Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Icky Icky

About a month ago our little house became victims of a stomach bug. Gabriel and Abigail were the hardest to console, after all their poor little bodies had never been through the violent muscle lurching that comes with a night hugging a bucket. However they bounced back in fine form with only ten loads of laundry and a new vocab word to mark the occasion. That word is "icky".

Sadly the poor little man has had bountiful opportunity to use his new found expression of ill health. The terrible cold that has been making the rounds through our area has hit the wee man full force. He is still a chattering ball of energetic determination. His chattering just happens to now sound like a frog serenade and the majority of his energy is put forth trying to convince me the watching Monsters, Inc. for the 500th time really would be a great way to spend the day.

While we hunker down with the kiddos, attempting to ease them past the newest icky to strike, all house projects sit in limbo. The new kitchen bench, grouting the kitchen tile, landscaping the front yard, and replanting my vegetable gardens can wait.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

First Impressions

I believe in positive first impressions. As such, let me attempt to introduce my little household in the most flattering light possible.

This is me. Megan, aka the mom, aka the crafter, aka that crazy woman who intentionally had kids 18 months apart.

This is the hubbs. Trent, aka dad, aka the handyman, aka the gifted wood worker, aka the man responsible for making the visions my children and I have a reality

This is the eldest. Gabriel, aka the little man that made me a mom, aka monkey, aka mischief maker.

And this little chick a dee is Abigail. Aka, little love, aka miss cranky butt, aka puffalump.

We live in a little house full of big projects. Rounding out our little family is my teenage brother, Nicholas (who has a strong aversion to being photographed), two old cranky cats, and a crankier old mutt of a dog. We fill our days with laughs, food, tantrums, meltdowns, hugs, and a to do list the size of Santas' naughty/nice list.

My hope it to use this place as a space to document our day to day lives as the kiddos grow, the to do list shrinks (ha!) and we all continue to grow together as a family. Maybe I will make some new friends, share some great tips, and grow along the way.