Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Alternative Heat Source

My office is downstairs in our tri-level house.  So while I have plenty of windows, I am below the frost line, and baby it's cold down here.  There is an electric baseboard heater on the wall next to my desk, but it's not super efficient and is expensive as hell, so I don't turn it on often.  Every once in a while though, I just can't take it anymore and I turn it on for a bit to take the bite out of the air.  A couple days ago, I just couldn't take it anymore.

I turned the heater on and shortly thereafter thought, "Huh...it smells kinda funny."  I figured some dust had settled on the metal fins and was being gently burned off.  About an hour later, I got up to go to the bathroom.  That's when I noticed the slight smoky haze the sun rays coming through the window were pointing out to me.
Hmmm, perhaps it's not just some dusty fins.  So, I turned it off, let it cool down, and popped the faceplate off the heater.  This is what I found:
I'll let ya look at it for a hot minute to figure out what it is.

...

Give up?  It's a freaking Nerf dart that had disinegrated/melted all over the fins.  It apparently (apparently!) got through the gap between the top of the heater and the faceplate, and just waited there patiently for me to get chilly.

After some picking and scraping, I got most of it off.  Just in time to be overcome with frozen feet.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Evolving

Alex goes through spurts where all of a sudden it feels like he ages 10 years to me.  The past week was one of those spurts.  There is just a different demeanor about him.  He's still a silly 8 year old kid, but little things are showing a grown up is in there somewhere.

A couple easy examples? 

1.  He can now take medicine in pill form.  No more liquid in baby cups for him.  He'll just take his allergy medicine as a pill like a grown man thank you very much. 

2.  The other night Sam was wheeling around a suitcase with his blanket as its precious cargo.  Alex saw him and said, "You havin' fun with my suitcase buddy?"  Two observations here.  First?  He didn't throw a fit about his brother touching something of his.  Second?  He said suitcase.  It is no longer a soupcase and I could've collapse on the spot when I heard it.  I made him repeat it.  Twice.  He asked me why and I explained that he used to say incorrectly and it was the cutest thing ever.  He just sweetly smiled with compassion in his eyes and said, "Awww, sorry Mom."

There is one thing he does that I haven't corrected though.  If I do something typical of me but ends up in failure, a person would be correct in saying, "Oh, that's just classic Jackie."  Alex has learned this...almost.  The other day, I dropped something and tried to catch it like 7 times as it rocketed to the floor and of course didn't catch it and looked like a drunk ninja in my attempt.  Alex chuckled and said, "Ahhhh...classical Mama."  It's no soupcase, but I'll take it.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Bunk Mates

Bunk beds happned.  The boys LOVE it.  I mostly hate it. 

The boys are doing great at going to bed without too much screwing around, and the first night just about made my heart burst.  They were all excited and being silly, but then settled in and were quiet for about 2 minutes.  After the noise started up again, I peeked in to see what they were doing.  And that is when I saw Alex with his arm and shoulder jammed through the space under the upper bunk guard rail, reaching down to a little Sam kneeling on his bed stretching his arm up as high as he could so they could hold hands.  Everybody together now:  Awwwwwwww.


But, Alex is on the top bunk.  And it's a twin over full set up.  Which means there's no room for Mama on the top bunk.  So one night Alex and I are doing our nightly reading and snuggling and then next night BAM!  Bunkbeds!  No reading together.  No snuggling.  No solving life's problems with just the soft beam of a night light.  None of it.  I cried more than a bit that first night.

It still stings every night when I give him a hug and a kiss over the guard rail, and I can tell he misses it too which just makes it harder to buck up and move passed it.  I know we'll find a time to quietly be together, but we haven't yet and I am needing it.  On the up side, I am catching up on shows and am spending more time with my husband.  Give and take.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Wings

For ever since I can remember, my mom has called me her Angel Baby.  So you can imagine my surprise when during gift opening on Christmas morning, there was a gift labeled "To:  Angel Baby," but it was for my niece.  But, being the mature adult I am, I handed the present o my niece without...pfffft!  HA!  Let's be real.  Of course I threw an overly dramatic fit to tease my mom!

Four days later, I was opening my birthday presents and Sam was sitting on my lap.  Mom gave a sweet smile, and handed me a small box.  I opened it to find an angel ornament on which she had written "My Angel Baby."  Because of course she did, because my mother is the best mother ever to mother.  Sam saw it and wanted to hold it, so he said, "Mama?  Can I hold the....flappy lady?"

Yeah.  I might need to teach this kiddo about angels.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Eggs

Alex still likes to cook, but now he's decided he wants to experiment to find his signature recipe.  Which is great and creative and all, but also a bit wasteful because shockingly he doesn't usually like what he creates.  I know it's hard to believe he wouldn't devour scrambled eggs with cheese and crushed animal crackers, but it's true.

Anywho, yesterday he asked if he could try a new recipe idea.  I gave the green light and told him I would join him in the kitchen right after a work phone call.  Probably should have joined him before the work call.

I came upstairs to find him eating a bowl of cereal.  Obviously that is not a new recipe so I asked what happened.

"Yeah, my eggs were WAY to milky, so I had to throw them out.  Oh, and by the way, we're almost out of milk now."
"...uhhhh, how many eggs and how much milk did you use?"
"Only 2 eggs like you said.  And then I put in 2 cups of milk.  Obviously that was too much."
"Yeah...when I make 2 scrambled eggs, I use about,"
"A cup and a half?"
"No...like a quarter cup."
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh."

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Menagerie

Sam loves loves loves to pretend to be animals.  In any given 15 minute time frame, he go from a frog to a cat to a dog to a horse to a dinosaur.  But his all time favorite is still his monkey suit.  He finally grew out of the one he wore for Halloween last year.  And even though it is clearly too small, he still requests to wear it almost daily and then I say it's too small, he swears it isn't, I finally put it on him, and then we have a little monkey running around in high waters picking his monkey suit out of his butt.  Thankfully Santa fixed the problem.
He also got a shark blanket:


Hair!

Alex bought into the idea of hockey hair.  It's apparently bad luck to cut your hair during the season.  Sure.  Great.  Only one problem:  this kid's hair is so thick.  It just kinda poofs up bigger and bigger as it gets longer.  But, it's his hair, he can do with it as he pleases.  He does, however, need to stop being so grumpy about me documenting it.