MoMar: “Hi. Is Ezra home, please?”
Me: “hehe. Yes, one moment. May I tell him who is calling?”…
He’s getting his own calls now. Maybe we’ll need to install a “teen line” soon. (I suppose this would technically be a “toddler line”?) Did you ever have a “teen line” when you were a teen? I did, although I never liked talking on the phone. I think I just got one because it would make me cool.
Did it succeed in making me cool, you ask? I’m not sure… I think I pretty much canceled out any “cool” vibes that were heading my way at the very moment I chose to JOIN THE SHOW CHOIR.
It is sweet to hear Ezra on the phone with grandparents. He tells them all about the big box that came in the mail and the hot cocoa he had this morning at the coffee shop. And then, while MoMar is in mid sentence, Ezra abruptly says “Okay. Bye!” and drops the phone.
We need to work on his send-offs.
Today, Chris dug up most of the backyard because it appears that we have a shot plumbing main. Wee! We discovered this problem the other day while the washing machine was draining… the water started to BUBBLE UP from underneath the concrete walkway on the side of our house. Ummmmm, not good.
While he spent his Saturday making piles of mud and mire and swinging an axe around in the freezing cold, I wandered around the warm house and
drastically altered TRIMMED my bangs. Sometimes I’m so glad I am a woman.
Also? I tried on possible interview outfits. For, you know, the off chance that someone will actually want to interview me someday. (So far? Notsomuch.)
To end the day, I watched as Chris and Ezra put some of the finishing touches on the new and improved train board that they have been working on for sometime now. The board was getting trashed and needed some re-vamping, and it looks amazing so far. My favorite feature is still the “hang-it-on-the-wall” feature, because it looks like a piece of incredible art on Ezra’s wall, and I don’t have to keep stubbing my toe on the thing as I fumble around in his room at night- covering and recovering him 80 times or so before I go to bed and triple checking to make sure his blinds are closed the right way.
The finished product:
The reason I have had to cover and recover Ezra so much every night is because our heater has not been working very well for the past 8 months or so. It works, but it won’t light unless you get up (IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. MULTIPLE TIMES.) and flip the thermostat on and off a few times.
HOWEVER, last week I prayed to God that my heater would stop being a pansy, and the very next night (I kid you not) it started making all these weird noises and it has been working 100% perfectly ever since then.
I have the gift of healing.
(But only for heater units.)
Thank you Jesus.