Java Junkie

Little Dennis

A lot of our conversations lately have revolved around vacation.  We seem to have vacation brain...one of us is even keeping a count down calendar on thier desk, but we won't mention any names.  Last weekend when we were out for a drive and discussing hotels, Trey piped up from the back seat.   Below is the conversation between us:

Trey..."Mom, we wouldn't even need to get a hotel.  We have lots of room in here, we could just sleep in the back of the car.  It would be cheaper."

Mom..."Umm, no, I don't think we'll sleep in the back of the car (we have an crossover/suv but still).

Trey..."Are you scared?"

Mom..."No, I'm not scared, but the car doesn't have a bathroom to use in the middle of the night or a shower to use in the morning."

Trey..."So?"

It was at this point that I decided any further discussion on the topic was useless...my final words to him were..."You are such a little Dennis".  For those of you who know my dad, you will totally understand.

 

 

A few more play outtakes

Better late then never right...here are a few more pics from Trey's play last week.

Did you know Cavemen wore Nike flips?  True story!

These are the CUTEST Elephants I've ever seen!  Love these costumes.

 

A tired caveman in the "Congrats" line after the play was over.  I'm so glad he participated again this year.  I think he enjoys it too, even though he has to pretend sometimes that he doesn't.  I have to jot this memory down here too since my memory is horrible.  I want to remember looking back at these years, his aversion to girls (or at least the aversion he pretends to have in front of his parents).  Every night after play practice, we would hear the kids leaving the school.   For the better part of a block, we'd hear sing-songy girl voices saying "Bye Treeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy".  One night he ran into the house, and said, half out-of-breath, "I have to run home every night because those THINGS are following me again."  We chuckled and told him in a few more years, he will wish those THINGS would follow him.  I'm thankful we haven't quite reached those years yet.  Happy to keep him "little" for a few more years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Sick Saturday

Thank goodness we had no plans made for yestserday.  T-boy woke up yesterday morning saying his stomach hurt.  This is a common occurance at our house, so I don't always give much sympathy (or even really acknowledge his ailments).  Shortly after breakfast though, he was requesting a bucket--and spent the rest of the day with it.  We were able to get him to sleep a few times, but mostly, he was just sick...from about 10 until 4.

If I'm thankful for anything, I'm glad it wasn't during the middle of the night for a change, but I hate hate hate to see him sick.  Today he's feeling a bit better--he's managed to get a banana and two glasses of water to stay in, so hopefully he'll be back to normal tomorrow.  For today, jammies and lounging (and trying to stay warm) are on the agenda.

 

 

A Boy's Best Friend

We have a new addition to our family...a four-legged addition. 

 
We adopted Xander last week from a local rescue organization.  He is a sweet little guy, and pretty well behaved too.  Trey has been wanting a puppy for ages...Mike and I haven't been even remotely on board with the idea until a few months ago.  When we started considering it, we quickly determined we were not interested in getting a puppy, nor did we want to buy from a pet store.  So we would check the local rescue organizations websites frequently, and even go to the adoption days at Pet Smart too. 

 

About 2 months ago we were in the big city and stopped to see the dogs at adoption days.  There was one in particular that fit what we were looking for...and that Trey left a large chunk of his heart with when we left.  So we started the adoption process...but before we could go to far with it, we had to get Joey to the vet for her shots.  Let me tell you, that was a fun trip.  To say she doesn't enjoy car rides would be an understatement.  It's no wonder why we hadn't taken her for three years.   After she was up-to-date on vaccinations, we filled out the on-line application (which included three references...seriously), and waited to hear from the organization. 

 

Two weeks after submitting our application we had our "home" visit from the organization.  On all adoptions, a volunteer is sent to the potential adopters home to ensure the house will be a safe place for pooch.  The following Monday we received word that we were approved...but the pooch that we had been hoping for had already been adopted.  Twas a saddish day in our house.  It was during that same time though that Xander was placed in the rescue's care.  We were a bit unsure if he would be a good fit for us since he was only between 6-7 months old...and we were not wanting a puppy.  Our reasons for not wanting a puppy are basically potty training and chewing...didn't want to deal with either. 

But, last weekend we arranged to meet Xander at his foster home. We spent an hour with him at his foster home that day...it didn't take us long after we drove away to agree he was the one we wanted.  Mike and I had instructed Trey when we left home that morning not to get his hopes up becuase we most likely wouldn't be bringing Xander (or any other dog) home with us that day.  Yeah...we kinda sorta ended up bringing him home with us...way to hold firm on that declaration huh? 

It's hard to say what type of dog he is.  He was listed as a Corgi/Spaniel mix, but we think he must have some basset and retriever in him.  Whatever he is, he is sweet.  He loves to sleep.  Seriously, he puts the cat to shame.  

  

So we're all adjusting to having a pup in our house.  Except for Joey...she's not adjusting at all yet.  But the extra work, and the occasional mishap are totally worth seeing this look on our boy's face.

 

 

 

Prized Possessions

We are getting ready for a rummage sale this week which is loads of fun...does sarcasm come across well?  Any-who, Trey was helping me carry our junk precious things from the basement to the garage tonight, and happened to get an armful of his toys from when he was just a kid.  As he's looking wistfully down at his toys, here was our conversation:

Trey: I used to really like most of these things

Mom: Does it make you sad?

Trey: Kind of, these were some of my most prized possessions

Needless to say, I was kind of lost for words.  While I was trying not to get teary, I had the thought that engaging children in the donating or selling of once prized possessions can help teach them that no possessions are actually prized, it's the people you surround yourself with that mean the most.

Have you had the pleasure of eating the dove chocolates that have inspirational sayings inside the wrapper?  I had the pleasure of eating one today...my message was "Live life for the experiences, not for the possessions."  I saw it again when I was writing this...how fitting.

So this weekend, Trey will have the experience of watching some of his prized possessions become someone else's prized possessions.  The possibility of making just a bit of cash may be helping him through that. Does that defeat the lesson?

Wish me luck!

Kris

Broke

This post was one I originally posted on Blogger...for those of you that have seen it before I apologize...just trying to get all posts on one blog for future reference.

Sunday March 15, 2009

Yesterday, after spending a day shopping in Fargo, we drove through a subdivision on the outskirts of town before heading home. The houses in this subdivision are HUGE, and completely out of our league, but so fun to drool over. Trey was in awe--and declared one of the houses we drove by "his house." That particular house had a for sale sign in the front yard, so when we got home, I managed to find it on the internet. The selling price you ask??? A mere $965,000. This was the conversation that ensued between Trey and I...

Trey--"Can we buy it Mom?"

Me--"Um, no honey, we can't afford a house like that."

Trey--"Cause then we'd be down to like, $1000?"

Took me awhile to compose myself...and that is so totally why we won't be moving into...or anywhere near that house...