Disclaimer: I'm so embarrassed about the following post. But I can't bear to delete it. Save yourself! Don't watch the video.
We made the following video for my brother Matt, who is far away from his family right now, not in uniform, but serving his country. I hope he can see this. We tried to send it another way, but it didn't work. Hope it works this way. Sorry the home tour is so long. I'd edit it, but I don't know how.
If you are not Matt, you can still watch, but it's long and very jumpy. Sorry my filming is really bad. But, it does include a tour of our new home, which we wish could see more of our friends and family in person.
We love you, Matthew.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Driving Home From Church
I pulled over twice on the way home from church to break up fighting in the backseat. The first time, I made them say something nice about each other.
Luke: Pete's smart.
Pete: Nu-uh, Luke's the one that's smart! (smaht)
Carrie: (sing-song voice) You're both smart. That's wonderful!
Pete: (impatiently) Nooooo, Luke's da one that's smahter.
Carrie: (not in a sing-song voice) Okay, say something else nice about Pete, Luke.
Luke: (not smiling at all, bored) He's funny.
Carrie: He IS funny. Okay, Petey, Luke is smart, now say one more good thing about him.
Pete: He has really long hair. (He has weally lond hay-uh.)
Carrie: Great! Let's get going.
Four blocks later, we pulled over again. This time I just made them apologize.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Metaphorically Speaking
This is an OLD post that I never posted. You can guess why. But, today I want to post it.
I visited the Pioneer Woman today, where I saw this sign.
"Scrape shit from your boots before entering."
I like it. It reminds me of my hometown and working at VIP. Furthermore, I wish people in my life would follow its counsel. This afternoon little dirty boys tracked mud through the house across the just-barely-swept floor and into the just-cleaned bathroom. The pristine bar of soap is now brown and the counters are smudged. I swept again.
Metaphorically, too, I'd like this gritty bit of wisdom to hold water. But, I think maybe it doesn't. I definitely want admittance even with all my metaphorical shit. Maybe the true love sign would say, "Come on in, you'll get cleaned up eventually."
....
I'm not sure if this is my blogging rebirth. But, here's an update: In November, Luke turned 7. He's lost several teeth. Currently he's completely missing the top middle two and one on the bottom. On his 3rd or 4th tooth, he wanted money for his tooth, but he also wanted to keep the tooth. I made him write a letter to the tooth fairy. He wrote: To the Tooth Fairy. Hi I am Luke. "PLEES LEEF MY TOOCH. P.S. I DOTE BELEEF IN YOU."
The week before Christmas I told the boys that I hadn't done any shopping for their Christmas presents. Petey, age 3, said, "Tanta bings my peasants." Luke said, "There's no such thing as Santa." Pete replied, "Ya-huh. I taw him in da pawade."
One of the things Brandon gave me for Christmas was a bouquet of flowers. The card said, "I think 2012 is going to be a great year for us." I cried when I read it. I knew he was talking about his job search.
Happy New Year.
And Pete is finally, finally, finally potty trained.
2012 will be a great year indeed.
I visited the Pioneer Woman today, where I saw this sign.
"Scrape shit from your boots before entering."
I like it. It reminds me of my hometown and working at VIP. Furthermore, I wish people in my life would follow its counsel. This afternoon little dirty boys tracked mud through the house across the just-barely-swept floor and into the just-cleaned bathroom. The pristine bar of soap is now brown and the counters are smudged. I swept again.
Metaphorically, too, I'd like this gritty bit of wisdom to hold water. But, I think maybe it doesn't. I definitely want admittance even with all my metaphorical shit. Maybe the true love sign would say, "Come on in, you'll get cleaned up eventually."
....
I'm not sure if this is my blogging rebirth. But, here's an update: In November, Luke turned 7. He's lost several teeth. Currently he's completely missing the top middle two and one on the bottom. On his 3rd or 4th tooth, he wanted money for his tooth, but he also wanted to keep the tooth. I made him write a letter to the tooth fairy. He wrote: To the Tooth Fairy. Hi I am Luke. "PLEES LEEF MY TOOCH. P.S. I DOTE BELEEF IN YOU."
The week before Christmas I told the boys that I hadn't done any shopping for their Christmas presents. Petey, age 3, said, "Tanta bings my peasants." Luke said, "There's no such thing as Santa." Pete replied, "Ya-huh. I taw him in da pawade."
One of the things Brandon gave me for Christmas was a bouquet of flowers. The card said, "I think 2012 is going to be a great year for us." I cried when I read it. I knew he was talking about his job search.
Happy New Year.
And Pete is finally, finally, finally potty trained.
2012 will be a great year indeed.
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