Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Double Plus Good

This parenting gig... it's not for the faint-hearted.  Kerry, the boybarians and I have had our share of days when we feel *ahem* less than sanctified.

* Like the day before we hosted Thanksgiving, when the kitchen sink, the dishwasher, and the washing machine all simultaneously backed up and overflowed onto the freshly waxed floor.

* Or The Day of the Body Fluids, which came on the heels of the day one of the boys (who-shall-remain-nameless) threw up in the foyer of the public library.

* The night the seven year old sleepwalked right out the back door and into the night.

* Or the seventeen year old attempted his first back flip off a diving board they day before his scheduled flight solo and nearly killed himself.  (No.  I never exaggerate.  Ever.)

* Or the multiple days one or the other of the boys has subjected us to the dubious pleasures of an Apology Tour, for reasons we've tried to forget.

* Or all the days that felt like if our family had a motto it would be Entropy, from Order to Chaos.

So the good days, and there are plenty of them, deserve to be remembered.  Yah?  Because they may not seem as remarkable... or as funny.  And the last few have been pretty good, in little ways and bigger ways.  So, in no particular order...

1.  The handle broke off the lid of one of my Revere pots.  What can I say... I have three dishwashers (Wyatt, Tate, and Gunnar) and they can be a little hard on things sometimes.

I emailed the company, told them I got the pots as a wedding gift nineteen years ago and I've been using them ever since, and asked about a replacement policy, to get a new lid.  Got an email back that they were sending me a new one - no questions asked.  Yippee!

And an even bigger YIPPEE when it came... not just a lid, but a whole new pot AND lid!  Kudos to Revere and their 25-year warranty :D

2.  My neighbor's neighbors are moving out.  (And there was much rejoicing, because apparently they like to PAR-TAY.)  Anyway, they left this...

... in a free pile, in their front yard.  So I snagged it, thinking my brother and SIL would want it for my niece, but they were... meh.  So, thank-you Craigslist for putting forty bucks in my pocket in a matter of hours.

3.  My dad hired the boys to help him with a concrete pour.  I've always got my ears open for ways for the boys to gain experience and make money working and learning useful skills.  Win-win.

Gunnar hammered all around the edge of the forms to get the air bubbles out while Wyatt and Tate used the scree to level the concrete.

Still hammering... still screeing.

The boys also cleaned up any concrete that overflowed and washed off all the tools before concrete could harden on them.

Real world work.  Amen.

(Grandma and I took pictures and provided moral support.)

4.  We had good friends come to visit.  A guy Kerry and I knew before we were married went off to Russia as a missionary.  He settled in over there for the long haul, married a sweet Russian lady, and had four kids.  Ours and theirs have met before, but it's so infrequent they don't really remember.  That didn't stop them from having a great time together all evening!

And Russian kids can be just as goofy as American kids :D

Of course, that freed us up to hang out and visit with the grown ups for hours... here's Doug and Margo.

And Grandma Grasshopper.  I could make up a great story if I had more time, but really she had surgery on her thumb.

We talked and talked and talked until the sun went down...

... and it got dark enough we saw the Space Station go over, and a "shooting star" (it's time for the Perseid Meteor Shower).

Right as Grandma spotted the space station, to the west, Gunnar and I saw the meteor to the south.  Just as she called out There it is! the meteor broke into pieces and flamed out.  And Gunnar, just for a second, thought the space station had blown up.

Which it hasn't.  So maybe that should be Good Thing Number Five. ;D

So there you have it.  My Count-Your-Blessings list for today.

1 comment:

Choate Family said...

You made me laugh out loud with Gunnar's fright over the space station blowing up!