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Down the rabbit hole

So. I have told you I have a 3 year old named Jakob. With Jakob a saying has come up in our household. "Jakob Happened." And let me tell you, he sometimes, really happens. For example, last winter he turned the air conditioning on and turned it down pretty low. When you can see your breath in the house, there is something wrong. So today, Jakob Happened. "My milk is stuck in the pipe." Although he says it much cuter since his speaking isn't very good right now and it takes a bit of translating to figure out what he is saying. I look at him and ask him if I heard him correctly. "Your milk is stuck in a pipe?" You see this causes a bit of alarm right away. Two bathrooms torn up right now, both with open pipes and one with extra pipes just laying on the floor. Jakob stomps his little foot on the ground and in exasperation throws his arms out and says "yeah!" So Rick and I both run into our bathroom to see what pipe this said cup of mi

Boys and Guns

I have given in. As I lay on my back starring into nothingness, I realize that I tried to fight a fight I secretly knew I would never win. My father-in-law has bought Krischan a toy rifle and shotgun, amazingly enough with my permission. Of course I gave my permission with lots of uhh's, and umm's, and oh geez's. Then finally gave in with a "sure, why not." Whenever it gets mentioned that I am not that crazy about my kids having toy guns I end up hearing "I grew up with guns and I am fine." But are you really? Who labeled you "fine"? Maybe you just haven't snapped yet, maybe that moment hasn't come to you that will cause you to go on that rampage that ends up on Dateline Friday Night. let me step down and continue... I tried to leave them in the car thinking he might forget about them, stupid me. So after dinner out they came,the packaging torn open, and as the flurry of plastic and cardboard settled, there were two boys with gun

The things that happen while in the bathroom

It is a very windy, blowing, snowing day here and Krischans school closed. He is eight so he is playing with his friend outside in what he thinks is a winter wonderland. I just think it is a pain and am wondering if summer is ever going to get here or if I should watch "The Day After Tomorrow" so I know what I should expect, then go out and buy arctic wear so I am prepared. (Dying as a popsicle is not how I ever envisioned the end.) Back to the main point. Jakob and Kadence are inside with me and as a human being it is inevitable that one must go to the bathroom. It is the only time I can be in a room by myself. But most of the time the door does open and they invite themselves in against my protests. Not today. I hear both of them go upstairs and their little feet pitter patter into my bathroom or their bathroom, I can't tell which. And may I remind you both are torn apart.(Why finish a project we start, that is so silly!) So here I am trapped in a little room downst

The unmelted cheese of the grilled cheese

Thursdays are my long days at school. I teach (yes, they let someone like me teach) two 3 hour classes back to back and am always starving come the end of the 2nd class. Today I make the long trip home listening to the rumble in my tummy and feeling the ache in my feet because I wore heels and stood most of the time today. Won't ever do that again, no matter how good they look. (laughing hysterically, ok I lied) I make it home without hitting a deer, getting honked at, or even getting passed by an impatient driver. (Not that those three things happen to me all the time, but it sounded good as I wrote it thinking that all my drives are that treacherous.) I remember that I have some munster cheese in the fridge and I instantly think grilled cheese. Kadence is in bed, Jakob is sitting at the table eating cookie crisp cereal and Krischan is with Rick delivering bikes. All is calm and quiet for me to make my sandwich. It grills up beautifully, a nice golden brown, and so yummy looking

Martha to Mayhem

What a great morning to start the day. I was channeling Martha by working on a brownie recipe I have been trying to nail down since Christmas. ( I never work on a recipe to come up with my own) Found out that I didn't have any brown sugar so I mixed molasses and sugar together to create my own. So Martha... Then while my brownie concoction was cooking I made a luscious salad to make up for the brownie I would be devouring later. A beautiful spring mix with olive oil, bacon (not fake bacon) blue cheese (of course the Amish kind) and a touch of salt. Knowing how much I love my husband I plated him up the same salad and called him in from his shop for lunch. Jakob and Kadence were playing and having a great time, they even ate all of their lunch. Krischan, I am very sure was being his genius self at school, impressing all the teachers with his knowledge. The timer rang that it was time to take the brownie concoction out and see how it turned out. That is some ewy go

Jakob Happened

I was going to write about something else, but Jakob happened today. In the picture below you will notice a toilet... A toilet just sitting in the middle of a room on a towel... Notice the toilet isn't hooked up to anything... Why you ask? Let me tell you why. We are tiling the floor of the kids bathroom, and you can't tile around a toilet, you have to take it out and get underneath it. (And yes, the room it is in is in our torn apart master bathroom that has been torn apart for the past two years...but that is another book.) Back to Jakob happening. Jakob is 3. He sees a toilet and goes pee or poop in it. He went to the bathroom in this toilet. Thank God he didn't flush...and only peed.

It's a Monday

Monday mornings are usually slow and easily turn into PJ days during the winter. I don't teach that day so I am not required to venture out of my home, even to check the mail. Today proved why Mondays should be treated as such. The rain is coming down and since it is so cold it is on the verge of turning into a nasty sleety mess. Krischan is safely at school, after missing the bus, and my grocery list is staring me in the face telling me that if I don't go today, my family will starve by wed evening. So off Jakob, Kadence and I go for a quick jaunt to Kroger. Here is where my life kicks in. Jakob loves apples. My parents always find little nibbles out of their apples they keep on the kitchen table and I have been known to find that random apple on the floor half eaten. In the produce section with Kadence sitting patiently in the cart (not really) I am standing in front of a beautiful array of them loading a bag up. Over to my right there is a stand that is shorter with red