Back on the wagon

In the past few months I've kinda fallen off the blogging wagon, but I'm trying hard to get back on!  Mike mentioned to me the other day that he'd like to post some things now and then.  We're still in the negotiation stages of that:)  I wouldn't mind him being a guest blogger now and then.  Maybe that's just what this old blog needs.  Some new, fresh ideas! It's hard to believe I started blogging in 2009.  That's 6 years of blogging!!!  Click here to read my very first post.

I think part of my absence from blogging is due to my Instagramming.  It's quick and easy and I guess it quenches my urge to show my close friends and family a little of what's going on in our simple life.

I realize that many of the pictures I post on here I also post on Instagram so if my blog wasn't boring to read before, it's probably definitely boring now that you are seeing pictures for a second time. 

We had a pretty coating of snow on January 6th.  I don't think this view from our big kitchen window will ever get old. 

 On this particular night Owen told Adam, "I'm going to read this to you just like Mrs. Kalbach reads to us."  Mrs. Kalbach is his awesome school librarian.  She was also the librarian when I went to the same school more than 24 years ago.  I am crossing my fingers she'll still be there next year when Adam is in Kindergarten (Adam calls her Mrs. Coolback and I think it's fitting). 

Mr. Adam bites his nails every time someone starts reading him a book.  Strangest thing.  Most people bite their nails when they are nervous, but he bites them when he's relaxed. 

This past weekend the boys went to a bowling birthday party for Beatrice.  Owen and Adam are better at bowling than I am.  I told them they must have gotten Nana Ways bowling genes.

Here are the 4 sillies.  Teddy was scratching, not picking.

Our fish has put us through quite the emotional roller coaster lately.  On Saturday he spent most of his time on his side, but as soon as you would tap on the bowl or go towards the bowl he'd start happily swimming around.  I spent WAY too much time staring at the darn thing and Snapchatting it's wild behavior to my cousins. I finally decided it was demonstrating attention seeking behavior so I ignored it.  Adam was very sad that Freddy could be on his way to fishy heaven. 

On Sunday, Freddy took a turn for the worst and wasn't responding to my tap, tap, tapping anymore.  Guess it wasn't behavioral.  So the fish doctor drove over to our house and I gave him Freddy (in his bowl) and he took him to to the fish hospital to try to make him better.  He's going to let us know if the special medicine he gives him helps him or not.  Yes that's the real story I told Adam because I didn't have the heart (or energy) to tell him that I really flushed him down the toilet because he would just cry.  Just looking at Freddy was making me sick to my stomach (part because I felt badly for him, part because I had the stomach bug).

Sunday wasn't a good day for Mike and I either.  We both had the stomach bug at the exact same time.  Not just a little overlap.  It was awful and gross and all we did was moan because we hurt so much.  I think we may have scarred our boys, but they were soooooooo good.  They had to fend for themselves all day long because we were quarantined in our room other than the few times we would try to yell to them to bring us water or Gatorade.  Thankfully it only lasted 24 hours.  The boys earned a small Lego set for being so well behaved and not fighting once (miracle).  This was Adam's first Lego set that he made almost all on his own by following the directions in the booklet. 

He was sort of proud.

We are trying to find a home for this sweet cat that showed up on our deck a few weeks ago.  Mike named it Chong (since we already have a Cheech), but then realized it's a girl (don't know how he can tell, but he says he is sure).  She wants attention and desperately wants to come inside, but we made that mistake before and Cheech let us know loud and clear that he will be the only pet in our house.  I really hope someone adopts her and gives her a new name.  She doesn't look like a Chong to me. 

 But this guy...

He definitely looks and acts like a Cheech.  And yes, that is a cat on his back.  Adam said he "wikes it a wot when I do that".  And now I'm turning into a crazy cat blogger- I have to stop.

A teacher at my school showed me how to hand knit and it's my new obsession.  I'm almost finished with my first scarf.

Adam and I started doing puzzles.  If any of our family members that read this have any 100-200 piece puzzles we can borrow- send them our way.  I feel like you should be able to check puzzles out of the library.  Maybe you can?  Once we do a puzzle we don't really want to do it again so I hate to spend money buying them.

 

And I found this note in Owen's backpack.  Gotta love his second grade humor!  He said he got the idea from Mrs. Kalbach. 

 Happy hump day!