I don’t have a whole lot to contribute to the blog world these days. A good blog seems to have a decent balance of everyday and serious with a dash of absurd thrown in every now and again. I’m feeling none of it. Could be I’ve entered the land of Funkiliciousness the past few weeks and can’t seem to shake it. Therefore every day seems like a march of just….keep….moving…as the laundry and dishes pile themselves to amazing heights.
I’m definitely ready for some blue skies and green poking through the ground.
Some highlights of the past 6-ish weeks:
We had Chad and Amanda with us for a couple of weeks before their semi-permanent home was ready for them. It was a fun time. The kids play and played and played. Now we’re just trying to see them as much as possible before they leave for Peru….and try not to think about the fact that they’re leaving for Peru.
Evan turned four. Four. Ah. It’s killing me. I was bemoaning the fact that we don’t have any babies to Toby and he said, “Think about when they’re grown and we can just decide we want to take a weekend trip to Palm Springs.” I guess that would be fun too. I’m not sure where Palm Springs came from though.
At the beginning of the school year I found out that I’d misunderstood the re-certification requirements for my teaching credential, so I’m playing catch-up and taking 12 credits through the University of Idaho online (mostly) between now and August. Because there’s nothing else I’d rather do….or spend money on. Ha.
We got nailed in the ol’ tax department this year. Usually Toby LOVES doing taxes. This year we both had to sit and stare at the wall for a little while when we realized how much we’re going to have to pay. It wasn’t a HUGE surprise…but it still smarts a little. I know…join the club.
This is Evan and Thomas playing superheroes. (Notice the capes)
This furry little man would be Noah without both front teeth now. He discovered some hats Toby brought home from a trip he took to Russia in high school. Aaand he uses any excuse he can think of to wear them.
















I love my life…

“Thanks, but I prefer the dog food.”
The boys made her a house
And she already fits right into the morning cartoon routine.
