Sunday, August 7, 2011

Amplified

The piccolini are amplified these days. As in, happy to the extreme and getting along so well. And then, suddenly, they are frustrated and bored and getting along so poorly.  I'm feeling amplified, too.  Even the weekends seem to offer little relief.

Can you stand one more blog post about a mom being ready for summer to be over?

I didn't think so. But that's all I've got.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Just one little hop...


I'm not really sure what's crazier here: the fact that Noah is this close to a grasshopper OR that fact that squeamish me is this close to a grasshopper.

And when it did hop away - a gigantic 6 foot high hop straight up - I realized nobody is safe from a grasshopper.  Not that I'm scared of grasshoppers, or anything. That time I found one attempting to hop around in the bodice of my dress in the middle of a church service? That was, like, 25 years ago.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Welcome to Home Ownership. With Kids

If you were two piccolini - what fun things would you find to do in this area?


Would you:

a) build something with the 'big blocks' of wood?
b) turn over the tan and red sandbox and fill it with rocks?
c) play on the disassembled (green) fiberglass slide that your great aunt found at a yard sale?
d) drop rocks into the venting pipes for the furnace and hot water heater?

The answer?
d!
Drop rocks in the venting pipes for the furnace and hot water heater! Yay!

The really great thing about this type of activity? Return On Investment! A few minutes of plunking and rolling and rocks clinking together and THEN you get to spend Sunday afternoon watching Mommy and Daddy attempt to fix the problem.

Just in case anyone is interested: we ended up turning off the furnace and hot water heater, disconnecting the pipes in the basement (the only place they could be 'easily' disconnected), and then vacuuming out the pipes by duct taping an extra long hose to the shop vac. It made a HORRIBLE noise, but managed to remove all 60-80 rocks.

The backup plan was to run water from the exterior, down the pipes and into the basement. Thus, flushing out the rocks. I'm glad we didn't have to do that one, because the idea of me standing in the basement, water pouring out of the pipes, trying to catch it all in a trash can, yelling at Fritz: "Okay! Okay! Stop the water! Stop now!"?

Not so funny.