Brock's "Playroom"

(Does construction ever actually end?)

On Wednesday, the cement guys returned and poured a slab for us that will become Brock's playroom.

What's for dinner?

Big Dirt Pile = Big Fun

I took this picture to offer some perspective on just how much dirt we had in our lawn. That's Michael, our neighbor, and Stinkerbell on top. Four (4!) dumptrucks full of dirt.



Michael got of the school bus Friday afternoon and immediately dropped his stuff and wanted to start playing. Stinkerbell was right there with him.

Since the dirt was "clean" it was perfect for crawling and running around without shoes and sliding on your bum.

On Saturday, our friends and neighbors pitched in to help use all the dirt. (Actually, the neighbors used the dirt too.) Do you know how many Dodge 4x4 trucks it takes to pull a tree stump out of the ground?

One?

Two??

Three???

Success!!!

So now we have a smooth dirt lawn and a giant tree stump (roots and all) sitting in the front of the house. We're waiting for the stump to dry out and then I think we'll be having a heck of a bonfire.

They worked until dark and then we ate a Valentine's dinner of steak, potatoes, asparagus, salad, and a Black Forest cake for dessert.

Real Love is Dirty

Lovie is so special to me. I needed to find an extra special way to show it. So, I did what any woman would do. I order two dump trucks worth of dirt and had it delivered to our front lawn. Now he and his buddies can bring over their tractors (the full-sized kind, not the Tonka kind) and push the dirt around and make the lawn pretty, or muddy. Whatever.

Happy Valentine's Day Lovie!!

Not expecting any volunteerism award anytime soon.

Is it possible to get fired from a volunteer position? Sadly, I might be testing that theory. I am the newest recording secretary for a service organization in my community called the Aledo AdvoCats. Great organization. Yesterday we had our board meeting where I was recording the minutes, hence my title.

Today, I had a break from work and decided to type up the minutes and I can't find my notes. I have like 13 copies of the meeting's agenda but not my notes. In the car? No. In the kitchen? No. In one of the many piles on my desk? No. No. No. I'd like to blame this on Stinkerbell. Maybe she came in my office and took them. I wouldn't put it past her. She wasn't very happy when I left for my meeting yesterday.

I called and then emailed the woman that hosted the meeting at her home. I'm hoping she found them. In the mean time, I wrote up the minutes from my memory. Sigh. Not a good start.

So, if any of you find some lined notebook paper with a bunch of notes in red ink, those are mine.

Tide Mountain

The Brockstar's only "real" chore is that he has to do his own laundry. The last few weeks have been crazy hectic because of overlapping sports plus his normal workload from school. Lovie and I took pity on him and gave him a reprieve. We agreed to help him with his laundry until things calm down a little.

I dragged all of his laundry from his room and the hamper in his bathroom. Oh my! This picture is all the clothes and towels we found. All his. The picture doesn't really do it justice. I think we used a whole bottle of detergent just getting all of this washed.

The Life of the SAHD (Stay-At-Home-Dad)

Shhh. Dad's taking his nap.



Brockstar is lying around eating junk food. (see the traces of chocolate on his face?)



Stinkerbell is on the loose in the living room.

And Squiggles is unattended, sucking on a carrot.

Worth it. Totally.

After many months of being sinkless and ovenless, the final result is totally worth it.