Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Young Love

Soren has announced that he's going to marry Ella.

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He said that he's going to wait for her to decide to get married. Then they are going to live in Florida and train dolphins at a SeaWorld.

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Except he's also said that Sheila wants to marry him, and that she's going to be his husband. (That's not a typo, he said Sheila would be the husband.)

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And then again, while we were driving in the car tonight he said "Mom, I want to be with you forever. Don't marry anyone else!"

Was I naive to expect all this marriage talk to happen much later than 4 years old?

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Bowling

We went bowling recently. One of Soren's friends had her birthday party at a bowling alley. I've decided that I could take pictures all day of preschoolers bowling. Well, one preschooler in particular. I laughed so hard at all the poses he came up with...

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Monday, November 23, 2009

He Really is Growing Fast

Peter grabbed this shot the other day. I can't look at it without laughing. Soren got himself dressed and then came in complaining to Peter that his shirt was too small.

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

Pumpkin

Soren loves his dog, Pumpkin. I think Pumpkin was given to Soren from a kind nurse during one of our ER visits a year or two ago. Since then Pumpkin has been Soren's number one stuffed animal.

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But all that lovin' can wear out a small stuffed animal. Pumpkin required a bit of surgical intervention last week. And after a few stiches from mom...

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And a well-placed bandaid from a sweet boy, Pumpkin is as good as new.

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Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Floors are Done!

Hurrah! The floors are all finished!

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What do you think?

I have to admit that it took me a little while to adjust to them. I've just never seen a floor like it. And the grain is soooooo pronounced that it felt like my floors were kind of psychedelic.

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Fortunately, Peter has enough vision for the both of us and led me down this unchartered path.

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The tricky part though - why didn't I see this coming? - is that now that our floors are shiny and new, everything else looks old, damaged, and horrible in comparison. The trim, the kitchen cabinets, the lighting, the blinds, the carpet, the entry way tile, the bathroom flooring...it all needs to go! LOL. The never-ending remodel. Here we go...

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Friday, November 20, 2009

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

A Small Reminder

Today Soren was scribbling on a pad of paper while I was cleaning the kitchen. I came over later and saw that he had written his name across three sticky notes.

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He was quite pleased with himself and stuck them onto the counter, "Mom, if you forget my name you can just read it here!"

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Slabulous

Soren and I went slab shopping last weekend. I must admit that bringing a 4 year old on a shopping expedition requires a bit more patience than otherwise might be required.

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Fortunately, I had done the advanced reconnaissance work a few weeks ago all alone. This trip was to finalize the details and to choose a specific slab of the rainforest green marble that I fell in love with when I was there the first time.

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They must have children visit regularly because they had enormous cookies for Soren to choose from. Either that or they keep them on hand to calm down the shoppers (um, me) who get completely overwhelmed by all the choices.

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So, this is our slab. We're mounting it on the wall behind the woodstove. Can't wait to see it here.

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And I can't wait to see if this slab always inspires such silly faces on one small boy, or if perhaps this was just a sugar high from the huge cookies.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Pluggin' Away

In the quest to turn bleachers into floors, after removing the gum and profanity, milling in the tongue and groove, laying the planks, gluing and nailing them down, you then have to plug all the holes where the nails went in. Ah, the plugs.

Peter is a hard worker. But I think the plugs nearily did him in. Of course he could have just purchased heart pine plugs. But he wanted to go that extra step to be sure that they matched our wood exactly. So he bought a plug cutter and cut his own plugs. Thousands upon thousands of plugs.

He wore out one plug cutter and had to buy another. Then he took them both in to be sharpened and wore them both out again. But in the end he cut enough plugs. And then it was just a matter of plugging each and every hole...

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He did have an able assistant for that part though.

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(Well, an assistant who was willing to help for about as long as I took photos.)

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Sunday, November 15, 2009

I've Got Some 'Splaining to Do

You may have noticed that I haven't posted as much as usual lately. Yes, I'm still stalking my small boy with my camera. It just has been hard to get it all to come together. I get the shot and then don't get it off the camera, or I get it off the camera but then don't have time to sort through the good vs bad pictures... and then I eventually just forgot what I was going to say in the first place.

We're remodeling, which means my refrigerator has been on the deck (plugged in and working,) my stove is in the dining room (not plugged in and with a camouflage sheet draped over it...where in the world did we ever get a camouflage sheet?) And our desktop computer...somewhere amidst desk drawers, books, kitchen table, bar stools and whatever else we removed from the areas of the house where we are putting in new floors. In general, our house has been in chaos. And that just doesn't really lend itself to quiet, blogged reflections on our day to day life.

Peter's been working so hard.

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Our new floors have a past. A history. Their former incarnation was as bleacher seats from Bellevue High School near Seattle. Peter actually went to high school in Bellevue, though at the rival school. He's probably wrestled in front of people who were sitting on these very bleachers.

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But bleachers don't easily morph into flooring. Peter scraped gum off them (he says he could still get an occasional whiff of grape, cherry or bubble gum as he pried the pieces off.) And all the declarations of true love always scribed in pen have been sanded away. There was one particularly persistant, and gouged, profanity that was discovered quite late in the process. So even during the installation the floors kept trying to offer up clues of their past life.

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But they're coming along. Today they are more floor than bleacher. I'll tell you a bit more about them in a future post.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Bed Time Tactics

Soren has been working on his stalling techniques lately. And bedtime is the perfect time for practice....I'm hungry, I'm scared, I'm thirsty, You forgot to give me a kiss, open my door wider, I'm having scary thoughts...

We're pretty emphatic about bed time and while his stalls can usually squeak out an extra minute or two, they don't usually get him much more than that.

But I have to say that I'm hungry does kind of work on me. I mean, how can you turn down a hungry child? Never mind that he just finished dinner 30 minutes ago and said then that he was completely full. He says he's hungry now...what mother would deny her child food?

The thing is that it kind of got out of hand. I didn't want it to be a stall technique, so I'd let him eat a snack during his bedtime story. Or maybe even go to bed with a banana (don't tell the dentist, or the people who patrol blogs looking for mothers who send their kids to bed with choking hazards.)

So, this was the week for me to put my foot down. Harden my heart against any plaintive starvation waling.

I warned him. Very clearly. He didn't eat very much of his dinner. I told him that there would be no snacks at bed time. I told him!

Of course at bedtime (30 minutes later) he was famished. He pleaded. He begged. I ignored. And then he came out with his coup de grĂ¢ce:

"Mom, I can't exist!"

Lack of existence not withstanding, he didn't get the banana.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Proof That Peter Should Not Be Left Unattended in Grocery Outlet

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Yes, this is really in my cupboard. Even better - it expires in December! :-)

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

We've Been Busy

Shew. Where has the time gone? We're in the midst of general busyness, remodeling busyness, and vacation planning busyness (ahem, ok, I admit I'm always in some state of vacation planning...just sometimes more than other times.)

So I haven't pulled out the camera too much lately. A few simple stories will have to suffice.

1) Soren has grown an inch in the past two weeks. Is that even possible? According to our wall measurment chart it is indeed true. And all his pants would confirm that.

2. "Mom, I learned a new word for cookies today. Oreo Cookies."

3. Peter taught Soren the word thrilling. That isn't such an unusual word, but it cracks me up when he says "let's go to the park because it would be so thrilling."

4. When Soren and Peter came home from Grandma's this weekend, I looked at him and asked him if he'd grown. He promptly said yes, pulled back his gums and said "look my teeth grew too!"