Saturday, September 15, 2007
There is nothing like a new baby in the house to bring the family together. Unfortunately, many of these family meetings are taking place between the witching hour of midnight and 2am and seem to include bleary eyes and wild hair. Noah is the one calling these impromptu meetings together by imitating a screech monkey whenever his diaper is being changed. The latest meeting of the minds came after Grandpa and I listened to the jungle sounds coming out of him for a good ten minutes last night. We rushed up the stairs to find Noah wildly flailing his limbs around while his Mama squinted up at us through sleep-deprived eyes. One hand held a loose diaper in place over his male parts, while another hand reached blindly for the baby wipes. Brittany must be the Vice President of these meetings, since she is the one who directed me to please bring more diapers, onesies, jammies and recieving blankets into the living room. As Shilo and Dustin joined us, rubbing sleepy eyes and whining, I thought maybe the meeting was training for diaper changing 101. The Vice President directed her siblings to return to their beds as the meeting siren was a false alarm. The extra long siren had been going off because the littlest member of the household had needed changed and while diaper number one was off and before diaper number two had properly been installed, he had pee'd all over himself and his blankies. Having wiped up the mess from this mishap, with the screeching rising in pitch, but before actually securing diaper number two in place, the loud one's Mama noticed that poo-poo was now squirting out onto the clean diaper. This is the point where Grandma and Grandpa charged into the room to assess the situation (and join the meeting). Thus the call for more cotton reinforcements from the babies room. Diaper number three was firmly secured in place, clothing and blankies changed, a liquid middle of the night snack for the monkey eaten and the meeting was adjourned, until the following night. I did complain to management. I think these meeting should possibly by held at the other 1 o'clock. You know, the one where the sun is out. Shilo has since asked me if I know where the best place to buy a good pair of earplugs is...
In the last post I showed you one of the yummy concoctions to come out of our kitchen, but I failed to show you the actual kitchen. Here is just one view of it. I love it. The countertops are the original light pink formica, in great shape, and they are edged in stainless steel. Very retro 50's cool. The kitchen is open and airy and just feels good. The view of the river and valley while I'm washing the dishes doesn't hurt anything either.
This is the view from one of our kitchen windows. We take the doggies down to this ballfield every night for a quick run and sometimes to kick their ball. Any time of day someone is down there with their dogs. The deer come up the little drainage beside it and nibble on our pear trees on their way through.
Posted by Paula at 8:54 PM