boys say the funniest things...

‎"Mom, are you a lazy boy?"

"No."

"Then why are you sitting down?"

Because I... well I really couldn't think of a good reason.

it's nice to have boys...

especially when they fight about stupid things.

"Mom, you really need to put [Boy Number One] in brain school! You need to get him re-educated to a smart person!"

Apparently there was a disagreement about which was the "right" way to scooter around the garage.

it's nice to have boys...

because only a boy would stick air gun pellets in BOTH of his ears and cry to his mom that it was an "ACCIDENT." I did not react with laughter like his father did.

boys say the funniest things...

Just made peanut butter rice krispie bars. Number Four says, while was standing on a stool watching me, "Man, I'm so tired from all dis work!"

boys say the funniest things...

Number Four told me my head looked like a meatball. When I asked why, he said "Cuz it's in a circle."

Nice way to start the day.

it's nice to have boys...

and it'd be nicer to borrow them to somone.

#3 mouths off, so #4 whacks him, #2 tries to stick up for #4 and #1 yells at them all. #3 shoves #4, then #1 and #2 hold down #3 so #4 can get another "free" whack in.

boys say the funniest things...

I pulled my pickle jars out of the canner and Number Four told me, "If you put my butt in there, I would say, 'My buns are burning! My buns are burning!' "

I don't even want to know where this came from.

romance is dead

Overhead in an Omaha hotel (while in a double bed):

Hubby: "These beds are for newlyweds, not 14-year-weds."

Me: "Hon, today was 15 years."

I let him squirm for awhile before telling him that I too had forgot our anniversary. And the sad thing is that we were both okay with it. No roses or chocolate or jewelry to celebrate 15 years of marriage. We simply rolled over and slept.

That was gift enough.

bedroom flooring

So, I have another detour in my plans to get to the bathroom project upstairs. Instead, we switched gears (again) and starting installing the maple hard wood flooring in the upstairs bedrooms.

It's pretty rustic looking. Not sure if I'm in love with it, but hubby absolutely is thrilled with it.

We purchased it from an Amish guy in Wisconsin and the price was very reasonable. Installation so far has been decent, but we have two more rooms to go.

The hardest part? Cutting the flooring for around the wood floor vents. Very thankful right now that we're able to cut outside on the porch and that we have both a table and a compound miter saw. Can't imagine doing this project without either of these.

So thank you Jet and Dewalt for building great tools that work well, even when you work them hard.

laundry floor reveal

Here's the laundry room floor - complete just in time for the delivery next week.

I CAN'T WAIT!! Hauling 14 loads of laundry to the laundromat is not exactly a pleasant experience, given all the smells and my phobia of overly perfumed detergent and fabric softener. Can't tell you how many times my clothes came out smelling like something other than my lavender-scented natural detergent, or how many times I had to pass on an open washer because it was COVERED inside with cat or dog hair.

Laundromats are not easy on the pocket book, especially when washing machines have a tendency to eat dollar bills. Hauling around quarters got to be a bit tricky when you're trying to juggle hampers, soap and a bag of change.

Okay, okay, I'll stop complaining now. Here's what the flooring looks like. I did a little inlaid rug pattern in the walkway. My only regret is that I didn't use a lighter colored grout. That way the design would have popped out more. But, I'm consoling myself by knowing that darker grout will hide more dirt since there seems to be a never-ending supply of it around here.

What you see in the background is supposed to be a mudroom shower and a big closet, but who knows when that will ever get done. I'm just happy to get a real laundry room, that I'm not even going to worry about it. :)

under garments

A recent conversation between me and Number Four.

"Mom – is underwear tighty whities?"
"Yep."
"Then I’m not wearing dem!" (This coming from the child who wears his undies on backwards most every day, and it doesn't seem to bother him.)

"Is all underwear tighty whities?"
"No, not boxers."
"I’m not talking ‘bout boxers!" (Apparently, boxers aren't underwear?)

"Is my underwear tighty whities?"
"Yep."
"But they’re not white!" (How do you argue with that?)

life's little disappointments

Number Three: Where are we going for summer vacation?

Me: Omaha.

Number Three: Are we going anywhere else?

Me: Nope.

Number Three: Oh man! I wanted to go to Mexico!