This morning I had a bit of a rude awakening.
I was sleeping on the floor under Oliver’s crib. When he woke up, he decided to try and reach the enormous duplo house on the book shelf. He had…just…managed to reach it when *BOOM* he dropped it on my face, where it shattered into a million pieces (or 20).
There are probably worse ways to wake up than a duplo house exploding on your face from about 6 feet up, but not a lot.
Evie: “I’m a little confused. Are you a ghost inside of you, or a skeleton inside of you?” – From a kid’s point of view, this is a pretty good question! And the answer is sort of more complicated than you would initially guess.
Evie: “Anytime you feel like kissing me, hug me instead until you don’t smell like cheese-breath!”
Sara: “It was all okay until he was laying in the globe of my right eye.”
Kris: “Are you sure you want me to take your hat home with me?”
Evie: “Yes. And bring it back full of money.”
Sara: “Evie, Oliver and I want some privacy.”
Evie: “Let me in! I want some privacy too!”
Have you ever known someone who just can’t get up in the morning? Of course you have, we all have. Maybe you’re one of those people yourself. Well, maybe the proper motivation has yet to be applied. Maybe it’s time to put some money on the line in as visual and immediate of a fashion as possible, with the money shredding alarm clock.
I think it’s pretty self explanatory, but I’ll go ahead and explain it anyway: pre-load it with money the night before (apparently hundreds if you’ve got ‘um), when the alarm goes off, get up and turn it off, or face the consequences.
It’s amusing, but I have to tell you, I don’t think it will work. I’ve seen people ruin their lives by not getting up on time. A couple of bucks here and there isn’t going to change anything. And besides, you’re in no state to make rational decisions at that point. When you wake up really, really early in the morning, if someone told you, “Hey, give me $100 and I’ll let you go back to sleep!”, you’d take it in a heartbeat.
Evie composed a song for me, totally on her own. It went like this:
Happy Father’s Day to you!
That’s all the things that you do!
and I love you!
For the rest, I’ll let the pictures do the talking:
As soon as we got back from Mackinac, we basically turned around and got back in the car. For at least a year now, we have been going through everything we could possibly get rid of, and saving up all of our junk in our guest bedroom. So much so, that it was getting hard for people to stay in there.
Usually there is a big family rummage sale every year, but this is the first year we’ve sold stuff at my Uncle Lenny’s house. Lenny is about as close as you can come to a professional yard sale-r. He has a big barn with stuff that he collects all the time, and he can open it up at any time and start selling. So, with his stuff alone you’d have a pretty big sale, but then you add in all the stuff the rest of the family brings, and you’re in business.
The sale was huge, and we were so busy on both Saturday and Sunday, busier than I have ever been at a yard sale (and our family has a looong history of yard sales). We had about 4 tables for our stuff. I am proud to say, we made $172.50! Not too shabby for a bunch of junk that had an average price of about $0.25 (though we did sell a laptop for $80, half of which we owe to Anna).
We spent about $11 on other people’s junk, mostly on kids’ clothes. We eventually figured out that we bought things about once an hour; you would wander around and see something you hadn’t seen the first 10 times around, or you would decide not to buy something, but then after an hour of thinking about it you would change your mind.
Even with the stuff we bought though, we sold tons more stuff, so I don’t understand why our car seemed just as full going home as coming. My main goal was to unload junk (the money was just a bonus), so I wish we would have gotten rid of even more. However, it was good to get rid of what we did.
The main part is that it is nice to visit with everyone. Someone asked me, “You came here just for the yard sale?” We didn’t get to talk to many people at the wedding, so this was a little more low-key, and we had more of a chance to chat. And, of course, we always enjoy the chance to play cards at Grandma’s at night. (and Sara cleaned up at 3 and 13!)
My Uncle Lenny’s yard has always been something of an inspiration to me. He’s got some awesome fruit trees, a little pool with a waterfall and actual, flowering lily pads, and a nice little cozy yet open area off the back deck. However, this time I got to see an awesome new (to me) feature, which I never knew about before.
A large section of his yard is densely wooded, and through this area winds a series of paths. You enter through a trellis-framed door, and if you follow the main path, you wind almost 800 feet to the little cleared camping area in the back. On the way you pass through a spooky wooded section, a more open back section, and even come upon a pine-tree-fairy-ring. I cannot tell you how cool the whole thing is! I enjoyed the first trip through so much, I took a second trip. Oliver apparently found it relaxing as well, since he fell asleep on my head.
Evie and Oliver had a blast walking, playing with all the junk for sale, picking up and petting the kittens, listening to books with Aunt Kris, and did I mention there was a reindeer next door? They were just plumb wore out by all of it at the end of the day(s).
And really, I think we were all experiencing a little vacation fatigue by the time we got home. Our house is the biggest disaster zone on the planet. After returning from one vacation, we just sort of chucked everything we didn’t need to the side and loaded up for the next vacation. We have dishes and laundry stacked everywhere. We’ve made great strides since we’ve been home, but we still have so much more to do, my mind sort of boggles at the prospect.
Is there anything more exhausting than vacation??
Shane Halbach 