Future plumber, under the sink, we certainly need a plumber in the family.
Inside the china cabinet.
And this isn't my kitchen, but here he is in the window sill, behind the blinds, and I am very bad at taking photos in windows, sorry.
So there you have it. I have made the decision to take back my kitchen. There are two gates now positioned on either side of my kitchen. The bathroom door that leads to my kitchen remains locked. Conner is not happy with this new situation, he frequently stands at the gate screaming at me and pounding on the gate. Occasionally he is successful in knocking one of them over. But I am determined for the kitchen to be MINE.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Taking Back My Kitchen
Where is Conner, you ask? Well, let's take a look, shall we?
Here he is standing inside of a drawer.
And now he is shoving himself into a tiny cupboard.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The Dancer
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
RJ the Cub Scout
Kameron Update
Last Night at 6pm:
"Kameron is doing great....his heart rate is a little low but his new kidney is producing lots of urine and he isn't in too much pain."
Today at 12pm:
"Doctors are very happy with Kameron's progress. He and the kidney are doing great."
Monday, September 14, 2009
Kameron
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
I'm a Big Boy!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Plumbing Sucks Rotten Eggs!
Ryan hates all things plumbing. It's the one and only thing we've found so far that he can't do successfully. If he puts something together, it always leaks. If he fixes the leak, it always creates another one. Then he usually loses his temper and uses words the children shouldn't hear. So, two weeks ago our garbage disposal stopped working. This is one exception to the usual plumbing failings, because Ryan is usually a rockstar with garbage disposals. After about an hour of trying to get it to work, he vehemently declared that he was done with the matter, would absolutely NOT take the thing apart because it would surely leak when he put it back together, so just CALL THE "$*&*#" PLUMBER!! Even though I thought we couldn't afford it, I called the plumber. He told me some things to try, they didn't work, so after two agonizing days of gunky sink syndrome, the plumber came. And fixed it in 35 seconds. I felt like a fool, but the good news is he didn't charge us anything and now I know what an allen wrench is. Now we enter present day, two weeks later. My faucet is leaking. I delayed a couple of days to bring this fact to light knowing Ryan would not like this conversation. Today, as I was retrieving something from under the sink, I discovered this no longer appeared to be a small faucet leak, everything was soaking and there was an inch of standing water under the sink warping my only one-year-old cupboard. In an effort to keep the peace, I called the plumber. Luckily, they were available. The plumber arrived and fixed the leak in only 7 seconds. Once again, I am a fool. The good news this time: Although I'm sure there's a lot of laughter in their office about the crazy lady over in WestPark who doesn't know how to operate a sink properly, they were nice and charged me nothing, I am now leakless, the underneath-my- sink cupboard is perfectly organized, and most importantly, my children's vocabulary and my marriage remain intact.