white trash wendy

“white trash wendy always parks in my spot. white trash wendy, you used to be hot…”

my dad pulled up to park in front of my house the other day and gideon chirped up in the back, “oh no! white trash wendy parked in your spot.” naturally, he wanted to know “who is white trash wendy?” well we have no idea. only that her name isn’t “wendy” and she has a butt ugly car that she has parked in my front yard for the last two years, she smokes like a chimney and is quite fond of hair scrunchies.

and maybe ty stuffed animals. in any case, she inspired my dad to write a song about her and now the little boys run around singing it and asking, “why white trash wendy used to be hot?”

“white trash wendy always parks in my spot. white trash wendy, you used to be hot. now you’re working overtime and getting nowhere. your car don’t shine and you don’t seem to care. white trash wendy, it’s too late to go home. yes, children are spendy when you’re all alone. white trash wendy, you were too young to know. what you thought was trendy was just the wrong raod. now you’re just getting by, there’s no money to burn. the lessons of life you’re just starting to learn. white trash wendy where did you go wrong? was it at school or was it at home? but you can make a u-turn you can get a new start. you can open god’s word and get out of the dark.”

i’m sure she’d be flattered. but let’s just keep it among ourselves, eh?

spareegrass

boy chatted me from work after lunch yesterday (when he was well out of range), “found a great big moth in the asparagus, put it in the compost for you.” this was, of course, after we had all eaten the asparagus. the little monster was the size of a humming bird.  how did i miss it?

it was glad to be out of the refrigerator in any case. i’m on my way over to the house this morning to paint more cupboards. leaving all the kids here with my nanny extraordinaire.

i’m afraid it’s been a slow go these last few days, but you can check it out on the picasa.

“hello, my name is inigo montoya…”

grandma gayla gets after me for posting only strange pictures of the baby. but i can’t help, she is such an odd little thing.

i thought it was so funny when boy called her “inigo montoya” the other day. usually nicknames are more in the range of “my sweet little poppet” and “muffin butt.” but different strokes for different folks, i guess. if only he didn’t tack “you killed my father, prepare to die” on to the end of it, then it would be sweeter. maybe.

in other news, my little sister natalie is here along with tree papa. still slaving away. just put up some new pictures and the floors are done. hooray. next monster project, making big dishwasher fit in small hole. we’ll see.

the boys like their aunt natalie.

sneak peak

yep, there’s boy sanding the floor with a little block sander. and look, there he is staining it with a little foam brush. now you know why it’s taking all day. but here is a sneak peak of the new stain. i think i like it. when it’s all done we’ll throw up some very white baseboards and it should look sharp.

and of course, the mandatory baby pose. can’t sign off without reminding y’all that i have the cutest baby ever. sigh. what a doll.  what a nose.  i love it.

up to date

this is the baby’s hand. and nose. both are cute.

i finally updated the picasa album, if you want to see how the remodel is going. haven’t done anything the last two days, but tonight we are going to do some touch up sanding on the floor and start laying down some stain. i also put a new video in the sidebar. you can see my mother wandering around in it very terse in looks. the boys had to be kept in the bedroom because both grandmas were deathly afraid of them falling down the spiral stairs. anyways, i was just over there this afternoon and the first thing jehu did was fall and splat on the concrete. maybe i shouldn’t have said, “sure, play on the stairs all you want.” hopefully they’ll prove to be fast learners.

chinless baby

are all newborns stoic/verging on grumpy? i can’t remember. but so far, that’s as close as i can gauge her personality. maybe she will just take after her uncle doug.

boy took these pictures the other day. he calls them the “ding-bat flowers.” but hooray for the return of natural light. it was a cold, dark, unphotogenic winter.

in other news, my family left this afternoon. it’s very lonesome around here without the mongol horde. but not that lonesome. the house is coming along well enough. we need to get the floors refinished this week and hopefully plumb in my new dishwasher and do some cabinet work. maybe we’ll be able to start moving stuff over by the 23rd.

baby grill

it’s the up to date nick name. it’s fun to watch them evolve. not quite sure how the boys became “scroms.” i guess i should have paid better attention.

i’m keeping a log of day to day progress in the sidebar. the living room is supposed to be painted today and the kitchen textured. i will post it tonight when it’s done. can’t wait to see. any thoughts about this for the floor? it’s really dark, but i think it’s the only thing that will cover all the stains and screw holes.

crazy

we won’t have much for blogging this week. i’ve got 7 people camping in my living room. actually, one of them is sleeping under the kitchen table. everyone is here working on our new house. i will take pictures and keep my picasa updated (if you want to see our gritty progress). other than that, here is my charming son in his new hat.

(my other son got a new hat too, but he wasn’t as charming. sorry grandma.)

baby goes to church

she was a little alien in a pink poofy dress.

with tights too. it was very awful.

it’s never too early to learn that beauty requires pain. reuben’s visiting too. he’s learning the same. i’ve been giving him my version of microdermabrasion. maybe it’s not so micro, but he’s tough. and i’m entirely void of natural human sentiment. we make great progress.

now that i think about it, i should have been a dentist. back when they doubled as barbers and a lot of blood was involved.

just another cute baby

well, i suppose it depends on how you look at it.

my brother actually had the nerve to say she was ugly.