Last night I sat in our living room with Nick. I tipped my chin to the ceiling and belted out songs at the top of my lungs. I sang everything from "Amazing Grace" to "The Wild Colonial Boy." I'm sure Jody was glad to have a tv to hook up in the basement so he didn't have to sit through my ridiculous opera show. Nick liked it though. He asked me to sing "The Wild Colonial Boy" twice!
There's some rather entertaining things about this house. There's a giant mirror in the dining room. The neighbor works for the glass company who installed it and he told me it's there for good. So, every single meal, Nick watches himself eat. He pauses and shoots at his reflection or opens his mouth as wide as possible while scrunching his nose into a little bunch and bugging his eyes out. Sometimes he smiles as pleasantly as can be at his reflection and makes efforts to appear that he is very pleased with his food as he chomps it with great appreciation. Kaitlyn appears to care nothing for the mirror but Eden has used it on two occasions to help summon tears. It always helps her cry if she can stare at her dismal reflection while bringing her tears on. Jody and I just try not to look at ourselves eating which we both find rather nauseating and focus rather diligently on not giving Nick any attention for his hilarious antics.
One day Kait said "Mom, I'm very sorry to tell you this but there are some THINGS that I just can't get used to at this house". I said "really, like what?" I thought she'd say she didn't like being way upstairs without us or that she wasn't used to Theresa being gone. Nah, silly me. "Well, I always open the pantry to find the trash and it's not there and I get confused about opening the refrigerator" (it swings the other way). Ah yes, these are the grave concerns of the five year old who just relocated. LOL!
This morning Nick snuggled up to me and said "Mom, are you going to ride a giraffe soon?" I said "no, I don't think so, are you?" "Yes" he said simply. "Oh, how are you going to do that?" "I'm just going to climb up there."
Finally, a note I found written by Eden on a small hot pink post it note.
How To Go To Abby's House:
1. get a jet
2. get on a jet
3. forese (force)mom to go on a trip
4. do it for my b-day
(flip to back side)
5. get really mad
6. say I miss her so bad
Aww, Gin and Brad, please move here!!!!
