Miracle

He's sleeping. In his bed. For the second time today. Let me say that again: my darling boy is taking his second nap of the day in his very own crib. And he's been there longer than ten minutes.

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

MIA

   Yeah, it's been a while. We've been out of town a lot and life just really hasn't been very interesting besides our little trips. All three of us went down to Gray's Harbor for Nate's aunt's 50th birthday party, then Jack and I went to the Oregon Coast to play with my college friends (more on that later), and this last weekend we all went to the Leavenworth area for a family reunion.

   Other than that, our life has revolved around trying to get our rotten child to sleep. It is my goal this week to get him to eat normally and after that, we're working on the sleeping thing. The little angel has decided that he wants to hang out in the middle of the night, not to eat or anything. I think he just misses us. It's not as sweet as it sounds. We have to get him to start sleeping more before I go back to school or else I'm going to be one cranky, tired teacher.

   Those of you without kids must be thinking, "Wow, she's a little obsessive about this whole sleeping thing! Isn't that what her last post was about? Get a life, lady!" And those of you with kids are probably nodding in sympathy as you read. At least I hope you are. I can't have the only non-sleeping child out there.

  I just wanted to let y'all know we're still alive and kicking (mostly at about 1:30am) and that there will be more exciting posts to come. Sarah, I hope you're satisfied. I posted again.

Sleepless in Skagit Valley

Since we've gotten back from my parents' house over the Fourth of July weekend, Jack has been a terrible sleeper. While we were there, he woke up several times during the night, but I just figured it was because we were away from home. Boy, was I looking forward to coming back home!

A lot of good it did me! He's still waking up every few hours for no apparent reason. He doesn't want to eat; he just wants to socialize a little. 

It may be my punishment for bragging, umm...I mean, saying that he was sleeping six to seven hours a night. Aaarrggghhh! I don't know what I'm going to do.

Of course, he's sleeping now. You know, at 10:30 in the morning. This is not working for me.

Getting it done

About a year and a half ago, Nate and I bought our house that we lovingly refer to as "the dump." And when we bought it, it really was. Initially, we worked really hard to fix her up. We ripped out carpet, refinished floors, painted inside and out, redid the trim,  and remodeled the bathroom and the kitchen. (and since we only have one bathroom, that meant we were using Nate's parent's trailer when our's was out of commission. In Februrary. It was cold.)

So  we've obviously done a lot of work, however, we have the tendency to almost complete our tasks. Right now the kitchen floor is almost done, as is the trim in several rooms. But the thing that has been bugging me the most is the hallway and connecting door frames. The people who lived here before us must have had terrible taste because they painted all of the trim the most puke-inducing shade of green. Flat, dirty, gross green. And I've been meaning to get around to painting it for over a year. It's finally happening. When I told my mom yesterday that we were going to get it done she said, "Oh, your dad will be so relieved. I'm not sure why, but he's been really stressing out that it's not finished." Thanks, Dad!

My dear MOL came up yesterday to help paint everything and the woman is a champ. (To be more accurate, I was helping her.) So, we've painted the hall and primed all the trim. She's coming up today to finish. Yea! I'll be sure to let y'all know how it goes, as if you really care about the state of my hallway. At least my dad and I will be happy it's done.