The day before yesterday the dishwasher didn't run when I turned it on. I thought maybe I didn't turn the dial all the way. So yesterday when I went to run it again (I already had dishes pilling up in up the sink waiting their turn) I made sure I turned the dial to the correct spot. I go in the bedroom to play Mr Potato Head with Rose. We play for a while. I go back into the kitchen, the floor is flooded. Yes water just loves us here at this apartment.
There was the major flooding back in December in the bathroom, hall, and bedroom; then the beginning of this month, water was coming in through the ceiling in our living room (I don't think I blogged about that one) and the water that came in our laundry room and now there is a big hole in the ceiling in there. Water stains on our ceiling in the living room and water stains down the walls is now a common sight. So when I saw water cover my kitchen floor, I wasn't shocked. I go to clean it up and discover the water by the dishwasher it is an inch high. Oh...I am beginning to become an expert water cleaner upper!
Spending over an hour washing dishes by hand...still wasn't done....so my loving husband offers to finish them up for me. Isn't he so sweet.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday's Field Trip...
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The Haircut
First I must remind you of this:
Yesterday Rose came sheepishly peeking around the corner to seek me out. I smiled back and thought 'she is so precious'....then I notice she looks different....oh my goodness she has cut her hair. I go in the kitchen (where she has just came from) to investigate.
And this is what I found:
I pick it up:
And calmly take her to the bathroom so she can see herself:
She's not so thrilled with the results:
"Mommy do I look like a boy?"
Yesterday Rose came sheepishly peeking around the corner to seek me out. I smiled back and thought 'she is so precious'....then I notice she looks different....oh my goodness she has cut her hair. I go in the kitchen (where she has just came from) to investigate.And this is what I found:
I pick it up:
And calmly take her to the bathroom so she can see herself:
She's not so thrilled with the results:
"Mommy do I look like a boy?"....well, honey a bow might be even more of a necessity, now.
Monday, February 25, 2008
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