Eddie woke me up at 4:22 am on Monday. He was climbing on my head and drooling. Yup, that's right. He drools. Literally drips out-- It's quite disgusting. Anyhow, I got up and shut him out of our bedroom and tried to fall back asleep but to no avail. For the next hour I tossed and turned and everytime I was just about to drift off I could hear a little voice telling me to just get up--think of all the things you could be getting done. Finally, I did listen to that little voice and got up. At 5:22 a.m.
I made myself a cup of tea, started a load of laundry and had breakfast. I updated my blog. Then I cleaned up the kitchen including a complete emptying and a partial re-load of the dishwasher. I cleaned the foyer (ours is fair sized) I packed the kids' lunches and filled out their envelopes and wrote checks for Frosty Shoppe for them. I vacummed the 1st floor, fed the cats and finished that load of laundry. All of this before 7:30! I even chatted online with my friend Cathy who lives up the street and was up surprisingly early herself for a few minutes. It was very nice getting a good start to the day.
Oh. I ALSO brought the dog-crate up from the basement and put it in the office on the second floor. I was getting to the point where I couldn't take having to come home everyday and spend time cleaning up the kitchen that was full of destroyed paper and any other reachable thing. Before we all left the house, I turned on some music for the dogs, put Riley in the crate and Bob in the office and put the gate up to keep Bob in the office with Riley.
A few hours later I came home and the office was TRASHED. Papers everywhere. Chewed up pieces of plastic from various things including the cases of several CDS that had been packed in a box with a lid on it. Oh, and this:
This was a full bottle minus about 3 tablets. Completely empty now. Not even one tablet to be found among the debris.
Bob. Yup, he did it all by himself. All of it. Poor Riley was still in the crate looking at me in that ingratiating way that dogs have when they think you might be mad at them.
Soooooooooooo. So. So. SO. Has Bob been the one doing all the damage these past two months? Despite having seen Riley be destructive like this about a year or so ago (which is why we were so quick to blame him thought we've not caught him at it since) could it really have been Bob all along and not Riley? We shall see today if it's really been Bob or if it's both.
Today, Bob will be spending his time in the crate and Riley in the office with the gate up to see if he duplicates Bob's destruction. It'll be worth taking the chance of having to clean up the same mess again (minus the TUMS) to see just who is doing what here.
All over blog land, I've been seeing some really fabulous snow pictures. Well, not going to see those sort here. One, we didn't get quite enough snow, two, you can see the bits of yard/yard debris sticking through the snow because of #1 and three I was barefoot and loving my zoom button from the edge of the dining room door.
Here are a few...not so pretty...pictures of how the kids and dogs enjoy any sort of snow.
Tristyn prefers to use the snow as a modeling compound, shaping it into various things. I later found out that he was fascinated with how he could turn snow into 'ice' and was pretending he was some super hero that used this as his power. We hadn't been able to find his waterproof gloves and the plain knit kind allowed the warmth of his hands to compact the snow into hard little ice balls.
Maia thought she'd try snowboardings and she didn't care that her board was saucer shaped.
And spun. And made her fall. She just kept trying. What's that? You think Maia looks funny? I do too, but I couldn't get her to take her dress off. She looks like a pink puffy GIRL marshmallow man. I force them to overdress some for playing in the snow. I can't help it. I think I get it from my dad; he was always naysaying coats and jackets on basis of them not being 'thick' enough. At any rate, after 1 hour, 15 minutes I finally called them in because the hot cocoa I had warming on the stove was developing a skin. Except for pink cheeks, they weren't even cold!
Riley loves the snow. I mean he really LOVES the snow. It instantly excites him throwing him into a frenzy of running.
What about Bob?
Well Bob is like me. He doesn't like to be cold. Bob snuck in the house through my legs while I was taking the pictures.
I can't say I blame him.
It was a long, slow nice weekend. Just the type that was needed.
On Friday, Rick and I met his sister and his mum to go see a movie. We saw American Gangster which I did not like at all. It was really long and it really tried to glorify the gangster guy into some great person when really he was a slimy scuzball who did nothing but sell drugs. Sure, there were a few clips of him handing out some turkeys to some poor people and buying his mother a house but it seemed like that sort of thing was only added in right at the end so he didn't look too evil. I really didn't enjoy it at all. Afterwards, we went to a restaurant for a very quiet dinner. Rick and I parted from his mum and sister once dinner was over and went to Barnes & Noble where I found out that the concluding book by an author I've been reading for a long time was out!
Saturday morning we lounged around until it was time to get REALLY bundled up to go see the University of Pitt football game. It was cold but I fear not as cold as it will be tonight at the Steeler's game! By the time we got home the dogs were itching to get out and do something and we took them up to the field to let them have some off-leash running around time. Turkey leftovers were for dinner (I'm so tired of turkey!) and then we made a last minute decision to go out shopping instead of going to a movie again.
Generally, the trip to the mall was unexciting but ultimately profitable because I was able to convince Rick to get himself a new ski jacket. The one he had had was a nice jacket and warm but not waterproof--which is something useful to have when sitting in the rain at a football game and also when skiing.
Sunday was something new for us. As I have mentioned before, we've talked to the missionaries around the corner from us a good deal. We went to a service. It was quite different from the Catholic masses I grew used to in my childhood and I rather liked it.
One thing that was talked about was based off this:
26 For behold, it is not meet that I should command in all things; for he that is acompelled in all things, the same is a slothful and not a wise servant; wherefore he receiveth no reward.
27 Verily I say, men should be anxiously engaged in a good cause, and do many things of their own free will, and bring to pass much righteousness;
28 For the power is in them, wherein they are agents unto themselves. And inasmuch as men do good they shall in nowise lose their breward.
29 But he that doeth not anything until he is commanded, and receiveth a commandment with doubtful heart, and keepeth it with slothfulness, the same is damned.
There was a big discussion that followed and if I were to attempt (albeit probably poorly) to sum it down into one word I would say 'initiative.' A few people sighted some easy to see examples about how you shouldn't go about only doing things on a checklist but how you should also do the things that need to be done--that you can see is right to do, etc etc. One person made the extremely simple--but good--example of how when at the science center he saw an employee who was obviously upper management bend down to retrieve a piece of trash to throw away. It wasn't her job to do that but she was there and saw the need and did it.
Anyways, it really made me think. I think that it is good to live like that but I wonder when is a good point to say 'okay, enough is enough?' They talked about that too and it seems like it was a general consensus to keep giving, keep doing, etc. but I think that it is not so simple. I think that there comes a certain point when you might be doing more, giving more, etc. and it starts to have a negative effect on you and/or your family. I think at that point it is okay to not give more of yourself because at that point the positive effects you might be doing for someone else is having negative effects on the well being of you and/or your family.
One person talked about how their mother was always sharing food with other poor families when growing up and it made them angry because they were poor too. But--as they grew older they realized that they were able to share, that the positive it brought about was greater than the negative.
This sort of attitude I think stretches into all areas of life. From the simple things like keeping your home clean and comforting to helping others.
Okay! Enough of my mid-morning gibberish--I'm not sure I've made any sense anyhow!
I thought Tristyn was going to have a meltdown yesterday when it was time to wake up and get ready for school. I won't go into details but let's just say it wasn't pleasant and it was full of frustration, crying and bitter words.
The reason? The boy was exhausted. He always is when he comes back home and then on top of it he has a hard time shutting off his mind and actually laying there long enough to fall asleep. I made a mental note to remember to have him go to bed a little earlier that night to try to catch up. But--I would keep him away from any and all clocks so he wouldn't know he was going to bed early.
Tristyn came home from school with shadows under his eyes. For awhile he was distracted by friends over to play but then soon after they left and we had dinner he returned to meltdown mode. Everything was upsetting him. Especially the fact that Maia bought a book at the school book fair with the money I gave her that Tristyn had also wanted. I pointed out to Tristyn that this was actually a good thing because he wouldn't be getting enough money to get ALL the books he wanted and now he could get the other three and read the one Maia got. It would be almost like he had gotten to get all of them. He kept insisting he was going to buy the same book and would count his change to bring to school to make up the difference in the amount of money he was getting from me and the amount he needed. The logic I presented him did NOT sink in. Over and over and over I explained how it actually worked out for him and he just yelled and cried at Maia. In a flair of annoyance (I'm working on the patience thing) I told him he was going to bed early and to go take a shower.
Some time later, Tristyn came downstairs to the second floor freshly scrubbed and wrapped up in his bathrobe. He said:
T--Am I in trouble?
T--For what I did.
M--(seeing that he was quite upset and asking very gently) What did you do?
T---I didn't want to go to bed early and I locked my door so I couldn't get in and go to bed early.
It took every ounce of me to hurry him downstairs so he wouldn't hear me laugh out loud. Don't worry, he didn't get in trouble and later we had a nice talk about the day and ways to try to improve some of the things we have difficulties with.
Eddie is home safe and sound. Nineteen days later and weighing considerably less but he's home. I am very thankful for the kind family who found him and called me. Rick is going to order flowers and have them sent to their house to the grandmother because she is the one Eddie went up to and she brought him inside.
The missionaries from down the street came down to talk last night too. They were here about an hour and a half and we had a good talk. I sent them home with dessert of course! Some cake and some butter cookies I had just made that afternoon were packed up and sent home with them.
Guess I'll be baking again today. =D