You Gotta Love Kids

So we had another incident today - one that will go down in the history book of having kids. I've posted before about Josh getting into some lotion and pouring it all over our family room carpet - see past post. But I must say this takes the cake - but is SO much easier to clean up! I tried to take some pictures and I will post those - but they just don't do this justice :) It made me laugh my butt off, so no getting mad this time.

So I had put Josh to bed, fed Maddie, and then put her to bed - so I thought I was in the clear to make myself some lunch. Well, I'm sitting there eating my sandwich and all of a sudden I taste baby powder in my mouth. And I'm like, ok - baby powder - where is this coming from. Why do I taste baby powder. Not even 5 minutes later, Josh is pounding on his door and I'm thinking ok, he's supposed to be sleeping, what in the world is he doing in there? So, I go to investigate. And let's just say I know what my son wants to be for Halloween! A ghost.

He was covered in baby powder! Covered. I walked in, and he says to me "mom (he says mom now, not mommy) I cleaning, I wiping, I cleaning" and all I see is baby powder. The air is thick with baby powder! There was baby powder all over the floor, his bed, his dresser, everywhere. Everywhere. And I'm not talking a light dusting - I'm talking an inch (or what seemed like) an inch thick.

Here are a few of the pictures before I tried cleaning this mess up. His belt is brown, but looks tan. And it's hard to see, but it's all over his walls and his bed. But this definitely does not compare to Julia's story with Abbi and the vasoline :)


Update:
After I started cleaning this mess up, I realized that it's harder to clean baby powder up than I thought. There were huge piles in the carpet - I had to put the vacuum cleaner on it's lowest setting to get most of it up. Josh actually put the powder in his wipe container - which I just threw away because it was all garbage. The wipes combined with the powder made this white goop. Yes, goop. I also had to take a picture of the vacuum, and I have no idea how I'm going to get all of the baby powder out of it. Brad said that when I was vacuuming it was a white dust cloud in all of our rooms. Yuck. And now Josh is all stuffy and it's probably due to all of this powder. Powder. Powder. Powder.

Men

Last night was a pretty interesting night at our house, and it made me start thinking about a lot of things and just men in general. I guess I should explain what happened first before delving into my thoughts. This week Brad has "school" and he sees a couple of guys he normally doesn't see because they are not on his dock, but they do see each other at school. So anyways...he was telling me earlier this week that a couple of the guys and him wanted to go shooting and this is their last school and the last time they'd all be together - blah, blah, blah if you ask me. But Brad is into guns and loves to go shooting, and really hasn't gone that often since we moved to Utah, but it is what it is.

So last night, he tells me that he is definitely going shooting tomorrow (tonight) after his classes. And I was like, wait a minute - I don't quite remember our conversation going the way that he thinks it did. Last I remember, he was just telling me that he wanted to go and what night would be a good night for me. And I jokingly said - oh Wednesday night would be good because I knew that he couldn't go due to a Union meeting. But we never officially decided on a day and he didn't tell me until I saw all of his gear out by the bed, which was about 10:30 last night. Oh, men.

I mean, I know that he has to have time to himself too and that he has hobbies and would love to spend more time enjoying his hobbies - but I also think too, what about us. I love spending time with Brad - and I always have. I want to spend time with him, and would rather spend time with him than with anybody else (besides my kids). So I actually like hanging out with him, but also - don't get me wrong, he does get on my nerves from time to time - but who doesn't (have that happen to them, that is). And he doesn't get the fact that he gets to go to work everyday (granted, he might want to do other stuff at times) - but he gets to get away from us - from me, the kids, the responsibilities at home. And do I get to do that? No! I stay home almost every day - cleaning, cooking, taking care of the kids, etc. I'm not complaining, really, I'm just stating a fact. I'm not resentful (even though it might sound like that). I do enjoy staying home - but it would be nice every once in a while to get away or go to work and have adult conversations.

And what goes through their heads after a conversation? I mean, I know men and women think totally different - but we didn't decide on a day (or so I thought) and then last night - it just felt like he sprung it on me. He probably already had it decided in his head, and then just didn't communicate that to me. And now he thinks and said - "oh, I never get to go do anything fun, what about my hobbies, etc." - which I totally get. I do, I get it. I'm not mad that he's going, and I guess it's not really a big deal. My point is that I just wonder what he is thinking. I don't think I'm saying this right, but what do men think about? It's just curious to me how we have a conversation and we think in two completely different circles.

Oh, and by the way. All of his gear is still sitting by the bed. So we'll see tonight what happens. I'm not really sure if he's going or not. This might be interesting.

9.11

First off, I can't believe it's been 7 years since 9.11. Seven years. It's sad to say that when I woke up today, I didn't even think of the date. I didn't think of the date yesterday or the day before that. It's depressing to think that this date can be so easily forgotten. I think it's harder for people that weren't directly effected (and when I say directly, I mean actually losing someone you know personally - because we were all directly effected by this) to forget. And writing the word forget seems so harsh. It's not that I've forgotten, I will never forget that this horrid event occurred. But forget as in, I don't think about it everyday and haven't for years now. It's sad to think about it - the forgetting part.

I do still remember where and what I was doing when it happened. I was a nanny for the triplets and I came upstairs to eat breakfast. D was out of town and P just kept staring at the TV and saying - "a plane (at the time) just flew into one of the towers at the WTC" - and I was thinking, "what?" It was horrific to see a plane fly into one of the towers, let alone people jumping out of them, and the towers falling - actual buildings falling due to terrorists. Terrorists!When it happened, I was in complete shock and couldn't grasp what was happening and how much it was going to effect the world. At the time I was only 22 years old, I hadn't lived my life (still haven't) and it's just amazing how much has changed in the last seven years. I mean - I graduated from nursing school, got married, have moved 3 times, have had 2 kids, and that's just the big stuff. I can't even begin to imagine what is was like for anyone that knew someone that died, if that makes any sense. Well none of it makes any sense really.

We Painted Josh's Room

So I've been meaning to write a post about this for a while now, but we've finally painted Josh's room. Brad did it on Labor Day weekend, I just hadn't taken any pictures of it. I wanted to wait until I got a couple of things hung on the walls, his letters back up, etc. - but who knows when that is going to happen. We still haven't even finished Maddie's room yet - and she's 8 months. Oh well. It will happen, sometime.

I must admit, I really love the color blue that we painted in Josh's room. I love it more than the blue that is in our room. And I am a little jealous of Josh's room because I think it looks so much better than ours, so Brad came up with a suggestion only he and his dad would think of (since they hate painting so much) - that we'll just switch rooms. Josh could have our room, and Brad and I could be in his - which was shortly thereafter shot down. But maybe I'll get in a wacky mood and just repaint our room myself - ha, yeah right! But I love his blue - it's not a baby blue, but not a primary blue, but a blue/gray and it looks really good. And I don't know if you can tell by the pictures, but the top is blue and the bottom is a medium gray. I really like it, and it reminds us of the Seattle Seahawks colors - so now all we need is a little green in the room to make it complete. Brad wanted to get one of those huge FatHead stickers that you plaster on the wall (it's a sports thing), but they are too expensive - so we'll just stick with the original plan.

So for now, we have all of the rooms painted that we wanted to paint. We would love to have some of our kitchen painted or our living room - but we have those darn vaulted ceilings and it makes it hard to paint. We actually did have a couple people come out and give us a bid - but seeing as how we still have white walls, it was obviously too expensive! So now that we've completed our painting experiments on this house - we'll definitely know what to do and what not to do next time. But for our first painting experiences, I think everything has turned out pretty good.

Here are a few pictures of Josh's room and a few of Maddie's - for those of you who haven't seen it yet. And yes people, I know, it's pink. We're eventually (who knows when it's going to happen due to my husband) going to put up a chair rail in the kids' bedrooms (that's why we did the half wall thing) and if Brad gets a wild hair - he might do crown molding, but I'm not holding my breath!