OH so clean!!!

This is nothing but a bit of excitement because today we cleaned the garage!!! I longed for a garage for the first five years of married life, then when I finally got one we just filled it up with junk! Okay, it wasn't that bad. We could still park two cars in it, but it was a mess.

Today we de-junked, swept, organized, bought pegboard and hooks, organized some more, and swept again. It feels great! I'm even building a little "mudroom" area, since we don't really have a good place for all that wet winter gear inside. So I'm patting myself on the back. You can feel free to do so as well! Doesn't it look gorgeous???

Okay, maybe that garage is still in my dreams. But we'll get there before long!

Tagged

I've been tagged. I'm supposed to post the fourth picture in my fourth album (I think). Not sure exactly what that means, or if it means digital or real photos. I chose the easy route. Here's the shot:That's Sammy pretending to be asleep in Riley's carseat. Sammy was about 2 at the time and had to pretend to be a baby again. Oh wait, he still does that now too!



I tag Phame, Deanne, Tricia S., and Lindsay!

Broc-O-Mama

I'm not surprised about the election results. I'm not overly excited or disappointed. I don't think either presidential candidate really had very many good answers. But in the morning, I will have to confront both sides of the political spectrum.

I mean Sammy and Riley.

They took an interest in politics only because they liked saying "Barack Obama," which almost instantly morphed into "Broc-O-Mama" (me), and several other goofy variations. But the boys do recognize his name on the radio.

Then I took the whole family with me to vote last week, where Sammy very loudly proclaimed that he wanted the "white guy" to win. "Do you mean the man with the white hair?" I asked, feeling condemned as a racist (by my predominantly white fellow voters, go figure). "No, the man with the white face," he replied. No reason that he could specify, though.

Then today, Riley came home with a preschool paper about voting, the president, and the two candidates. I noticed he had marked his "vote" for Barack Obama. He couldn't say why either, so I think it goes back to the "Broc-O-Mama" thing (Riley likes funny words). All he knew was that he wanted Obama to live in the big white house, not McCain. And he called them by their last names, for all the world sounding like a seasoned reporter.

All I want is for my two little boys not to bicker in the morning or taunt each other over the outcome of the election. And I guess it would be nice if the rest of the country wouldn't either!

Where did my little baby go?

Zeke walks!

I've been meaning to post for over a week now. I don't even remember the exact day when Zeke took his first steps (I think it was three the first time we knew they were intended). Does that make me a bad mom? But this weekend he has progressed rapidly from three to who knows how many. He can walk several feet across the room, but only until he's within "diving distance." He's pretty perceptive about just how close he has to be to Mom or Dad to safely tip himself over into our arms. He has tried this once or twice on Sammy and Riley, with disastrous results. Now he only rarely dares walk toward them. (In fact, he's developing a healthy fear of these two, for as much "love" as they give him.)

Anyway, WOOHOO for Zeke!!!!