This Old House

We should not have bought a brand new house. We are not able to care for it like we should. For example...

Adam got mad one day at started slamming his door around. Thus, we will need a dry waller.

Another day, I believe it was yesterday, this happened...


Thanks to wonderful Happy Meal toys (a colored pencil thingee) and Adam, we now have deemed the hallway our working canvas.

This is Gise getting in on the action...

He loves to climb into the drawer and hang out. It will break one of these days, I'm sure. (The child safety latches are in Dave's pile waiting to be installed. I can only do so much!)

And we now have this wonderful, lush green grass growing in our yard. Yet, the boys have taking up the hobby of golfing. Divot city.

So, should we really have bought this brand-spanking new house? Would this have happened in any other "used" home? Probably, but I wouldn't feel so bad about everything.

By the way, on a side note, I got into the golfing hobby this afternoon also. The boys and I were hitting golf balls in the "no-houses-yet" subdivision behind ours. This is what I did to Adam...

No, I didn't draw marker on his face. He did that himself. (He said it made him look "all-school pro" or "old school pro", whichever one or whatever that is.)

He was so excited to go chasing after the ball I had hit, that he ran right into my back swing. (Yes, I know I am a bad mom. Please don't call DCFS.) Grandma/Nurse Betts came over to assess the "damage", but she butterflied him right up. Thank God no trip to the ER. (Adam was just glad he didn't have to go through the "trauma" of the experience an ER visit would entail. "What's 'trauma' Mom?") It doesn't look like much, but when the gash is gushing blood all down his face, you think the worst. I don't think he'll ever be a model with the scars he has and will accumulate over the years. And it looks like he'll even get a shiner out of this all. I've always wanted one myself. I'll tell him how cool it looks. Maybe I won't feel so bad then.