BigCat is working hard to get the downstairs bedroom finished so that everything from the spare bedroom upstairs can be moved on down. Then Bubba, and all his belongings, will be moved into the former spare bedroom (which has been a play room for the last handful of months - yikes, he probably doesn't want to lose that!) and baby girl will be moving into Bubba's current room. Why so many moves? Well, the "baby" room is by far the smallest so it only makes sense, specially since Bubba and his toys require a greater space these days.
Anyway, point being, I'm hard at work to empty (and hopefully get rid of some of) the contents of the former spare bedroom closet. The issue at hand... I have a box full of all of the cards I have received in my 30 years... what do I do with these?? I don't think I can continue to keep them all as I would have way too many by the end. I have even started a box for BigCat, mostly against his will, but those will be easier to weed out and toss. Does anyone have any fun ideas of what to do with these? I'm definitely going to get rid of some of them, maybe just keeping the ones with special personal messages? I don't know... I'm at a loss. I feel like I'll be getting rid of a part of me, but I don't know that keeping them around is the best answer. The house just isn't big enough!
5.30.2010
5.05.2010
Low Larsen's is Right
It has been an interesting couple of weeks, leaving me with plenty to write about but not a lot of time to write it.
The first part of last week found the three of us sicker than we have ever been before, at least in these respects. For Bubba, at the ripe ol' age of 2, this isn't saying much, but it is saying a lot for BigCat and myself. To keep the images to a minimum, let's just say we weren't able to keep anything in, and BigCat and I were insanely thankful for 2 bathrooms that first night. Bubba started it off over the weekend, and by Sunday night the two of us followed suit, leaving us to the couch for a good portion of the week. This extremely contagious virus is now out of our house, but it sure was a miserable addition while it lasted.
This week has proven to be quite the challenge, as something switched in Bubba and he's suddenly a different kid. Terrible twos? Maybe, but it seems like more. He's incredibly angry. Whatever this is tends to be worse with mom and dad, but the "symptoms" are beginning to show at daycare as well... which is huge because this is where he's his happiest. He's screaming, kicking, throwing, squeezing my limbs with all his might, and incredibly defiant. It is definitely wearing on us quickly. We continue to remain consistent with our consequences and are praying hard that this ends quickly. I hardly recognize him as my son and would really like my happy lil' guy back. He's had a lot of changes lately, some rather large, and I can't help but think this has something to do with it.
So, there's the Larsen Lowdown. I hope the next post finds us in higher places!!
The first part of last week found the three of us sicker than we have ever been before, at least in these respects. For Bubba, at the ripe ol' age of 2, this isn't saying much, but it is saying a lot for BigCat and myself. To keep the images to a minimum, let's just say we weren't able to keep anything in, and BigCat and I were insanely thankful for 2 bathrooms that first night. Bubba started it off over the weekend, and by Sunday night the two of us followed suit, leaving us to the couch for a good portion of the week. This extremely contagious virus is now out of our house, but it sure was a miserable addition while it lasted.
This week has proven to be quite the challenge, as something switched in Bubba and he's suddenly a different kid. Terrible twos? Maybe, but it seems like more. He's incredibly angry. Whatever this is tends to be worse with mom and dad, but the "symptoms" are beginning to show at daycare as well... which is huge because this is where he's his happiest. He's screaming, kicking, throwing, squeezing my limbs with all his might, and incredibly defiant. It is definitely wearing on us quickly. We continue to remain consistent with our consequences and are praying hard that this ends quickly. I hardly recognize him as my son and would really like my happy lil' guy back. He's had a lot of changes lately, some rather large, and I can't help but think this has something to do with it.
So, there's the Larsen Lowdown. I hope the next post finds us in higher places!!
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