Things

We've increased the mass of our possessions by quite a bit this last week. On Saturday I was checking craigslist to make sure that no one was posting a great deal for a treadmill since I just bought one new (not like I could do anything about it if I did miss a deal), and found that there was a bunkbed posted. In my experience, bunkbeds, at least good ones, are not often offered up for sale and at such a price ($125, hard wood). So we called up the people and ran over for a look. This terribly nice older couple were clearing out their kids rooms to convert to studies and had asked all the kids to take the bunkbed because they did NOT want to get rid of it, but all their kids decline. We liked the bed, especially the fact that it is at least 20 years old but still in really good condition; hardly any nicks or scrapes at all and still really solid. Since it is so old, the safety features aren't as rigorously up to standard as a new one would be, but we are confident that Sam wont be rolling off or through bars in the middle of the night. We offered to pay 100 for it and they accepted! When Rob went back that afternoon in a borrowed van to pick it up (thanks again Edges!) they had discovered that one of the beds didn't have a supporting board. They had been using a box spring on it. They knew that we didn't have box springs so they called up the hardware store to see how much a sheet of plywood cut to fit would be and gave Rob cash for that. Very nice of them. We set the bed up yesterday and the kids have hardly gotten off of it. They are so excited! The only drawback to it that I can see is that there is no storage space under the bed, which in our tiny living space is a big drawback, but hopefully the added space in their bedroom with the toddler bed and crib out of the way will make up for that. Grace is especially proud of her new Princess sheets. 

Sam and Grace on their big kid beds!

My treadmill. Hopefully the set up isn't too complicated and I will be able to be running on it tomorrow morning!

Grace looking sad and pathetic

Odd Comment

The other day Rob was walking home from campus with one of our neighbors who is also in our ward. In the course of their conversation, this person commented that he thought Rob and I must have come from more affluent families then he and his wife came from. I laughed when Rob told me this since both of our families went through times of severe financial struggles and even now no one would ever classify either my family or his as wealthy, at least not looking only at monetary value. I also thought it an odd thing considering both this person's family and my little family are living in low-income housing, which you have to be POOR to qualify for so its not like we have anything more then this family has. So it leaves me to wonder. What is it about me and Rob that exudes the idea of money when money is something that we've never really had?

Long Night

Just as I was getting into bed last night, Rob came and said, 'go see if you think the kids room smells like vomit'. Or words to that effect. Lovely. Well, it did, and for good reason. Grace had lost her dinner, though surprisingly, I think she slept right through the experience. She was sound asleep and even after I picked her up and took off her jammies she laid down on the floor and slept. When she finally did wake up (a bath will do that to you), and I was asking her about it, she couldn't remember anything. She must have thought I was a little crazy to wake her up in the middle of the night to bathe her and change her bedding. I think she thought it was some new game. Anyway, she was in a great mood and said her tummy felt fine, so we put her back to bed and hoped for the best. Interestingly enough, Sam, who shares a room with her, slept through all the excitement, if you can call it that. 

So we got to bed about an hour later then planned.  You know how it is when your kids are sick and yet you're trying to sleep. Every odd or imagined noise jolts you up, wondering if that is them in distress. Anyway, I finally fell asleep around midnight, but abruptly awoke at around 2:3o to hear Sam yelling at us. It was his turn. Grace woke up, of course, but she was still happy and didn't complain when we packed Sam and all his soiled bedding out of the room and shut the door on her, hoping she would fall back asleep. Luckily Sam missed most of his body when he,... well,... you know, so no bath was necessary. He, however, is feeling much worse then Grace. We got him back to bed, and then again went through the arduous process of relaxing enough to sleep. Sam woke again at 6:30 being sick, but Rob was good enough to handle it himself and let me have a bit more sleep. 

So now we're all laying about in our jammies and robes watching Peter Pan. Grace seems to be doing fine; Sam can't keep anything down. Rob has classes to get to. Long night turns into long day. 

The Birth of a Soup

May I Present...
Lentil Beef Soup