my little grape

Seriously. I commented to her on how lovely all her purple was or how she was all purple, something like that, and she responded "Yea I is a grape!"
Now I wonder if her Daddy jokingly told her that earlier today or if she came up with it herself. 50/50 chances.
and doesn't she look lovely sprawled on the dog's bed (which is more often the cat's bed, but we figure if the dog ever actually wants it, he's big enough to claim it).

in which I have no money...

Gah. I am broke for the next two weeks. Payday was today, and while I have not quite $600 coming into my account, I have bills due totaling $500 (and that's just the ones I remember!) due before the next payday. Sadly, I also very much want some new winter boots (waterproof, easy on/off, for use at work and when walking the dog). We did a family outing to the shoe store yesterday so I could look for some, and I did find some shoes that would suit my purposes but they did not have them in my size. We did not leave emptyhanded (or footed, actually, as the girls both left the store wearing the new boots they each got. Our bag contained the shoes they had worn into the store and 2 sets of Hello Kitty socks for Boo).
Today is a miserable dreary day. I can hear airplanes flying overhead but cannot see them at all. We are only 5 miles from the end of the runway, so normally we get an excellent view of all aircraft whether they are going in for landing or heading out. (We both work for an airline, and somehow both still enjoy the magic thousands of pounds of thrust can work to send a metal tube hurtling through the sky.)
Yesterday I managed to get the girls' clothing through the washer and dryer, but simply dumped it all out of the dryer into a basket. I hate folding their clothes. It's numbing and awkward and takes forever. I don't mind doing the grownup clothes at all, and got all of our jeans washed (put away while the girls ate breakfast). It would be wise of me to wash the towels too, but the motivation just isn't there.
Late last night when walking the dog I noticed flickering light in the house next to us (which is not completed, scheduled for the lovely couple and their infant son to move in by the end of next month). I stood outside in the drizzle for a while watching, decided it was indeed firelight I was seeing, and debated going through the mud to see why there was fire and was it contained. I went back inside, washed the dishes, fed the pets, and decided I really needed to check on the flames. So I put on my ultra-muddy tennis shoes (muddy from checking out 3rd house down's terrible furnace location last weekend) and clambered through the mud up to the front window. I discovered a gas-fed space heater type device sitting smack in the middle of the living room. Having satisfied myself that their house (and ours) would not burn down during the night, I slid back down the mudpile to my grass and noticed my feet felt like they had 5 extra pounds each. So then I spent 10 minutes (in the rain, by now) trying to scrape most of the mud off.
Yeah. I had a fun evening. I kept thinking there was something else I had meant to get done before going to bed and thought of it as I pulled back the blanket to climb in- I meant to change the sheets to a flannel set. Darling husband helped with that this morning while I emptied the dishwasher.
I need to go do something fun. All this dutiful housewife stuff is smothering me.

so far s'ok.

Well, after a lazy 3 day visit with my father, the inlaws arrived and the next day was Munchkin's birthday party. That went well. Everyone was thrilled to see our new house, all adults were suitable jealous of our master closet, we had enough food & drink, and it actually managed to stop raining for the duration of the party. Huzzah!
Munchkin got some cool stuff, especially the bike from her daddy (and me, though he was out shopping with them when they picked it out) and some shirts she really likes (SpongeBob & FreshBeatBand). Boo was not left out (by grandparents), she got a few toys & clothing & another Hello Kitty Pez dispenser. Dad & I found the elusive 2T/3T Hello Kitty panties when we were at the grocery store getting the cake, so I graciously let mother-in-law add them to her bag o' stuff to Boo. She was thrilled to get her kitty panties.
So now I only have what, 5 more days until inlaws go home? At least I'll be at work for 2 more of them....

gah. visitors.

So my father has now been in town for 2 days. He's staying at his brother's house, though the brother is in Vegas this week. (My aunt's at home. Not quite clear on why she didn't go to Vegas too except she did mention it just doesn't hold the same allure for her, been there too many times or something.)
The in-laws arrive tomorrow. This is much more stressful as they will actually be staying with us, most likely the m-i-l upstairs in our spare bedroom and f-i-l on my wonderful recliner in the den. (Bless him, he's kinda frail these days, but he's still a tough old coot. I love my f-i-l. M-i-l's ok, I just get tired of hearing the same stories about her daughters or people I don't know 4 times in quick succession.
Yesterday, while out running errands with father in tow, we bought Boo the Dora potty seat she'd been asking for. Turns out she really wanted it to begin using the potty. As soon as we got home and took it out of the bag to show Daddy, she set it on the floor and sat on it. We had to convince her to get up off it so we could open the packaging and put it on an actual potty. Then we sat on the little seat on the potty a couple times diaper still on, and finally bare tush. After a couple moments bare tush, she looked at me (where I was negotiating something with Munchkin) and said "my peepees is coming out now" and 20 seconds later, there was the noise of peeing into the potty.
There was much rejoicing.
So then right before bed, she wanted to sit on the potty again. 15 minutes later, still nothing had come out, I'm trying to convince her she's made a great try and we'll try again in the morning, and she's close to throwing a fit because she wanted to stay there until something came out. When I did get her to her bed, read the story, sang the songs, and was almost out her bedroom door, she got up out of bed saying "want to sit on potty again".
She did sit there again this morning, no success. But we're quite amused that Munchkin never wanted to sit on the potty and Boo just doesn't want to get off of it. She really wants to wear panties, the sweet dear.

and the fun never stops

Today while I was at work, Grammy and my Aunt borrowed my children to take them to a family reunion. Grammy picked them up about 11am, and I'm told they arrived home about 20 minutes before I did (shortly after 6pm).
Obviously, nobody's had a nap.
So girls are running around terrorizing each other and the cat dumb enough to not be hiding, hubby is cranky from cleaning all day (but the bathrooms look great!), and I'm cranky from an oh-so-fun day at work with weather rolling in messing with my sinuses.
I've had 2 good spots in my day, first was my high-school boyfriend answering an email I sent him about bizarre programming on one of our music channels on the tv, he appreciated what had struck me as odd and informed me he and wife are expecting a child in January.
This is an earth-shattering event, given his previously stated view on having children.
The other fun thing was my father texting me to ask if it was safe to give Munchkin a Hello Kitty shirt. (Would the girls fight since Boo is the one who loves Hello Kitty?) I told him they'd just get confused. Hubby & I can both picture Munchkin opening that gift and saying "Look Boo, you got a shirt!"

A plus for the week has been hubby started hanging pictures on the walls in our home, makes it feel more real to me. (He is way too much a perfectionist for me to drill any holes in the walls. I hung the tp holders cause he was too tired of stuff to do it, but he commandeered the towel bars from me when I started them.)

The downer (kinda) for the week is now I'm only 6 days away from the visit of the inlaws. They'll stay a week. My dad's coming up Wednesday and leaving Monday, he'll be staying with his brother as our spare room (and most likely my fabulous recliner in the den, given how my f-i-l sleeps at his own house) is claimed. I took Sunday off work, for the birthday party. I do not intend to take any other days off. (Is it bad to escape to work when family visits? I do it every time....)

out of the mouths of babes?

Putting away dishes from the dishwasher with older daughter's help. (Younger daughter & their daddy still asleep.)
"Mommy I want to drink out of that milk cup today" (points to one as we get it out)
"Isn't that Boo's cup?"
"Yes"
"Won't she be upset if you use it?"
shrug "Only one way to find out!"

4 on Tuesday. And that little blurb was all daddy shining through!

So we did move into a newly built for us home. It's great. It's huge, like double the square footage we had before. Stairs are a bummer somedays, fun most of the time. Neighborhood still has many lots to be built (and a whole nother section of road going in at the end) so we'll be listening to construction for quite some time.

been blah

Again. What's wrong with me?
House is flying along- they started putting up drywall yesterday. Siding's up, garage, basement, and porch stoop have been poured. (still no steps UP to the stoop, so it's a tall step, but it is there.)
Boo turned 2 yesterday. Her party will be Saturday. My dad flies into town (state) around 1pm tomorrow, my mother in law at 5ish. Dad leaves Tuesday (my birthday, and the day I go back to work after taking a couple vacation days), mother in law leaves... oh wait, that's right. My darling wonderful husband doesn't bother to decide ahead of time when his mother leaves. He waits until day 6 and then starts picking flights, leaving me in the agony of suspense THE WHOLE FLIPPIN WEEK and wonders why I never take more than 2 days off work. hmmm... let us think why I might do that...
Remember, we work for airline. We fly standby. Truthfully, the closer to departure time, the better idea if we can get on the flight. We only have to list ourselves (or parents, friends, whatever) 4 hours out. Company claims they want us to do it 24 hours before departure, but that's mostly for figuring out meals for first class.

I just had a 30 minute interruption talking to my hubby about a union issue in LAX. For a guy that used to work here, transferred there, and doesn't trust any of the union stewards there. So he asks my opinion alot. Gotta love it.

blah. I gotta wind down. And I'm out of my cheap good Australian wine, all I've got in the house are 2 Cahors wines (town in France where my aunt lives) and I'm not sure I'm ready to open either of them yet. Maybe it's a beer night. sigh. Dumb 5 hour rainstorm! Keeping me from doing as many errands as I intended! (didn't want to have girls in too many parking lots- they're awful fond of puddles and I'm not awful fond of getting splashed then having wet legs & shoes on me...