Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Merry Christmas 2019

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from We5! Like you, our year was busy. January/February/March brought 7 snow days plus a smattering of two hour delays, a new fireplace and stone work, and a freshly painted library/living room which we'd originally had no intention of changing. We removed the wallpaper from the longest wall in the entire house in May and then I painted the kitchen and sunroom during the last few days of school. Remind me to never attempt any large project during the end of school again! Dada spent some time in Mexico City in March, in June the two of us spent 10 business and pleasure days in Bogota, Colombia while Pap watched the kids, and in July we joined some of my family for our annual trip to the Outer Banks, NC.




The kids started fourth, eighth, and eleventh grades in 2019 and the school year is half over already! Thing1 continues to love working at the karate academy part time and has created a niche for herself in digital art, having thousands of followers and having only started this autumn. Thing2 can be found with his nose in a book in just about every situation except the shower. He is still incredibly creative with all things Lego, to the point where we are wondering if we need an intervention. Thing3 still curls up in whatever rocking chair he is closest to despite the fact that his humungous legs and feet don't fit anymore. He is obsessed with all things Nerf and  I find blasters and foam bullets in the oddest places. The tide of Pokemon cards ebbs and flows as well, much to my dismay as I wasn't a fan 20 years ago and I can't fathom why it's still a thing. 

Honey, the Great Pyrenees we rescued in October, continues to give us a run for our money. We were told she was crate trained; she is a complete Houdini who has yet to meet the crate or the baby gate that can defeat her. Bosley, our two and a half year old shepherd/hound/whatever mix, is thrilled to have a live-in buddy to play with and is secretly pleased to be in his kennel and thus not blamed for whatever havoc Honey is wreaking from the aforementioned potato incident and Halloween candy fiasco to the Christmas Eve eve's decorating the sunroom with seeds for the garden. Damon would send her back in a heartbeat as she also most often wants to show her affection directly after having gotten a big drink and thus being adorned with strings of drool. The rest of us sense quite a bit of potential and are trying to keep calm and carry on...

Dada spent a lot of the fall traveling for work to Streator, Mexico, Canada, and Zanesville. While he's excited to be off the rest of the year, we're saying the same thing we say every year: we need to be better about taking time off throughout the year so we don't have a million days at the end! He spent quite a few early Saturday mornings joining some other guys for rucking, which is hiking with weighted backpacks or "rucksacks" but then his travel schedule got a bit crazy and that fell by the wayside. 

Our home group sort of dissolved over football season so we decided to start hosting Friday Night Games to make better use of all the board games and outdoor toys we've accumulated over the years. To be honest, we've been a bit disappointed by the turnout as we'd hoped to be another safe place for kids to come and hang out, but between football and band and kiddos going to a different parent's house for the weekend, we've ended up alone watching movies or playing games ourselves more than we anticipated. I guess that's just the way life goes sometimes. Maybe winter will provide a better turnout as people want to have something warm indoors to do, but I can also see it going the other way where people finally make it home after a long week and have no intention of leaving the house, choosing jammies instead. Time will tell. If you're around on a Friday night, come on down! We'd love your company!

Healthwise, it's been a year this week since I finished radiation and began taking Tamoxifen. I no longer get infusions of any kind having finished my year regimen of Herceptin and Perjeta in May. Once I finished those I began a single year regimen of oral Nerlynx so I'm over halfway done with that. I saw one of my oncologists right before Thanksgiving and he declared me "perfect", haha. I'll take it!

We've already had two snow days this school year, one even before Thanksgiving, and if you count weekends our Christmas break is 17 days long. It seems we don't start off the New Year with terrific weather and add more delays at least right off the bat to extend that break even longer. It gives one plenty of opportunities to practice one's resolutions of patience, if one were foolish crazy ridiculous going that route for self improvement. Heh.

We wish all of you the very best of the holidays with the friends, family, food, fellowship, and fun that you all deserve to be showered with. Please be safe and have a very merry holiday season and a fantastic 2020!

Photo credits go to the lovely Amy Fowler Shores at Seaside Topsail Photography who drove hours to come play with us while we were at the beach! Thank you so much for a terrific evening!


Monday, December 16, 2019

Carnage

My first thought upon entering the house with the groceries in hand this afternoon was, "why does it smell so... vegetal? Vegetabullish? Veggish? Um..?"


Oh. That's why.

Apparently our Great Pyrenees (who is the only one who could be blamed for these Shenanigans as The Bos was snug in his kennel, though he had stealthily smuggled in a pink crayon, so he is also on the Naughty List as he was caught with wax shards and pink front paws) likes potatoes. And Dada's expired vitamins which he hadn't been taking anyway, so no major loss there. And desperately wanted to get into the melatonin but was thwarted by the childproof lid. 

She also ate close to half of my bag of spice cookies. You know, the kind they make Biscoff and cookie butter out of. The delightfully crispy, not-too-sweet, perfect with coffee or tea or straight out of the bag kind. THOSE COOKIES. THOSE WONDERFUL COOKIES. She ate them. All. 

Has anyone figured out how to create force fields yet? I really, really need one in our kitchen. Could you put a bug in Santa's ear for me, please?



Wednesday, December 04, 2019

Tales from The Ridiculous

School mornings continue around here about as you'd expect. I had to hold back The Fist of Death from Dilbert this morning when I commented to Liam that he needed to improve on his time management skills.

"It's just mornings. I'm pretty good at it."

Hooooooold me back! He was serious! He genuinely believes that he is good at time management.

Please excuse me while I go bang my head against the first hard surface I can find.

***

I made the mistake of leaving the "Bath and Whatever" (as Uncle Jeff calls Bed, Bath, and Beyond) catalog on the kitchen table and as any distraction is a good distraction, Liam dove for it. He found "toilet golf" and "toilet fishing" and declared them to be good ideas. I'm not even kidding. These are real things one can actually purchase. Check your catalogs, people. Thing1 and I shook our heads ruefully that anyone anywhere would think that more games to be played in the bathroom could possibly be a good idea. Her money is on single guys. I mimed holding someone by the shirt and punching them repeatedly in the face.

Clearly I'll have to circle back and have a discussion on how toilet anything can not be conducive to any kind of time management... 

***

The firstborn announced this morning, "I have a great idea! We should make pepperoni for dogs and call it pupperoni!"

Totally bursted that bubble: "They already make that."

"Oh NOOOOOO!" Giggles ensued from both parties.

***
Then the firstborn knocked authoritatively on the bathroom door to chivvy Thing3 along. 

Startled, he calls "what!?" and then opens the door.

All the way downstairs I hear, "why are you naked!?"

More giggles. And blindness.

Happy Hump Day, everyone...

Monday, December 02, 2019

Don't Look, Ethel!


Mondays are often bizarre in the sense of getting back into a weekly routine; I don't believe our family is alone in this struggle. The cherry on top of the hot mess this particular Monday morning was the following discussion with Liam.

The Resident Eighth Grader is supposed to be getting dressed for school. He actually ate his breakfast in about 10 minutes, smashing all previous records into smithereens, heh. At the moment, however, he is sitting half in Bosley's fuzzy dog bed with clothing strewn around him on the floor.

Me: Liam, get off of the dog bed. You'll be covered in hair.

Liam: We are all covered in hair. We are mammals.

Me: ...

Liam: Are fish reptiles or just fish?

Me: *thinking I need more caffeine* I think just fish.

Liam: And what are birds?

Me: Just birds. Get your clothes on.

Liam (who is clearly my child as his brain pivots and he pulls the following quote from Ray Stevens): "And who's that with him? Ethel!? Getcher clothes on!"