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I apologize for my brief departure of blog posting but it's been a busy weekend! My mom came by Friday afternoon wanting Noah, so Tim and I made the most of an unexpected free night and went out. As we feel like we're already in our golden years though, dinner was the most we could muster after a long work week. Not too exciting folks, but that was our Friday night date; however, I'll take a good steak and early bedtime any day!
Yesterday, we lingered a bit over our coffee and sausage roll, especially since I hadn't made it in awhile. The weather was so nice we even went for a walk. Patch was super excited when he learned that he'd be going too, until he discovered our plans. By the time we made it around it around the block, he persistently sat at our driveway, letting us know he would not be accompanying us any further! Since we had a lot to accomplish for a Saturday, we decided one loop was enough for us too.
Our goal yesterday was to clean out Noah's room, taking full advantage of the fact that he wasn't there. I'm usually one to make him clean it, but knowing that it needed to be fully cleaned and not just shuffled from one hiding spot to another, we tackled it. We knew we needed to free up space, because Noah's soon getting a "big boy bed" as he's quickly outgrown his bunk beds (and the fact that we sold it in record time on Facebook so he's sleeping on the floor!)
It amazes me how much clutter and nonsense the boy can collect. You don't even want to know how many giant black trash bags were tossed out of his room. Well, maybe you do but I'm not saying! Several hours later, pleased with our efforts and on a spring cleaning high, we moved to other parts of the house. Curtains...washed. Walls....scrubbed. Doors...cleaned. Dog....bathed.
You might wonder how on earth I could find joy in a spring cleaning marathon but I did. Sure, part of it helped ease the Little Miss Organization in me, but mostly, I just enjoyed spending the time with Tim. I'm very blessed to have a husband who has always helped out around the house. He's always there for big projects like this but he's also there to put a load in the wash, or vacuum, or whatever else needs doing any day of the week. We look at housework just like every other part of our marriage. And just as we met each other halfway down the aisle on our wedding day, symbolizing that vow, we've carried it through seventeen years later.
Projects tackled. Fresh clean house. Quality time with my hubby. ....Oh, and a glorious nap at the end. Yep, pretty good Saturday for me!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
who needs tv?...
It's not often that a washer excites a child, especially an 11 year old boy. Last night, however, was a different story.
Tim and decided that since our dryer was getting worse by the day and the washer had begun to sometimes walk it's way out of the laundry room , it was time for a new set. Granted, they could've lasted us another year, but they just as easily could've broke down next week. The timing wasn't great in that a refrigerator was also a big need too, as I was replacing the towel from in front of it to soak up the leak a couple times a week.
We scoured the sales ads, went in more stores than I care to ever repeat, and read countless reviews and ratings to make our final decision this past weekend. Since many stores were offering sales for President's Day, and many of those same stores already had energy savings sales, we made the most of the situation. A big ticket purchase like those is never really fun, but in our diligence, we saved a huge chunk of change.
Now, as adults, I expect us (especially women) to be excited about new appliances. Budget headache aside, it is nice to have updated and modern appliances. This was especially true for us, since the refrigerator came with the house, and was at least a decade old, and our washer/dryer was not a matching set.
After much research, we selected appliances that were all energy-saving, high efficiency, low water usage, and better all around for the earth and our wallets, at least on the back end. I was excited that my ice and water in the refrigerator would actually be filtered and has a nifty little sensor to tell me when to replace, and that it has a locking feature for when little fingers come over to visit. It also interested me to move toward a front load washer, which washes more clothes with less water and uses less detergent than my dinosaur did. The spring cleaning fever which has seemed to hit me was also eased by the fact that I got to get behind and inside nooks and crannies which don't see much attention from me on a normal housekeeping day. All in all, I was a happy camper!
What I did not expect was for my 11 year old son to be excited. On the first shopping trip we went on, he came along and regretted it after the first fifteen minutes in the store. "When will we be done?"... "How many more stores?"..."why don't they have toys!" seemed to be the common sentence theme that morning. The next day he very quickly announced he wouldn't be accompanying us on our next trip. I assumed he'd remained holed up in his room during the delivery, especially since he was feeling under the weather yesterday, but excitement soon gave him the burst of needed energy to be present for the entire ordeal.
He enthusiastically began peeling the saran-wrap like film which protected the frig and was all about helping remove tape, paperwork and any other task the guys gave him. He was even helpful in loading/unloading the groceries and stocking the freezer, a task he's normally conveniently busy for. Once fully installed, the delivery men were no further than the end of the driveway when he returned proudly with his hamper, ready to wash. He was ready to jump in head first but the mom and slight OCD in me kicked in and I had to supervise each step. Once satisfied there was nothing he could to mess it up, prompted mostly by the locking click I heard the washer make, I left him to be.
Honestly, I expected him to follow soon after and when he didn't, I returned to make sure he hadn't attempted to open the door or some other crazy idea boys his age might have. What I found was a very peacefully content boy, nearly hypnotised by the gentle swish and sway of the wash. He sat cross legged on the floor, directly in front of the washer, watching each phase. Every now and then he'd say, almost chant-like, "this is so fascinating!" It cracked me up, I snuck in a few pics of course, and it certainly gave me a big helping of joy to cap off the night.
Tim and decided that since our dryer was getting worse by the day and the washer had begun to sometimes walk it's way out of the laundry room , it was time for a new set. Granted, they could've lasted us another year, but they just as easily could've broke down next week. The timing wasn't great in that a refrigerator was also a big need too, as I was replacing the towel from in front of it to soak up the leak a couple times a week.
We scoured the sales ads, went in more stores than I care to ever repeat, and read countless reviews and ratings to make our final decision this past weekend. Since many stores were offering sales for President's Day, and many of those same stores already had energy savings sales, we made the most of the situation. A big ticket purchase like those is never really fun, but in our diligence, we saved a huge chunk of change.
Now, as adults, I expect us (especially women) to be excited about new appliances. Budget headache aside, it is nice to have updated and modern appliances. This was especially true for us, since the refrigerator came with the house, and was at least a decade old, and our washer/dryer was not a matching set.
After much research, we selected appliances that were all energy-saving, high efficiency, low water usage, and better all around for the earth and our wallets, at least on the back end. I was excited that my ice and water in the refrigerator would actually be filtered and has a nifty little sensor to tell me when to replace, and that it has a locking feature for when little fingers come over to visit. It also interested me to move toward a front load washer, which washes more clothes with less water and uses less detergent than my dinosaur did. The spring cleaning fever which has seemed to hit me was also eased by the fact that I got to get behind and inside nooks and crannies which don't see much attention from me on a normal housekeeping day. All in all, I was a happy camper!
What I did not expect was for my 11 year old son to be excited. On the first shopping trip we went on, he came along and regretted it after the first fifteen minutes in the store. "When will we be done?"... "How many more stores?"..."why don't they have toys!" seemed to be the common sentence theme that morning. The next day he very quickly announced he wouldn't be accompanying us on our next trip. I assumed he'd remained holed up in his room during the delivery, especially since he was feeling under the weather yesterday, but excitement soon gave him the burst of needed energy to be present for the entire ordeal.
He enthusiastically began peeling the saran-wrap like film which protected the frig and was all about helping remove tape, paperwork and any other task the guys gave him. He was even helpful in loading/unloading the groceries and stocking the freezer, a task he's normally conveniently busy for. Once fully installed, the delivery men were no further than the end of the driveway when he returned proudly with his hamper, ready to wash. He was ready to jump in head first but the mom and slight OCD in me kicked in and I had to supervise each step. Once satisfied there was nothing he could to mess it up, prompted mostly by the locking click I heard the washer make, I left him to be.
Honestly, I expected him to follow soon after and when he didn't, I returned to make sure he hadn't attempted to open the door or some other crazy idea boys his age might have. What I found was a very peacefully content boy, nearly hypnotised by the gentle swish and sway of the wash. He sat cross legged on the floor, directly in front of the washer, watching each phase. Every now and then he'd say, almost chant-like, "this is so fascinating!" It cracked me up, I snuck in a few pics of course, and it certainly gave me a big helping of joy to cap off the night.
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