Ants...

Bugs, for the most part, don't bother me. Unless they come in my house. Then they die. I'm not a catch and release kind of girl. Sorry. If you want to be in my house you must only have and use two legs.

Two weeks after we move in we have guests.

That is an ant bait trap thingy. I have about four hundred set along where they are coming in.

Oh, and this was taken on the SECOND floor of my house. These guys must be seriously hungry. Or, were, rather. They're dead now. *cue maniacal laughing muahahahahahaha*

And for a different kind of ant, this one is for you Aunt Bop. Braxton busted out "that's what she said" on the drive home today. I don't remember what it was in response to - I was driving after all - but it made me laugh and make a mental note to tell you about it anyway.

A painful lesson...

So - Mark and I are getting new furniture for our new digs. Pretty cool. We get to actually plan and paint and decorate a room. Not just a room, but all the rooms! So, we're getting rid of the old stuff. This morning we got rid of the desk for a nice sum of 50$. Honestly, we just want this stuff out of the garage. Plus, we don't like to schtick people. So, during naptime I listed our living room furniture set and entertainment center. Within twenty minutes I had two pings. One for each. The lady that wanted the furniture set wanted to know if she could barter to 150. Sure why not? (listed at 175) After several emails, we end up agreeing to renting a uhaul (in the ad I definitely said you haul!) and taking it up to her and her fiance this afternoon. Well, if they pay full listing price. 116 dollars and a completely wasted afternoon later, we've made about 60 bux. At least we didn't lose money...

When we say YOU HAUL, we mean YOU HAUL! (well, at least after this we do... sometimes we're too durn nice)

A little bit of Ketchup.

Nope, has nothing to do with the red stuff. I just felt like being a dork. Anyway...

There are moments when my kids don't think I'm very awesome. These are the pictures to prove it. Braxton was trying to put on a backpack (a task which I remember being very difficult at three) and was having a rough go of it. All I did was take pictures of the event... In my defense - he did refuse help. He kept telling me he could do it.

Even when it became apparent that he needed some assistance. After much frustration and sweat he put the bag down, looked at me and told me he was going to take a chiiw piw. (Chill pill). He fell asleep like that.

He was "helping" daddy tie down the first tier of stuff in the POD.

He's too stinkin' cute. Yeah, we still need a couch. Keep your fingers crossed for this weekend.

Fun with the FHC.

So, being in the military has its draw backs. It also has its bonuses. Most people tout the awesomeness of the TriCare system. With the exception that it's free to me and my family I have to say I'm not a fan. Take this little piece of awesomeness I've recently encountered.

Kieran turned 18 mos. on May 21, 2009. I, having figured out the TriCare awesomeness, know to call the Friday six weeks ahead of when I want the appt. I know that that first Friday six weeks out is when they open the new appointments up. So, I dutifully made this appointment and then waited the month and a half until it was time. That morning, my little man and I drove the two and a half miles down the road to the FHC. I hand over my card - tell them it's for Kenny and then proceed to get really confused when the receptionist tells me his appointment has been cancelled.
Now, I know I didn't do that. I called six weeks ahead of time just to get this appt. There is no way in hades I'm giving up my hard won slot! After some sleuthing we discover the doctor he was scheduled with called in sick. So, they send me to the charge nurse so that I can schedule a new appt for him. That wonderful lady takes a second to look at her computer and tells me that the soonest they can fit him in is the beginning of July. Like five weeks out. I tell her that won't work - because he has a shot schedule to keep. She tells me "I'm sorry ma'am - that's the best we can do."
Uhmmmm.... NO.
I took my fired up little (little being a slight exaggeration...) booty over to the patient rep and explained the situation. Emphasizing that I did not cancel the appt. They did. I want an appointment this week. No excuses. So the patient rep. gets me an appt. for that Friday.
Yay.
Friday we go in and they call Kieran's name. We've officially made it one step farther than on Monday. Except they're not calling him back to take his vitals - they're calling him to inform me that the doctor he's scheduled with is not licensed to see patients under two years of age.
Seriously? WTF???? Who is running this joint? Clowns? AARRRGH!
So, we play another round of "this is the best we can do" "I don't think so" yada yada. Luckily the doctor that he was scheduled with - stepped in on our behalf. I'm ever so grateful. He managed to sneak one of those ultra-secret appointments they leave open until right at the last minute and snagged one for yesterday. Go us.
Tuesday afternoon, Kieran started running a fever. For those who still have young, spry uterine muscles from not bearing kids - I'll let you in on a little secret. They don't give shots to kids who are sick. Something about injecting them with multiple live viruses makes them nervous. But, being the awesome parent that I am, I decided to keep the well visit and surprise them with a sick visit that Wednesday. After the doctor informed me she was worried about strep throat, and did a swab we discussed why the well visit was rescheduled twice. Because - just like in Seinfeld they really, truly keep a record of everything. When I explained what had happened that lovely little jewish doctor took pity and let us nab one of those ultra-secret appts.

Here's to Tuesday. Wish us luck.

My apologies...

for lack of bloggage lately. Frankly, I've been exhausted. But I won't tell you about how pitiful I've been. I had a ladies night last night and feel rejuvinated. No kids, good food and good convo will do that for a girl's mind. Anyway, I'm apologizing because my kids have been cute, and totally blogworthy lately - I just haven't brain catalogued in the "blog this" section. Which means it flys out of my head as soon as I see something shiny.

However, rest assured there will be pics, stories and more coming here very soon. The boys' rooms are just a hair away from being finished - and I can't wait to show everybody what I've done with them! You'll just have to give me a tad more time.


Out for now. Be back soon.

To interpret like a three year old.

Last week my mother in law, Peggy came to help us move. When I say help, I mean without her I'm pretty sure half of my stuff would still be at the old rental. She was fabulous to say the least. One of the occasions I said goodbye to my beautiful children to go and paint, I asked B-rox to give me a big smackin' kiss. Only he interpreted it to be "big smack 'n' kiss". I giggled and sealed the deal. His favorite way to say goodnight, or goodbye is to give me a big smack 'n' kiss.

This same child is upstairs laying down for an early nap (Kenny as his 18mos check up at his normal nap time) and is giggling hysterically. Seriously - uncontrollable laughter. I went up to check and see what kind of mischief he's getting into and found him in his bed. That was surprise number one. Surprise number two was he's nearly asleep. The final surprise was when I asked him what was going on he told me he was laughing about Quack, the duck from "Peep, and the big wide world".

The other two avian's who make up the trio are Peep, a baby bird and Chirp, a baby chicken. The duck is, to be kind, a little soft in the head. Hilarity (at least to a three year old) ensues.

Some things...

Just some randoms...

Last night when picking up Mark from the Metro station, Braxton asked if daddy was here yet (for the fifty-seventh million time - just fyi), as I had just seen him walking towards us I answered to the affirmative. Braxton's reply was "Oh, that's good. Daddy is the most important guy because all the money is on his credit cards". Awesome.

I think when you have to type in the word verification to leave a comment on someone's blog, blogger is messing with you because I'm pretty sure those things are words. I always get something that sounds and looks like a real english language word. Does anybody else think this?

I hate moving. I hate unpacking more. I don't currently have a couch in my living room. (I'm undecided between two - and am going to have to pick eeny meeny miney mo here soon...)

I just caught up on SYTYCD and DC. Ahhh, I feel rejuvinated and ready to get some laundry done.

I get to start recycling again. Three bins are headed my way as of June 8. Woohoo, back to my inner Oregonian. Feels nice.

I hate peanut butter.

I wish I had a red-headed, lanky, granola eating hippie to help me with my butt seating decision. (Why I want her I just don't freakin' know - but I do... Love ya bob!)

I hate peanut butter. I say this twice because I've recently come to grips with the fact that my boys eat it and its a good source of protien blah blah blah. But today a door to door salesman rang my doorbell while Kieran was eating his and in the few seconds it took me to smash their nose, he managed to smear it on my file cabinet, windows, the table and all in his hair. I HATE peanut butter.

Am debating on weather or not to get rid of a book collection (paperbacks) that I've been working on since I was 14. Mark wants space on the shelves for "pretty books of substance."

The boys are driving me crazy. They just went upstairs and I hear squealing. This is not good. I must publish and go... wish me luck.