Stream of Consciousness

Advanced Warning: This is a stream of consciousness blog and there will be no organization, unecessary punctuation, and forethought to the words that will follow. You will therefore be without a filter and fully exposed to the random thoughts of my brain.

Read if you dare....

So i have insomnia. It's like the moment I know I am supposed to sleep i can't. the irony is that I am exhausted all day? go figure. Last night Luke wouldn't go to bed and i was lacking the energy for parental discipline so we watched a movie and he spent the full 2 hours crawling all over me, jumping, wrestling, and sitting on my head. I think we finally crashed around 2am. In the end i was grateful for the company and memories of his crazy eyes looking at me asking for more pretzels.

(Feist "i feel it all" is playing on itunes right now. A good tune for anyone interested.)

The project wars took place over the weekend. Heidi got a nice bee in her bonnet to spend the days canning fruit! I have a love hate relationship with this. For 3-4 days the kitchen is wreck and I feel like my house is a small production factory. to complicate matters I decided to make the same weekend a home improvement opportunity. our kitchen had no backsplash and as the name implies there is some splashing that takes place particularly behind the sink. with me being OCD I couldn't take it anymore as the dry wall and paint was looking funky. we finally chose a tile style and layout we were happy with and i proceeded to make it happen. Picture Heidi and I rotating in the kitchen as she cuts and boils fruit while I carefully place tiles on the wall. this environment is a hotbed for couple meltdown but miraculously we came out of the weekend unscathed!

Now there are lovely cans of fruit on the counter with a nice tile backplash backdrop. go team treidi.

Luke was not to be out done by our projects as he obsessed over his puzzles. He has become some kind of puzzle dynamo over the last few weeks. he sits on the wood floor in between the kitchen and front room and does his puzzles over and over again. He is so concentrated that he breathes heavy while he does them... he is up to 5-8 year old puzzles. Not bad for a little scrappy two year old. If only he could apply this apparent intellect to potty training... I think he just doesn't feel like it yet. it's like , "look dad i have my whole life to wear big boy undies and use the potty. why be in a rush? I'll get to it when I'm ready."

i am happy with the resurgence of blog writing by myself and other friends and family. For some reason it is easier to get to the real substance of what is going on with each other. we don't have to waste time calling and saying...

so...
how is it going?
good and you?
oh fine.... well... what's new?
not much you?


my stream has dried up I'm outta here.