Brahms

I love Brahms. I love my piano. I even love to play. Again.

Here's to classical music!!!

Ho-hum

Sometimes I feel like I must be a manic depressive (I know, its not called that anymore, but I just don't identify with bipolar--call me picky). Some days I am up--really up, and then it seems like a day later I am NOT up.

Yesterday was great--piano, getting tax stuff done, etc, etc.

Today--not so much. Maybe I am just getting ready for my monthly visitor (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). That always makes me grumpy, lifeless, ho-hum.

Yay. I have so much to look forward to in the next few days.

I think I'll go take some Advil.

P.S. I hope that my new congregation at church doesn't think I'm a lame-o for only showing up every other week. I think Hadland is coming down with something, and Sarah never sleeps for more than 8 hours at night, so she is always sporting a hacking cough. She has already stayed home from church twice this month. Her Sunbeam teachers won't even know who she is! At least Larry and I take turns staying home. That way I can go at least a couple times a month, guaranteed!

Welcome Home!

This post is for you, Liz L.

We just got our piano back today. Our amazing, beautiful, Yamaha C7.


I just can't believe it is here.

If anyone wants to bring any sheet music over, I'll play until your bum falls asleep!

Chocolate Babies

It is time for another thought from Sarah.

As we lay down tonight to read some stories, we were looking through an Anne Geddes picture book. We opened up to the picture above, and Sarah's first words were:

"Chocolate babies! Chocolate babies!" as she pointed to the non-caucasian baby faces.

Can we say diversity lessons are in order?!

STAT!!

News flash (kinda)

Well, here is a news flash.

We moved.

Again.

I know, very predictable.

It has been 5 times in the last three+ years.

You'd think I would have weeded every superfluous bit of stuff out of my life.

But no.

It just keeps growing.

I've always been a sucker for castoffs. Especially free castoffs.

So I cast off some things in order to make room for new, cooler castoffs.

A problem, maybe?

Hmmmm.

Anyway, I think I may just post in my silent 8am house.

You see, school here STARTS at 8 am. So I get up at 7, get the two school-going kidlets off, and then I wait (usually as I do last night's dishes--shhh! don't tell flylady my sink isn't shiny!) until the rest of the family wakes up. (oops--i spoke too soon. the other two kidlets just came down, bleary-eyed and cheerios-hungry)

I've tried to go back to sleep, but I eventually only waste time and listen to my racing thoughts.

I have done many productive things--
* I've started familysearch indexing. (actually quite fun!)

* I've helped mud and then paint and then wire and finish a downstairs office.

* I've moved what seems like a mountain of stuff to the aforesaid office.

* I've rearranged my bedroom (used to also be the home office) to be an actual bedroom.

* I've made space in the garage twice to fit our van.

* I've fallen on a patch of ice on the driveway, cutting a giant hole in both my only good pair of jeans and one of only two good knees. (i think i cried more for the loss of the jeans than the skin on my knee)

* I've made a few meals.

* I've made COUNTLESS trips to the grocery store for milk. (did you know that my little family can down 6 gallons of milk in 4 days? And I don't even drink it--I used the powdered stuff on my morning cereal because I can't really tell the difference--I know all you dairy lovers are throwing up a little in your mouths, but, on the good side, it is quite budget-friendly!

*I've opened piles of mail which then threaten to drown me in a paper version of quicksand. (does anyone have any ideas for getting rid of paper? would you like to come over and recycle all of mine--just ignore my protests that there is actually something important scrawled on it somewhere)

This is not an exhaustive list, but I am exhausted typing it.

Now, I don't want you to fall on the floor (after you just picked yourself up after seeing 2 posts from me in 2 days), but I am going to post pictures of our new house!

Here you go:

the front of the house
the amazing kitchen (with a pantry and TONS of cupboards!)
the huge backyard with endless possibilities (and a huge layer of snow right now)
A beautiful family room with a great fireplace/mantel and a view of the mountains!
The room that will house the fantastic grand piano! I'll post pictures once it gets back!
Well, there you go. Four bedrooms upstairs, kitchen, family, and piano room on the first floor, and then an office, cold storage, and a possible 2 bedrooms and 1 bath in the unfinished (except for the amazing office) basement.

Lest you should think it still looks this way--why do you think I posted the empty pictures? Because they looked a lot nicer than the ones with boxes all over!

Talk to you soon!

Music to my ears?

9:51 p.m.

I hear singing upstairs.

I know it isn't Lauren or William (they are sleeping, thank goodness!).

The voice is too high to be Hadland.

Then I hear the lyrics...

"Poopy again, poopy again, I'm poopy again." (do-do-do-sol, do-do-do-sol, sol-mi, re-re do--for those of you who solfeg)

Gratefully, I am not mad. Just kind of amused.

It isn't that this is the second poopy diaper tonight.
Or that my 3-year-old is the last one awake on most nights (even without a nap, sniff-sniff).

I think that when you can sing and beautifully enunciate your bowel happenings, your mom REALLY needs to take potty-training seriously.

Seriously.

I think I may need to finish moving in before I tackle that.

I already feel tired by the laundry.

It is good to kind-of be back.

I may post again. Maybe soon. Maybe not.

Resolutions

Hi there!

Remember me?

I think I remember blogging.

I may need some reminders of how to do this...

But I'll be back with pics, explanations, all sorts of stuff!

See ya soon!