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Friday, June 24, 2011

$4.25

Garage sales in Michigan, where we are visiting my parents, draw a much different crowd than they do down at home.  At home, it seems as if only those who are vastly interested in things to hoard frequent the sales.  You know the type.  The ones hauling around trucks, completely full of junk, pulling a trailer filled with the same.  (Not that I'm not up for a bargain.  I am.  I just can't possibly understand the need to fill the back of a truck AND a trailer with other people's things.  How can you possibly NEED all of that stuff.)

Back to my point.  Visiting a subdivision garage sale is a little more fun here near my parents.  Lots of kids things, in very good condition.  For $4.25 I got quite a few goodies. 

The breakdown:

$1.25 Addidias warm up outfit for O for the fall. 

$1.00 for four board books for Zeke.  Two of them were ones with sound (and both of them worked!)
                       (not sure what happened to this picture. sorry!)

$2.00 for two pairs of shoes for Zeke.  One for right now- they are a pair from BRU that look brand new!


 
The second pair was a super good deal. Here's a new pair just like them, but in a darker brown for $23.95 plus shipping. I paid $1. Not bad, huh?



O and A also spent a $1 each on various toys.  A's toy probably had $1 worth of batteries in it.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Zekester

Every year, while E and I were dating, E's parents would celebrate his half-birthday (today).  They'd go all out and actually give him presents.  I always made fun of him, telling him he was spoiled (I still hold this opinion.  maybe not spoiled, but he got away with a lot.)  Of course, I went along with it.  Even contributed to the celebration.

It wasn't until a year into our relationship that I learned why.  E's sister's birthday was on HIS half birthday.  When they were growing up, his parents always gave E one gift to open on his sister's birthday and his sister got one gift to open in his birthday (which was her half birthday).  When E's sister died, they continued the tradition of giving him gifts on his half-birthday.

Of course, I can't give E his half-birthday gift today. He's in Dallas.  I'm in Alabama.  (And, really, I'm hoping a clean house and packing for a 2 week trip for 4 of the 5 of us is gift enough this year.)  But, I can give another certain half-birthday boy some loving today. 

It's mister I's half birthday.  He's 18 months today.  Today may not have gone the way we originally planned (the kid had some serious 'roid rage because of the Prednizone he's on for croup.) but I still would like to think he enjoyed himself.  In fact, he even got ice cream for dinner.  A rare treat.


As far as updates go, he still isn't talking.  We're on month 3 of speech therapy and have seen only a little improvement.  His therapist and I talked at his last session about bumping his therapy up to two times a month, instead of one.  What he can say is quite amusing- to him.  I ask him to say "mama" and he says "dada" and laughs.  Way to snub momma, Zeke.

What he lacks in words, he makes up in receptive skills.  The kid is smart.  I'm starting to think he may be faking this speech thing (totally kidding...sort of.) We can't mention the word "outside" with out him running to the closet, getting into the shoe bin, and pulling out his shoes.  He always tries to put them on, which is always good for a laugh, (and is super-duper cute.)  If his night time cup isn't full of water at bedtime, I say to him "don't fuss, I'm going to go fill up your cup" and he just sits there waiting for me to come back.  He definitely knows what I'm saying.

Speaking of bedtime, he's still hit or miss on the sleeping through the night deal.  Though, lately, his been more hit than miss (thankfully!)  Oddly enough, when I put him in the pack and play to "get used to it" for our trip, he started sleeping longer in the morning.  Hmmmm....  Maybe pack and play sleeping from now on. 

I would bore you with more details, such as how he's using a fork and spoon, and loves to brush his teeth, but E's calling from Dallas.  He's on the night shift, so we have to work out our schedules in order to talk. I'm off to talk to him and have him fill in my breaths with "uh-huh" and "oh".  Night, y'all.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

How beautiful


"How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the messenger who announces the good news, "All is well."




 He brings the good news, announces salvation, and tells Zion that its God rules as king."
Isaiah 52:7