When Nathan woke me up before 5:30am, I was actually almost looking forward to getting up and blogging this morning. I think progress is being made in the right direction here.
So I thought I'd let you know some of the strategies I'm using to help myself get through my Candy Crush addiction and engage with my world.
1 - Plan my mornings. What this looks like for me: either at night as I'm falling asleep (which takes me a ridiculous amount of time even though I'm exhausted) or first thing in the morning after Nathan wakes me up and I lay there praying for him to fall back asleep, I think to myself, "What am I going to do this morning?"
And the answer isn't allowed to be, "I'm going to sit and play Candy Crush until the kids scream at me because they want breakfast." I tell myself that I'm going to sit in the kitchen with my laptop and read some blogs. Sometimes I think about what post I might write that morning. And I remember that every day starts with coffee. Precious, precious coffee. It's time to buy another package of the flavoured stuff to give myself that added bonus of an extra good cup.
2 - I deleted all my extra lives in Candy Crush. See, Candy Crush has this thing where you need lives to play a level. If you don't beat the level, you lose a life. But you're limited to five lives, and then you don't get more for a set amount of time. I think it's something like half an hour to the next new life. But you can give your friends lives when you connect to Facebook. I had collected quite a few - as in, like, 40 spare lives waiting to be claimed. Which meant that I could play any time I wanted, and I wasn't limited by not having any lives to use. Well, I deleted my extra lives, so I'm back to being limited to five lives at a time.
3 - I made a list of all the OTHER things I can do with my time. Normal things like cleaning and gardening and actually putting the laundry away instead of just leaving it clean and folded in the basket. The point is that when I'm feeling bored and wanting to escape, I can go to my list and find something productive to do instead of just turning to my phone.
Those are the three main things I've been doing in my attempt to spend less time on my phone. So far, so good. I've got a couple more ideas for blog posts to come, so hopefully this new morning routine will allow that to continue as well. For now, I haven't had my coffee yet, so I'm off to go pour a cup before I try to say too much more, and it comes out completely incomprehensible because my brain isn't completely awake yet.
Monday, July 08, 2013
Friday, July 05, 2013
On kicking the Candy Crush addiction
I'm trying to get back into my morning routine of starting the day by reading blogs and doing some of my own writing again. If this works out, I might actually manage to post more regularly like I keep saying I'm going to do and never actually keep doing.
I've realized that starting my day by playing Candy Crush is probably not the best way to get going in the morning. *insert sheepish grin here*
So today, I'm announcing my intention to change that up and go back to what I did back before I got pregnant with Nathan and had to deal with morning sickness and exhaustion and then he was born and my mornings just got crazy trying to deal with an infant and two other kids, one of whom needed to be on a bus three days a week at 8 o'clock, and I was still exhausted because of lack of sleep -- and really, that hasn't changed -- but I need to do SOMETHING other than being a tired zombie playing on my phone. I don't want my children to remember me as the mom who was always on her phone.
Maybe being on my laptop isn't much of a change, but it sure is a heck of a lot more productive, and for some reason I don't feel quite as zoned out when I'm reading blogs and writing. My brain is more engaged, and it's not quite as frustrating when I get interrupted.
My name is Marleah, and I'm addicted to Candy Crush. But I'm not going to let a game take me away from engaging in my real life. So I'm putting the phone down in the mornings, and I'm going back to a routine that worked well for me. Boo-yah.
Hopefully more to come soon...
I've realized that starting my day by playing Candy Crush is probably not the best way to get going in the morning. *insert sheepish grin here*
So today, I'm announcing my intention to change that up and go back to what I did back before I got pregnant with Nathan and had to deal with morning sickness and exhaustion and then he was born and my mornings just got crazy trying to deal with an infant and two other kids, one of whom needed to be on a bus three days a week at 8 o'clock, and I was still exhausted because of lack of sleep -- and really, that hasn't changed -- but I need to do SOMETHING other than being a tired zombie playing on my phone. I don't want my children to remember me as the mom who was always on her phone.
Maybe being on my laptop isn't much of a change, but it sure is a heck of a lot more productive, and for some reason I don't feel quite as zoned out when I'm reading blogs and writing. My brain is more engaged, and it's not quite as frustrating when I get interrupted.
My name is Marleah, and I'm addicted to Candy Crush. But I'm not going to let a game take me away from engaging in my real life. So I'm putting the phone down in the mornings, and I'm going back to a routine that worked well for me. Boo-yah.
Hopefully more to come soon...
Friday, June 21, 2013
Remembering...
Friday, May 24, 2013
So much for Nathan sleeping better...
I had a moment of deep thinking the other day while we were doing a day with a lot of driving - thoughts about saying good-bye and being too busy to notice life changing and then finally when you slow down, you feel like everything's changed, and you need to adjust but you're not entirely sure how because really, life is just going on the same as it always has, it's just you that feels different.
Anyway, I had intentions of writing a semi-decent blog post about it all, but then Nathan started sleeping crappy again, and my brain power significantly diminished with the ensuing lack of sleep. It's a small miracle I'm writing today because he had me up for over two hours last night when he just didn't want to go back to sleep after waking up at 12:45am. And then I got into a somewhat heated discussion with God about how it was time for Him to step in and take over because I was at my wit's end, and how was I supposed to be a good mother to my other two children in the morning when I had to be up all night with a baby that was perfectly fine in all other ways but just refused to sleep??
I wish I could tell you how that conversation ended, but my sleep-deprived brain can't really remember. I think I managed to not get too angry for once, and I'm pretty sure Nathan fell asleep eventually, but I think I also ended up patting his back until he did so, so I have no idea if God was involved in the process or not. All I know is, it was a very short hour and a half later that he was awake again, so I finally took him into my bed, got him back to sleep, and had myself a short little nap before the cat came in and tried to wake us both up. Darn cat.
Another completely random and unrelated thing of note, my daughter's new backpack has a little hole in it made specifically for headphones. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I am certain, though, she won't be using it any time soon.
That's all for today...
Anyway, I had intentions of writing a semi-decent blog post about it all, but then Nathan started sleeping crappy again, and my brain power significantly diminished with the ensuing lack of sleep. It's a small miracle I'm writing today because he had me up for over two hours last night when he just didn't want to go back to sleep after waking up at 12:45am. And then I got into a somewhat heated discussion with God about how it was time for Him to step in and take over because I was at my wit's end, and how was I supposed to be a good mother to my other two children in the morning when I had to be up all night with a baby that was perfectly fine in all other ways but just refused to sleep??
I wish I could tell you how that conversation ended, but my sleep-deprived brain can't really remember. I think I managed to not get too angry for once, and I'm pretty sure Nathan fell asleep eventually, but I think I also ended up patting his back until he did so, so I have no idea if God was involved in the process or not. All I know is, it was a very short hour and a half later that he was awake again, so I finally took him into my bed, got him back to sleep, and had myself a short little nap before the cat came in and tried to wake us both up. Darn cat.
Another completely random and unrelated thing of note, my daughter's new backpack has a little hole in it made specifically for headphones. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I am certain, though, she won't be using it any time soon.
That's all for today...
Monday, May 20, 2013
Kick-starting my brain
I've been thinking over the last few days that maybe it's time to start getting more blog posts out there again. I think it helps to see my Dad blogging so regularly. It's funny though - when I used to blog so regularly, my brain was constantly thinking of posts to write, and throughout my day to day activities, in the back of my mind I would be writing posts to (hopefully) type up later.
My brain seems to have been shut off because I don't do that so much anymore. Maybe it's because I'm so tired...
But last night, Nathan had the best sleep he's had since he was an infant, if not the best sleep he's had ever. His first feeding wasn't until 2:45 -- and he didn't wake up even once before that!! Frankly, he's a pretty crummy sleeper and usually wakes up several times through the night. This has given me hope that maybe there is improvement in sight, and maybe I may start being a little less sleep deprived.
Which means maybe my brain will start working properly again.
Or maybe it won't because somehow being a Mommy permanently changes the way your brain works because now you suddenly have to keep track of all kinds of random details about your children that don't really have major significance but still need to be remembered, like diaper schedules and how much food they've been eating and what letter day it is at school today or if they even have school that day.
What's interesting to me is how I've noticed that as I consider re-starting my blogging habit, I am doing more of the post-writing thing in my head the way I used to. It feels a bit like I'm forcing it instead of it coming naturally the way it used to, but it has me wondering if that is how it is to a certain extent, a habit that I need to re-develop instead of waiting for it to just come. Maybe my brain just needs a bit of a kick-start.
Maybe I need to change the way I blog a bit, plan out my posts a little more intentionally, or do like Dad, and just write shorter posts. I do need to write about my garden at some point, hopefully with pictures. It's changed quite a bit since my last post about it. Every now and then I make something new in the kitchen, and I keep meaning to take pictures while I cook, so hopefully I can get better at that, too. Apparently crock pot bread is a real hit, so maybe I can find something else to do in the crock pot that people will like, too. :)
Anyway, at least for a start, you have a new post for today. We'll see if I actually get any better at posting regularly... (I just re-read my post -- there's a lot of "maybes" in here...)
My brain seems to have been shut off because I don't do that so much anymore. Maybe it's because I'm so tired...
But last night, Nathan had the best sleep he's had since he was an infant, if not the best sleep he's had ever. His first feeding wasn't until 2:45 -- and he didn't wake up even once before that!! Frankly, he's a pretty crummy sleeper and usually wakes up several times through the night. This has given me hope that maybe there is improvement in sight, and maybe I may start being a little less sleep deprived.
Which means maybe my brain will start working properly again.
Or maybe it won't because somehow being a Mommy permanently changes the way your brain works because now you suddenly have to keep track of all kinds of random details about your children that don't really have major significance but still need to be remembered, like diaper schedules and how much food they've been eating and what letter day it is at school today or if they even have school that day.
What's interesting to me is how I've noticed that as I consider re-starting my blogging habit, I am doing more of the post-writing thing in my head the way I used to. It feels a bit like I'm forcing it instead of it coming naturally the way it used to, but it has me wondering if that is how it is to a certain extent, a habit that I need to re-develop instead of waiting for it to just come. Maybe my brain just needs a bit of a kick-start.
Maybe I need to change the way I blog a bit, plan out my posts a little more intentionally, or do like Dad, and just write shorter posts. I do need to write about my garden at some point, hopefully with pictures. It's changed quite a bit since my last post about it. Every now and then I make something new in the kitchen, and I keep meaning to take pictures while I cook, so hopefully I can get better at that, too. Apparently crock pot bread is a real hit, so maybe I can find something else to do in the crock pot that people will like, too. :)
Anyway, at least for a start, you have a new post for today. We'll see if I actually get any better at posting regularly... (I just re-read my post -- there's a lot of "maybes" in here...)
Thursday, May 16, 2013
With sadness...
It's been probably our busiest week of the entire year, and my mind has been anywhere but on everything I've had to do.
It's hard to focus when I consider the events of the past few days and the nightmare that the Bosma family is experiencing. My "trials" seem so trivial in comparison.
And somehow, my life keeps moving on. I keep doing those seeming millions of things that need to be done this week - meetings, parties, prep for All Ontario Youth Convention, Reuben's first field day at school... But it's all tainted with a bit of sadness, and in the back of mind, I continue in prayers for a woman I've never met, this brave woman who speaks boldly to the public about the her husband that will never be forgotten while choking back tears and asking for prayers for herself and her daughter.
It all hits a little too close to home, and I can't help wondering if I would be so brave if it were me facing such horrific loss.
Please pray with me, that in the days, weeks, months and years ahead God will continue to provide this family with the strength, comfort and peace only He can bring.
It's hard to focus when I consider the events of the past few days and the nightmare that the Bosma family is experiencing. My "trials" seem so trivial in comparison.
And somehow, my life keeps moving on. I keep doing those seeming millions of things that need to be done this week - meetings, parties, prep for All Ontario Youth Convention, Reuben's first field day at school... But it's all tainted with a bit of sadness, and in the back of mind, I continue in prayers for a woman I've never met, this brave woman who speaks boldly to the public about the her husband that will never be forgotten while choking back tears and asking for prayers for herself and her daughter.
It all hits a little too close to home, and I can't help wondering if I would be so brave if it were me facing such horrific loss.
Please pray with me, that in the days, weeks, months and years ahead God will continue to provide this family with the strength, comfort and peace only He can bring.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Help Find Tim Bosma
I don't know if this will help or not, but this family needs our prayers. I watched the statement made by Tim's wife yesterday, and I couldn't help but be in tears. The little things I complain about through my day seem so trivial to the nightmare she must be going through right now. If anyone out there reading this knows anything about where Tim or his truck might be, please call the numbers on the poster below. Repost and share with your friends so we can get the word out everywhere for people to keep looking for Tim and his truck.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Of spring cleaning and fixing up basements
I've been thinking for a while now that it was about time for me to write another post. I can't say that I've felt particularly inspired by anything that makes me overflow with words, but since that last time I said anything was just before Christmas, and it's now the middle of April, it's high time for an update.
Nathan is almost 10 months old. Eek! When did that happen? He eats solids like a champ, has three almost four teeth, sits up amazingly on his own, and loves his Jolly Jumper. He is nowhere near sleeping through the night yet, but I have, for the most part, accepted that it is my current lot in life to live in a sleep-deprived haze, and so have managed, again for the most part, to move through the phase of post-partum depression I wrote about last fall. There are still good days and bad days, as will always be when parenting small children, but the bad days are not quite so miserable, and I'm able to enjoy the good days with a bit more energy.
Speaking of energy, I'm actually motivated enough this year to do some spring cleaning. And when I say "some", I actually mean I made a plan to systematically go through each room of the house and clean absolutely everything. Even the walls and ceilings. Even going through the closets and organizing them. I just might even find a day to steam clean the carpet in the living room. I got some spectacular new cleaning products that have encouraged me in my motivation to clean, and I think it is making all the difference. :)
Also, we got the work done in the basement we were planning. Well, we didn't do the carpet yet because carpeting is expensive. But we did get a wall put up on the side of the stairway that was open to the furnace, and we put in some new light fixtures to brighten it up so the kids will be more comfortable going down there. We also cleaned out all the junk in the room down there and painted it a darkish blue that goes well with the white trim. Most of the toys have been moved downstairs, as well as the carpet from the toy room until we can install carpeting. We also had an old TV and VCR that we hooked up for the kids to watch videos if they want occasionally. Tim just needs to finish putting in the subfloor at the bottom of the stairs and putting up the drywall on the furnace room side of the wall, but the space is now usable for the kids as a playroom, albeit a bit on the cold side. I'm sure they'll be thankful for that when the weather gets hot in the summer.
Anyway, I'd say more by way of update, but all three kids are up, and Nathan's fourth tooth-yet-to-come is making him miserable. It's also a school day, and we now have about an hour to get Reuben out the door onto the bus. So I hope you've enjoyed the update, and I'll try to find some inspiration for posts a little more frequently. Maybe you'll get some gardening or food posts...
Nathan is almost 10 months old. Eek! When did that happen? He eats solids like a champ, has three almost four teeth, sits up amazingly on his own, and loves his Jolly Jumper. He is nowhere near sleeping through the night yet, but I have, for the most part, accepted that it is my current lot in life to live in a sleep-deprived haze, and so have managed, again for the most part, to move through the phase of post-partum depression I wrote about last fall. There are still good days and bad days, as will always be when parenting small children, but the bad days are not quite so miserable, and I'm able to enjoy the good days with a bit more energy.
Speaking of energy, I'm actually motivated enough this year to do some spring cleaning. And when I say "some", I actually mean I made a plan to systematically go through each room of the house and clean absolutely everything. Even the walls and ceilings. Even going through the closets and organizing them. I just might even find a day to steam clean the carpet in the living room. I got some spectacular new cleaning products that have encouraged me in my motivation to clean, and I think it is making all the difference. :)
Also, we got the work done in the basement we were planning. Well, we didn't do the carpet yet because carpeting is expensive. But we did get a wall put up on the side of the stairway that was open to the furnace, and we put in some new light fixtures to brighten it up so the kids will be more comfortable going down there. We also cleaned out all the junk in the room down there and painted it a darkish blue that goes well with the white trim. Most of the toys have been moved downstairs, as well as the carpet from the toy room until we can install carpeting. We also had an old TV and VCR that we hooked up for the kids to watch videos if they want occasionally. Tim just needs to finish putting in the subfloor at the bottom of the stairs and putting up the drywall on the furnace room side of the wall, but the space is now usable for the kids as a playroom, albeit a bit on the cold side. I'm sure they'll be thankful for that when the weather gets hot in the summer.
Anyway, I'd say more by way of update, but all three kids are up, and Nathan's fourth tooth-yet-to-come is making him miserable. It's also a school day, and we now have about an hour to get Reuben out the door onto the bus. So I hope you've enjoyed the update, and I'll try to find some inspiration for posts a little more frequently. Maybe you'll get some gardening or food posts...
Friday, December 14, 2012
On Santa and faith...(with a little ranting mixed in)
Our house is all decorated for Christmas now. Thanks to my mother-in-law, I've got some nice greenery and bows for above the fireplace and some stuff for the railing around our front porch. We've got our tree, and the kids had fun decorating it. It's not too bottom-heavy... ;) It's a nice tree, and the house smells great, the way Christmas is meant to smell.
We got our tree at Home Depot. Not a particularly exciting place to go for a tree, but it's close and not too expensive, and they have decent trees.
Unfortunately, an experience we had with the sales lady this year left me with a funny taste in my mouth.
She was a nice enough lady, and I'm sure she meant well, but since when is it her right to try to convince my daughter that Santa Claus is real?
Let me explain. We had our tree picked out and went inside to get the lady to come wrap it up for us. As seems to be the usual practice any time we go anywhere in these days leading up to Christmas, the sales lady had to ask our kids something about if they were ready for Santa to come or some such nonsense. We've never done the Santa thing in our house; we want our kids to know where the presents really come from so they can be appropriately thankful to the givers, not to mention we want the focus to be on the real reason for the season, Jesus's birthday.
So naturally, Reuben pipes up quite loudly, "There is no Santa!" The lady was just appalled at this, (and I couldn't tell if she was seriously appalled or just playing it up a bit to try to keep up the allusion that there really is a Santa), but she proceeded to try to convince the kids there is a Santa, and the kids kept saying, "No, there's no Santa." Finally, we just stepped in and said, "Okay, kids, that's enough."
I had hoped the conversation was over at that point. Heh.
We were walking outside to where the tree was ready to go, and the lady decided it was okay for her to take Kaylee aside, deliberately leaving Reuben behind (the more vocal objector of the two), and whispered in her ear, "Don't you listen to what anyone else says. If you believe there's a Santa, then there's a Santa. Do you believe?" And Kaylee apparently replied, "Yes." (The sales lady then came and told me what she had said to Kaylee.)
I think the lady might have thought she was helping because she later made a comment that she had kids and grandkids, and I sensed that she's had to deal with older children popping younger children's "belief in Santa" bubbles before, but neither of our children have ever believed in Santa, (not that we've encouraged at least, if anything we've deliberately discouraged it). There was no bubble being popped, and if anything, she just created a difficult and confusing situation for my poor 3-year-old little girl.
We ended up having a conversation in the van on the drive home about the real meaning of Christmas, how we believe in God and Jesus, not Santa, and Christmas is about Jesus's birthday. I think we got the message across, but I also think that Kaylee was a bit upset by the whole thing.
When I look back on the situation, I get a sick feeling in my stomach. I wish I hadn't let that lady take Kaylee aside. I should have been more protective of her and not let some stranger take her away from me and whisper in her ear.
It's also caused me to consider a little more closely the whole thing about faith and how to talk to our kids about what we believe. I mean really, the difference between faith in God and faith in Santa is not so far a leap as far as believing in something you can't see goes. So I had to think about how to explain to the kids why we believe in one and not the other. I am so thankful for the Bible!
I'm equally annoyed that our society puts So.Much.Emphasis on Santa Claus. Especially since the prevailing sentiment is that Santa isn't actually real, that he's just something for little kids to believe in. Why in the world is it so important to set our little ones up for disappointment? Fine, have some nice stories about Santa at Christmas time; I won't make too much of a fuss. But for the love, don't expect me or my children to ACTUALLY believe that he's real, and you darn well better not step in to try and convince my child that Santa is real if he or she is telling you he is not. It is MY job to teach them what to believe about Santa, not yours.
Anyway, enough ranting. I think, I hope, I pray that Reuben and Kaylee got the message about what the true meaning of Christmas is. It's so hard to know how much they understand and what they think about all of it at this age. And now I know what to prepare for when Nathan gets a little older, and people start trying to convince him that Santa is real...
We got our tree at Home Depot. Not a particularly exciting place to go for a tree, but it's close and not too expensive, and they have decent trees.
Unfortunately, an experience we had with the sales lady this year left me with a funny taste in my mouth.
She was a nice enough lady, and I'm sure she meant well, but since when is it her right to try to convince my daughter that Santa Claus is real?
Let me explain. We had our tree picked out and went inside to get the lady to come wrap it up for us. As seems to be the usual practice any time we go anywhere in these days leading up to Christmas, the sales lady had to ask our kids something about if they were ready for Santa to come or some such nonsense. We've never done the Santa thing in our house; we want our kids to know where the presents really come from so they can be appropriately thankful to the givers, not to mention we want the focus to be on the real reason for the season, Jesus's birthday.
So naturally, Reuben pipes up quite loudly, "There is no Santa!" The lady was just appalled at this, (and I couldn't tell if she was seriously appalled or just playing it up a bit to try to keep up the allusion that there really is a Santa), but she proceeded to try to convince the kids there is a Santa, and the kids kept saying, "No, there's no Santa." Finally, we just stepped in and said, "Okay, kids, that's enough."
I had hoped the conversation was over at that point. Heh.
We were walking outside to where the tree was ready to go, and the lady decided it was okay for her to take Kaylee aside, deliberately leaving Reuben behind (the more vocal objector of the two), and whispered in her ear, "Don't you listen to what anyone else says. If you believe there's a Santa, then there's a Santa. Do you believe?" And Kaylee apparently replied, "Yes." (The sales lady then came and told me what she had said to Kaylee.)
I think the lady might have thought she was helping because she later made a comment that she had kids and grandkids, and I sensed that she's had to deal with older children popping younger children's "belief in Santa" bubbles before, but neither of our children have ever believed in Santa, (not that we've encouraged at least, if anything we've deliberately discouraged it). There was no bubble being popped, and if anything, she just created a difficult and confusing situation for my poor 3-year-old little girl.
We ended up having a conversation in the van on the drive home about the real meaning of Christmas, how we believe in God and Jesus, not Santa, and Christmas is about Jesus's birthday. I think we got the message across, but I also think that Kaylee was a bit upset by the whole thing.
When I look back on the situation, I get a sick feeling in my stomach. I wish I hadn't let that lady take Kaylee aside. I should have been more protective of her and not let some stranger take her away from me and whisper in her ear.
It's also caused me to consider a little more closely the whole thing about faith and how to talk to our kids about what we believe. I mean really, the difference between faith in God and faith in Santa is not so far a leap as far as believing in something you can't see goes. So I had to think about how to explain to the kids why we believe in one and not the other. I am so thankful for the Bible!
I'm equally annoyed that our society puts So.Much.Emphasis on Santa Claus. Especially since the prevailing sentiment is that Santa isn't actually real, that he's just something for little kids to believe in. Why in the world is it so important to set our little ones up for disappointment? Fine, have some nice stories about Santa at Christmas time; I won't make too much of a fuss. But for the love, don't expect me or my children to ACTUALLY believe that he's real, and you darn well better not step in to try and convince my child that Santa is real if he or she is telling you he is not. It is MY job to teach them what to believe about Santa, not yours.
Anyway, enough ranting. I think, I hope, I pray that Reuben and Kaylee got the message about what the true meaning of Christmas is. It's so hard to know how much they understand and what they think about all of it at this age. And now I know what to prepare for when Nathan gets a little older, and people start trying to convince him that Santa is real...
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Odds and Ends
It's funny the random things that give inspiration for a post. Like today, I don't really have anything in particular that I wanted to say, but my sister posted last night, and it made me feel like posting, too.
Back to having nothing really to say, it means you're going to end up with a post full of odds and ends. Here goes:
We will probably go get our Christmas tree today. This year, Christmas means that Nathan is six months old and starting solids. Already. I need to remember to enjoy this time before he gets mobile because next Christmas, he's probably going to be walking and trying to take all the ornaments off the tree. But maybe next year he'll be sleeping better, and I won't feel quite so sleep deprived.
I've discovered the awesomeness of making broth for soup in my crock pot. As in, we deep-fried a turkey, and I put the bones etc. in the crock pot overnight and made broth. And I bought a whole chicken, cooked it in the crock pot, got some great meat off it, and then made broth with the bones. One of these days I will remember to take pictures of the process so I can post about it.
We are planning to finish off the unfinished room in our basement. I have plans to repaint it, and we need to put in some carpeting. We also want to extend the subfloor to in front of the bottom of the stairs, carpet the stairs, and put some new lighting in the stairwell so the kids will feel like it's not so creepy to go down there by themselves. But first things first, it needs to be emptied of all our junk. This will be our winter project this year.
Well, the kids are done breakfast. I can only buy myself so much time in the mornings. More coffee is needed...
Back to having nothing really to say, it means you're going to end up with a post full of odds and ends. Here goes:
We will probably go get our Christmas tree today. This year, Christmas means that Nathan is six months old and starting solids. Already. I need to remember to enjoy this time before he gets mobile because next Christmas, he's probably going to be walking and trying to take all the ornaments off the tree. But maybe next year he'll be sleeping better, and I won't feel quite so sleep deprived.
I've discovered the awesomeness of making broth for soup in my crock pot. As in, we deep-fried a turkey, and I put the bones etc. in the crock pot overnight and made broth. And I bought a whole chicken, cooked it in the crock pot, got some great meat off it, and then made broth with the bones. One of these days I will remember to take pictures of the process so I can post about it.
We are planning to finish off the unfinished room in our basement. I have plans to repaint it, and we need to put in some carpeting. We also want to extend the subfloor to in front of the bottom of the stairs, carpet the stairs, and put some new lighting in the stairwell so the kids will feel like it's not so creepy to go down there by themselves. But first things first, it needs to be emptied of all our junk. This will be our winter project this year.
Well, the kids are done breakfast. I can only buy myself so much time in the mornings. More coffee is needed...
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