Dusting off the old blog

Once upon an time (6ish months ago) I was going to write a fabulous blog. Like an online diary that I could look back on and think, "Oh, remember when the kids were small..." When in real life it turns out that I can barely return a phone call, let alone write a daily blog about my life. So this is me dusting off the ole blog and pledging to do better this time. Only time will tell, but I warn you against expecting too much.

Since my last post I actually did paint my bedroom. I did it the weekend I posted that picture of what I wanted it to look like. Of course it's nothing close to that. Ryan said that buying the little testers was a waste of money. I should just pick a color and paint the entire room. If I hated it I could just repaint. Just repaint, my ass. It's been almost 6 months and my room is still the same no where near grey colors that I picked back in May, or when ever it was. One day I will repaint it, but for now I've given up. It will never be the clean put together room with grown up furniture I want it to be. There will always be a pile of laundry in the corner, an unmade bed, and Ryan's dirty clothes 3 feet from the hamper. One day I'll clean it up...or on second thought I'll get a maid. Maybe when I go pick up my amid I should get a handyman to paint the room as well...

I have also started a business since the last post. All Wound Up is what it's called and I now get to include myself in the uber crafty world of WAHMs. (or work at home moms) My little wool balls are to be used in place of dryer sheets. Some find this ridiculous. Wool balls in the dryer? Why not? Yes, Oregon must be rubbing off, next thing you know I'll be driving my hybrid to pick up granola in my Birkenstocks. Anyway, it gives me something to do during nap time and I feel like I'm contributing.
Here is the link to the store:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/All-Wound-Up/230586796982594

Reece started preschool yesterday. It was interesting to say the least. I had to attend the first day with her, and I'm not sure that I have ever fully realized how spoiled she is. Until yesterday when I'm standing in the middle of her preschool, while she's sprawled out on the floor face down screaming that she doesn't want to do something or other. Don't get me wrong, she's done the face down-screaming-on -the-floor in public before. This was the first time that she had done it in a room full of her peers though. I wanted to die a little. Or a lot. By the end of the day she managed to pull herself together, and the other mother's assured me that this was normal for her first day of preschool. Ugh, I hope so. She did manage to go the whole time without asking for Scout, Violet or Other Violet, so that was a HUGE plus. We shall see how she does Thursday when I drop her off and leave. Not going to lie, I'm expecting a phone call asking me to come get her.

Max is still refusing to walk, although I've seen him do it and know he can. What are you going to do? The kid loves to be carried. Plus I cannot imagine having to chase both of them down. Who's idea was it to have two kids 18 months apart? That person should be punished...except I think it was me. Oops. Back to Max, he's cute as hell and although he doesn't walk, he has managed to teach himself to climb. Last night he climbed up onto the chair in the living room, over the back or it, and down the side. Ryan caught him just in time. Max thought it was hilarious, I wanted to pass out. Babies hanging upside down over wood floors is never good.

And that sums it up for now. Max is up and Reece is having a cow. More later...;)