my social butterfly

ronnie called me on his way home from work

and asked if i cared if him and a friend went out to dinner.

um, no.

i kind of called ronnie out in my last post for

never really wanting to do much socializing.

so the combo of a weekend out with his friends

followed up by a night of pizza and beer is

the most action ronnie's had in awhile.

who is the little social butterfly?

i love it.

not just because its good for ronnie to get out of the house,

but because i get a night to myself too.

and it makes me feel less guilty when i call in my turn for a girls night.

plus i took advantage and drove brette and i to DQ

and got us some ice cream,

(by us, i mean me.)

and now i'm in bed,

with a blizzard,

getting ready to read a book.

this is the life.

ronnie really needs to go out more often.

who wants to invite him to dinner next week?

i promise he's a good time.

 

 

weekend bliss

i was gone all weekend.

(another excuse as to why nothing was

shared on my blog for a whole week.)

i rushed home after work on friday,

ronnie and brette were ready and waiting

and we took off for warrensburg.

we made it in time to have dinner with my parents and

spend the night at their house.

 

[side note: my mom hung beach towels over the

window in the room brette sleeps in.

it was pitch black and she slept

 past 8:00am both mornings. 

what. the. hell.

i told ronnie that we are immediately hanging

towels over her windows when we got home.]

 

the next morning ronnie and i left to go to the

lake of the ozarks for the day with his friends.

it was such a good time.

ronald hardly ever does anything with his friends.

i don't know why he's such a homebody

because he has fun once we're there,

but sometimes its hard to talk him into being social.

totally not an issue i understand.

i mean,

he gets a whole day to not

work on the house

mow the yard

wash the cars

pack our house

change a diaper.

nothing.

and its nice to do nothing every once in awhile.

 it was good just to get out of town for the day,

cruise around on a boat and

r e l a x.

so nice.

sure, it was blazing hot and my hair looked like a rats nest,

but i managed to coat my albino skin with

enough sunscreen and made it out without burning myself to a crisp.

plus my hair eventually made it back to normal,

but not without me busting out some scissors to cut out some knots.

seriously, my hair was cray-cray.

and yes, we did go out to dinner after we got off the boat

looking like a bunch of homeless (and maybe drunk) scavengers,

but it was fun.

 

 

 

 

we got back to my parents in time for bed

and woke up the next morning,

threw all our stuff in the car and headed back home

to celebrate miss eden turning two.

and what an adorable two year old she is.

we got to visit with friends we hadn't seen in awhile

and even met new future friends for brette.

plus its always fun to see my family and

hang out for the afternoon.

 

 

 but yeah,

we were busy.

all fun stuff,

so i didn't mind.

 

hope you had a nice weekend too!

 

 

 

write me

did you think i gave up on my blog?

sorry about that.

i've actually started a new schedule at work

and its throwing me off my game.

one of the girls i work with had a baby so

for the next six weeks

i work my regular monday and friday,

but i also work tuesday, wednesday and thursday,

but only from noon to two so i can help cover lunch breaks.

i know it doesn't seem like a lot,

but brette naps from 9:45 until 11:30.

we have to leave the house at 11:30 in order for me to

be at brian and jaime's house by a quarter till

so i can drop off brette and be at work by 12:00.

(ps- big props to my s-i-l who watches brette for me!!!)

i get off at 2:00, pick up brette and get home around 2:30.

and then its nap time until about 4:30.

ronnie gets home at 5:15.

then dinner.

then clean up.

then bathtime.

then bedtime.

and whew.

my day is over.

 

honestly, i have some spare time to write,

but with all the running around i do,

there's not much to write about.

so instead,

i'll just make excuses and share a few snapshots of b.

 

happy?

 

 

 

 

what's behind door #2

there is technically no need for toys.

oh sure, we have fun playing with all of brette's,

but i'm pretty sure we could get by without them.
toys or toiletries?
she picks toiletries every time. 

brette has a particular fondness for bathroom cabinets.

e v e r y d a y  we play in the bathroom.

over and over she takes out all the items to either

study or put in her mouth.

i have found it very useful when trying to get ready.

she just plays at my feet.

we removed all the cleaning products,

but the rest we let her go to town on.

whatever works, right?

 

 

 

 

 

now excuse me, i have about 200 things to pick up off my floor.

another school year

i get serious joy from all the

first-day-of-school photos on facebook.

all the kiddos are adorable.

i literally cannot wait for the day that brette

is standing proudly on our front porch getting ready to start kindergarten.

i love, love, love the anticipation of a new school year.

i was the kid that was too excited to sleep

and was pumped to get to school.

i. loved. school.

i met kassie on my first day of kindergarten

and all these years later, we're still bff's.

that's right people,

your kid might have just met their lifelong friend today.

that's huge.

 

and since its thursday,

i thought i'd do a little

 schoolday throwback of my own.

 

first,

 brian's first day of kindergarten. (1987)

seriously.

what is that outfit?

 

and i was too young for school,

but i never passed up a chance to pose for a picture.

 

and now, my first day of kindergarten. (1989)

 

(i know my brother looks like a future serial killer,

but he just hated getting his picture taken.

i don't think we have one with him smiling until he was in high school.)

 

notice that my mom and i are matching?

she was the kindergarten art teacher

and apparently i made her match me

since we were going to be in the same building.

obviously, my fashion sense has evolved.

(everyone nod your head.)

 

i hope everyone that had littles (and bigs) go off to school,

 also had evenings filled

with exciting stories of their amazing first day.

 

 

 



our next house

ronnie and i cannot decide for the life of us

what we want for our next home.

for  y e a r s  we have been looking for a house with some

acreage that we could fix up and make our own.

now, ronald is o.v.e.r working on a house.

he says he just wants to come home from work and relax.

hang out with me and brette and not be

busting his ass trying to fix something.

i get it.

i totally do.

we spent the first three years at this house renovating.

i understand that he's burnt out,

but that kind of messes up our my plans.

he wants something move-in ready.

but we can't afford something that's move-in ready AND on land.

booooooo.

so, in lees summit, that pretty much leaves us with two options:

buy a cookie-cutter house or build our own.

i decided that we should totally build.

i found land.

i found house plans. 

i put an offer on 10 acres and they accepted.

this is gonna work!

 

(only, one small problem.)

land is expensive.

building a house is expensive.

we have to do dirt work,

put in a septic system,

and lay a driveway

all before we ever spend a dime on the house.

i'm not certain that we will be able to build

the house that i want once all of this is added up.

and now ronnie is sending me listings for regular, old,

cookie cutter houses in neighborhoods.

are they nice?

for sure.

would ronnie have to do anything?

not a thing.

would brette love it?

of course.

but its not really what i want.

 

is this the part where i take one for the team?

i'm dragging my feet,

but i'm trying to come around to the idea.

the thought of picking between a beige or dark beige house is killing me.

 

 

the low down on the lock down

we had some bad luck today.

 

my mom watches brette on mondays

so i can go to work.

she called me around 6:30 because she was on the

side of the highway with a flat tire.

dad was out for his morning walk

so she had to wait around until he got back

home to let him know she needed help.

great.

but, not a huge problem.

i can take brette in with me until

my mom is able to come pick her up

and she thought she would be in town

between 7:30 and 8:00.

i packed toys, books and breakfast

and headed to work with brette in tow.

when i got there i threw my keys in my purse

and got out to walk around to the other side

to get her.

oh and i punched the lock button as i closed the door.

whaaa?

ahhhhhhhhhhh.

i tried all the doors and of course they were locked

and my purse is sitting on the front seat.

keys. phone. food.

mother fucker.

so i ran inside the bank.

(it felt  t o t a l l y  weird leaving her outside)

and called 9-1-1.

oh hey, just letting you know i locked my baby in my car.

k, thanks.

and then i ran back outside to stand guard.

we played a little peek-a-boo through the window

and in no time at all a police officer showed up.

and then another.

and another.

brette just sat there and watched all the men trying

to open my doors.

she was totally chill.

i really was too.

it wasn't hot and she wasn't crying

so i wasn't feeling completely heinous.

and my mom showed up and kept watch with me.

brette did start to get a little fussy

when they left her side of the car to try the other side because

she couldn't really see anything and she was ready to get out.

they finally managed to get the car unlocked

after about 20 minutes.

 

free at last.

free at last.

thank god almighty, free at last.

 

too much?

well, i was happy.

now hand me my baby.