I don't think I will ever be able to get on here again. We still (technically) don't have the internet, so I will try to remember all the things that I was going to write (sorry, it might be a little long)...so I will just write a quick blurb, about each thing, so one story will have nothing to do with the next.
The other day I was downstairs when I heard a thump and Topher crying. So I went upstairs to see what was going on. I saw Topher on the floor and the curtain hanging half way off the wall. I figured he'd tried to climb on the curtain; when I questioned him about it, sure enough, that's what happened. It was about time for us to leave to go get Jon for my Dr.'s appointment so after consoling him I said "We need to go get Daddy today. So we are going to go to McDonalds and get a happy meal and then we are going to go get Daddy. Does that sound like a good plan." Normally this is the part where (between sobs) he would say "Yeah, go get Dad". So I was surprised when he told me it didn't sound like a good plan. And I was even more surprised when I asked why and he said "Mom, no happy meal." (this kid LIVES for happy meals). I asked him why he didn't want a happy meal and he said "Mom, no happy meal...I'm sad..."
I like that the boys like their little brother, but sometimes I wish they didn't like him quite so much. I went downstairs for just a minute to check on some insurance info. I heard the older 2 boys laughing...then silence...then more laughing. (Any mother knows that's reason for concern when you have a new baby that they can't stay away from. LOL) I figured I'd better go and see what was going on. Apparently they had both climed into the pack n' play bassinet with Justin and would rock back and forth and then laugh...then rock some more. (Thankfully at least the legs of the bassinet stayed firmly on the ground). I wish there was a handbook on how to handle a situation like this..you know, to tell the right amount to punish. Because I know they are playing with him because they like him (they don't understand how that could hurt him) They need enough punishment so they understand we don't do that, but enough understanding so that they don't associate the baby with being yelled at (I don't want Justin to end up being the outcast because I yelled at the boys too much about hurting Justin...ahhh, the joys of parenting.
Our house is finally comming together - we are not COMPLETELY surrounded by boxes anymore. I am really begining to hate all the little things that really don't have a place or purpose, but for some reason you just can't get rid of it. And I just want to cry every time I see a box that the mover have marked "papers". This house is a little smaller than the one we just moved from in Pocatello, so even the things that had a place there still don't have a place here. And I can't just get rid of the stuff that doesn't have a place because the biggest problem area is in the kitchen. Where there is room for food OR the pans and whatnot that you need to cook the food. Right now, I haven't found a place for both. So we are trying to decide how to make room so that everything can have a place (that's not in the middle of the floor in a box). Well, we have Stake Conference today, so we have early church. And I can't think of anything else to say, so that will be all for now...hey, that wasn't as long of a blog as I thought it would be.
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I found a microwave stand that has storage underneath it, which actually helps a ton. I got a lot more counter space, plus a few more items got a home. I don't know if you're leaving the DVD holder where it was, but a microwave stand could go there. I also found some cupboards that stack on top of eachother, and they had doors so Sam couldn't get in them when I locked them. If there is stuff that you don't mind the boys getting into, you could just get some bookshelves and put stuff in there. I'll try helping you again if I get to Green River any time in the near future.
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