I am making a move through cyberspace…from here to here.
(They tell me I cannot import this blog to blogger cause blogger is not compatible with wordpress – I don’t even understand the vocabulary I am using, how dare I pretend)
Bye edublogs!
It seems you will have to overlook these ridiculous ads from now on cause I am not paying to have a blog. Looks like I should have started with blogger instead of edublogs. They are looking for some cash (maybe trying to hit up school systems whose teachers use this host), but I am not feeling that. We will see how long I can stand the ads before I start fresh on blogger. Ughh…so irritating. Sorry guys.
Do sugar cookies taste different if they are different shapes? I think so. We are currently doing a test.
This is where my mind goes when it wants to stop thinking about whether we should stay here a few years. My brain is mush.
I made a quick decision I had time to jump in the shower and all boys were asleep. The one with small feet on the single couch, the one with big feet on the 3 person couch and the one with the Heff’s robe was in his bed, so I quietly snuck upstairs and doused myself with water.
Just as I was escaping the memory of the 3 sleeping beauties into something about my hair’s need for different water and probably a hair cut, the one with Heff’s robe peaked his head in. I told him that dad was downstairs, to go see him. He left and returned within seconds. There was something about a baby in his words and a lower lip turned down as he spoke. I opened the shower door and told him everything would be okay, that mommy would be down in a minute, but I was sure daddy was home. He scooted off, I finished up and followed him downstairs.
As I came down the stairs Heff stood crying longingly toward the back door, while the baby rocked on his side at the foot of the couch where he once laid, and no husband was in sight. I nearly dropped my towel as I approached and scooped the babe to nurse while cuddling Calvin and explaining that dad must have went back to work for something and I was sorry I didn’t know.
As the big footed one returned to this scene, we all explained and chuckled since no one sustained any damage.
But this is why moms sometimes smell.
The apple “cider” was on the stove (apple juice, cinnamon, and cloves), the chocolate cake was ready to be eaten (made from scratch with an attempt at “icing”), and Christmas music was on (Christina Aguliera on Pete’s Ipod). We put the tree together, picked apart all the fake branches, tied a bow on top, and called it a night.
Something about the lights makes it at least feel like Christmas, but I am looking forward to a bit more next year.
The benefits of going home are many and cannot be listed here, but one downside is finding a job for Pete.
If we stay international, it could be possible to find him a job before the deadline to resign here. Since we are going home, there is almost no chance of finding him something before letting them know we are not coming back here. So – the risk we take in coming home is Pete becoming a stay at home dad.
Anyone know of any History positions in Central Jerz (preferably high school)? We would like to move back to HP, but would be willing for a slight shift elsewhere in the State.
We are the proud owners of this:
We also own this:
Wish us some happy trails to the grocery store and the gym!
A toddler’s thoughts after seeing me take the baby out from under my shirt and blanket covering:
When her mom was holding Harrison, Calvin’s friend Ella told her mom (in Dutch), “Feed the baby from your belly button (navel).” Her mom laughed and translated it to me and explained a bit in Dutch to Ella that mommies feed the babies from their breasts and then Ella turned to me and told me in Dutch that I should feed the baby with my navel. Let the laughing continue, but really, where does the milk come from and how does it know exactly the amount the baby needs? We may as well nurse from the navel. Magic.
Harrison is the name, but creating lovely versions of that name is the game. Many people have asked the, “Can we call him…?” question and Pete and I give the, “Call him whatever you want,” response.
We kind of like Harris, but we don’t want to discourage people from name calling of their own. Harry is fine and so is Harrison and I am hoping to get a “Ho – bis” from my dad, just because he has always referred to Hobbes this way and he likes to play with the sounds of names and I like it.
I particularly liked a name that came out of Calvin’s version when we discovered we could use his first initial in reference to him (thanks Mrs. Fitz for writing it on a card and accentuating the fact that he has a first initial) and we ended up with the “T.Cal” version of his name, which I love. I also love Calvy Calv and C-man and I am sure there will be more along the way.
Only the ones who are truly loved get cool nicknames, so bring it on.
