said, "Don't cry 'wolf' when there is NO wolf!"

The boy protested and insisted he stay in the bathroom. His father did not oblige, and the boy was sent back to his room once again.

Later, the boy really did need to pee. Alarmed, he leaped to his feet and shouted, "I need to go pee!"

His parents thought he was trying to fool them again, and so they didn't come.

So what's the moral of this story?

Rock 'n Roll

I was enjoying a "mommy moment" while talking to Jonah on the way home from school today. I was driving Mike's car and nonchalantly turned on the music. "Number one...that's Back in Black, Mom.....Put it on #2. That's Pearl Jam."

"Who's on #1?" I ask.

"The rock 'n roll man."

I chuckled. I chuckled for a few reasons. First, I was APPALLED that my innocent boy knew "Back in Black" and Pearl Jam. But I was certainly thankful that he referred to AC/DC as the "rock 'n roll man."

So yes, I learned a little something about Mike's trips to school every morning with Jonah. They obviously listen to Daddy's music.

Here I am, trying to teach Jonah songs like Deep and Wide, Jesus Loves Me, and Baa Baa Black Sheep...

Gee whiz.

My Husband the Hoosier

A conversation this morning:

Mike: That's a picture of a wheelbarrel, Jonah.

Traci: Did you just say wheelbarrel?

Mike: What?

Traci: Wheelbarrel. Did you just say wheelbarrel?

(With a look of confusion, Mike says nothing)

Traci: It's wheelbarrow...w-h-e-e-l-b-a-r-r-o-w.

Mike smirks. He pauses.

He clearly never knew that before.