Every Night

Noah has decided that he would prefer to spend his dinner time in timeout than at the table eating. It doesn't matter what I make, he won't even taste it. Instant hate and nastiness flows out of his mouth as he curses the dinnertime menu! So, Noah spends every meal asking for timeout instead of food. I give him what he wants, and put him on the stairs (timeout) instead of sitting through dinner with him constantly trying to throw his plate of food off the table or at my head. (I'm serious about that and it doesn't go over very well with me.)

Last night when we are rushing through dinner, trying to get to scouts and YW, Noah is in timeout. I watch as he slowly scoots off the stairs, and onto the floor. Then, stealthily spreads out and reaches a nearby toy gun and returns to sitting. As we are clearing the table, I hear the gun clicking a-way then I hear Noah mumble..."I'm pretending to shoot you mom." I think that some counseling and anger management classes may be in our future.

If given his way, Noah would eat cheese, bread, candy corn, and some juice for every dinner.

Nothing

I haven't been a non-blogger for any exciting reasons. I wish I had been off adventuring and exploring. Nothing. I have been a non-blogger because of nothing. Nothing new has been happening. Nothing but school and soccer and scouts and the usual. Nothing worth writing about. Also, nothing bad. I guess that is worth writing about. There, done.

Hopefully, something replaces nothing soon...it is more exciting to read (and write) about.

Loving It

Noah loves the new fridge. He loves the fact that he can open it and get whatever he wants. This morning he wanted to eat Pumpkin Crumble with his fingers and wash it down with a yogurt drink. I may have to remove the handles from this fridge, or just figure out a way to keep him out!

Darin, My Hero

Darin will spit if someone mentions the name Rohan refrigerator repairman, even once. After a lot of arguing and growling and major frustration, he got our money back and got rid of the worst fridge ever. Darin really did well. He is a level headed, reasonable person (unlike me) and really wouldn't argue with a stranger, but Rohan brings out the monster in even Darin. I don't remember a time when he was so frustrated with a person (objects are another thing). The language barrier was terrible and that man has had his head in a freezer for too long!

I got a brand new fridge with handles! (Davis wondered if we'd have handles this time) We did forgo any kind of water dispenser. I've had a bit too much water shooting from my fridge lately, and we decided that it wasn't worth the possibility of problems. So happy to have the coolers off my floor. After 3 days even they were starting to leak some.

BAD:


GOOD:
(Darin, the romantic, said that this was my anniversary and Christmas present. If that is the case, I don't know that I am going to share it with him. He can find a cooler and then hope someone puts some food into it.)

That's It!

Some people have road-rage, I currently have fridge-rage. If you have followed this blog much, you know I've had a few fridge issues since moving to TX. Now I have reached my bursting point and am waiting to hurl a few rotten gallons of milk at the nearest used appliance store. I had my "trusty" Rohan out to repair the leaking water on Tuesday...again. This time, he thinks he fixed the water, but what do you know, it now gets warm instead of cold! I am living in ice chests once again.
We ran to the store and bought a freezer last night, yeah I know a fridge may make more sense. I need to discuss things with the store owner a bit more (actually the lawyer does that) before buying a new fridge. Not that I'm not getting a NEW fridge, but rather I need someone to remove this junky one so that I have somewhere to put my new one. We bought a freezer so that I can spare myself the torture of cooking pounds and pounds of nearly frozen meat and storing it in baggies in yet another cooler.
Oh the pain! I love camping; I hate, hate, hate living in coolers in my house. I swear if I ever see Rohan again, I will have to be held back to prevent myself from stuffing him inside this "fantastic deal" of a fridge!

Enchanted Rock

Saturday we met up with Joe and Lisa at Enchanted Rock in Fredericksburg. It was really rainy and climbing on slick rock probably wasn't the smartest thing, but it was great slippery fun.


Noah climbed like this on the really steep parts. This kid is quite a climber; must be the cheetah in him.
Christian ran up the rock and tripped falling out of his shoes. I couldn't help laughing. I was below him and heard a cry only to see shoes sitting out, but no Christian to be found...he was in a small hole. Poor kid, after that everything hurt more and he slipped more than anyone.


At the top of the rock we found these pools all over filled with tadpoles. The boys stopped at everyone and tried to catch (or just pet) them.

Notice all the small black dots, tons of tadpoles.

We actually found a pool in which the tadpoles had turned into frogs, the smallest frogs we'd ever seen.

Look Who I Found

We had a visit from our good friend (my 5th son) Joe. I haven't seen him since we left Turkey almost 3 years ago. He came in from DC for a quick visit. Noah and I took him to see some of the local missions on Thursday.

The Alamo:

Mission Concepcion:
Mission San Jose: