Bree being as Bree as she can be, and Mia's first whack at the mouse.
Saturday, May 31
Friday, May 30
Whad'y'do?
My babies are getting so big! Anya stood up on her own today. Two seconds, but still- it was thrilling for both of us.
Lately all three girls are doing this thing where, one of them will start crawling toward me, so they all think they have to compete for my attention right at that moment, or they might fall off the world. It's great. After suffering through an awkward childhood, I finally realize why I was born with six arms. I'm perfectly suited to this task, don'tcha know.
Lately all three girls are doing this thing where, one of them will start crawling toward me, so they all think they have to compete for my attention right at that moment, or they might fall off the world. It's great. After suffering through an awkward childhood, I finally realize why I was born with six arms. I'm perfectly suited to this task, don'tcha know.
Saturday, May 24
Friday, May 23
Thursday, May 22
Today Ohio is a four-letter word
DISCLAIMER: I didn't eat a healthy breakfast.
I don't know if it's my bubble-wrapped sensibilities, an actual epidemic, or just plain bad luck, but I seem to run into less-than-awesomeness on a regular basis since I came to this state of Ohio. The following represents only a small percentage of experiences that have taken me by surprise since I began to venture out into the world post-twin-partum. I invited some neighbors to the party for Zach, and the ones on either side and behind me barely opened their doors wide enough to pull the paper through- dogs barking, smoke swirling, TV's blaring in the smelly scenes behind them. I've heard from the two decent people I've met here, that it's just "this neighborhood." No one waves back. Except for the dude that rides the reclining bicycle with four wheels. He waved back once. On purpose, I think.
What I've been more appalled by are experiences I've had (and haven't had) with people on the job. My smiles are met with either blank stares, winces, or averted gazes. My friendly attempts at small talk receive incoherent grunts or silence. I walked into numerous clothing stores in the weeks before our trip to Utah, and watched the employees avoiding customers. I'd chalk it up to the drudgery of blue-collar poverty, but doctors and nurses- professionals... abrupt to the verge of rude. Maybe it's the huge hairy wart on the tip of my running nose. Maybe we're living the real-life CareBear episode of that gray city where no one cared... shudder...
I never treated anyone like this- not when I was working as a no-name at ShopKo, Albertson's and Big-B's. Not when I was working as a professional at the photography studios. And I never ran into so much of this in Utah. I don't know. Maybe I'm just running into a lot of bad examples. I'm probably just homesick lately.
I would say I'm only finding what I'm looking for, except that I've been holed up for so long, when I leave the house now, I'm excited and searching for some friendly contact with anyone and everyone! Macy's was a nice exception. They've got some incentive program for customer-service going on right now, so everyone was super friendly. I took the survey and put in a good word for the lady who rang me up- just like she asked.
Jack Johnson says it best. "Where'd all the good people go?" Ohioans who know..please share.
I promise my next blog about Ohio will be about all the good things I've noticed. Just wait till I've had my Wheaties. (and enough good Ohio experiences to fill an entire paragraph k I'm shutting up now.)
I don't know if it's my bubble-wrapped sensibilities, an actual epidemic, or just plain bad luck, but I seem to run into less-than-awesomeness on a regular basis since I came to this state of Ohio. The following represents only a small percentage of experiences that have taken me by surprise since I began to venture out into the world post-twin-partum. I invited some neighbors to the party for Zach, and the ones on either side and behind me barely opened their doors wide enough to pull the paper through- dogs barking, smoke swirling, TV's blaring in the smelly scenes behind them. I've heard from the two decent people I've met here, that it's just "this neighborhood." No one waves back. Except for the dude that rides the reclining bicycle with four wheels. He waved back once. On purpose, I think.
What I've been more appalled by are experiences I've had (and haven't had) with people on the job. My smiles are met with either blank stares, winces, or averted gazes. My friendly attempts at small talk receive incoherent grunts or silence. I walked into numerous clothing stores in the weeks before our trip to Utah, and watched the employees avoiding customers. I'd chalk it up to the drudgery of blue-collar poverty, but doctors and nurses- professionals... abrupt to the verge of rude. Maybe it's the huge hairy wart on the tip of my running nose. Maybe we're living the real-life CareBear episode of that gray city where no one cared... shudder...
I never treated anyone like this- not when I was working as a no-name at ShopKo, Albertson's and Big-B's. Not when I was working as a professional at the photography studios. And I never ran into so much of this in Utah. I don't know. Maybe I'm just running into a lot of bad examples. I'm probably just homesick lately.
I would say I'm only finding what I'm looking for, except that I've been holed up for so long, when I leave the house now, I'm excited and searching for some friendly contact with anyone and everyone! Macy's was a nice exception. They've got some incentive program for customer-service going on right now, so everyone was super friendly. I took the survey and put in a good word for the lady who rang me up- just like she asked.
Jack Johnson says it best. "Where'd all the good people go?" Ohioans who know..please share.
I promise my next blog about Ohio will be about all the good things I've noticed. Just wait till I've had my Wheaties. (and enough good Ohio experiences to fill an entire paragraph k I'm shutting up now.)
Post for DK
Zach was actually surprised at his surprise birthday party yesterday. Afterward he said he couldn't believe how many clues he didn't put together. Last week the missionaries, after having mis-read the invitation, came to the door and apoligized for not coming Wednesday because they had been sick. Zach was behind me, so I gave them a "Ahhh!" look, and we made up a quick story about how we had planned to visit with a neighbor on Wednesday, and they stood me up. This week I cleaned the downstairs top to bottom, even waxed the floor; dyed my hair; went to the grocery store two days in a row. I asked him if he wanted a haircut and just before the party mentioned he hadn't shaved yet, and that everyone deserves a shower on their birthday. I asked my visiting teacher to come over for a decoy visit to help me with the kids while I decorated the backyard. Zach was upstairs studying waiting for his decoy birthday dinner to be ready. He figured I was lying when I said he couldn't come downstairs (five minutes before people were supposed to be there) because Mia was making him a birthday card that he couldn't see yet. Yes, that was the best I could do on such short creative lying notice. But he said he didn't think there was an actual party until he opened the back door and saw people. Anyway. We had a good time. I bought twice as many hotdogs as we needed, but, other than that, it was great.
Monday, May 12
Been plaguing me
I just got a little notice with my grocery reciept that says Meijer has recycle bins for their bags at the front of the store. Isn't that great?!! I just acquired two square feet of useable space under my kitchen sink.
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