Author: Doris

Last week, Vince went to Hershey Park and rode his first roller coaster (which was the Comet – there was no vomit) and it looked like:

While he was frolicking, Jeremy took me and Edda on a date to the closest pickle bar at the Woodside Deli:

I let Vince go without taking a bath/shower for over 3 weeks. I mentioned this at dinner the other day and Vince countered with the fact that he has been in the pool at least twice a day and that he was clean because of that. Denise mentioned that perhaps people pee in the pool? We all looked at Edda who smiled as if to say “Who, me? I never pee in the pool.”

I can see a glimpse of an older Vince in this shower picture – I think he is even using soap.

I had been wrestling with Edda for over an hour to get her to fall asleep. Jeremy came in and took my place, scooted next to Edda and in 5 min, she was snoring away.

I love my neighborhood – we can walk to a lot of places, the neighbors are fabulous and I can practically throw a rock from my driveway to I-270. OK, the last one is not so great, but I can’t have everything. Our neighborhood had a great National Night Out – a block party BBQ. Someone brought sangria!

The local firemen came by and gave out hats:

Edda enjoyed meeting McGruff:

I have found that happiness is just finding the right mixture of sloth vs activity. Too much sloth – usually sleeping and surfing the web too much and I’m cranky and the house is dirty. Too much activity and I feel stressed and overwhelmed. This past weekend was sliding into too much sloth, so I had to find some projects to keep me occupied. I decided to fix the bathroom door which was slowly becoming unhinged.

Wood glue and matchsticks.

Stuff sticky matchsticks into stripped screw holes.

Have crazy dog try to pull matchsticks out of said stripped screw holes.

Yell at dog.

Sometimes I think my life is just one long conversation about poo. Jeremy actually had to establish a rule – no talk about poop at the dinner table (this includes any talk about farts as well). In this house, this is actually a difficult rule to follow. Anyways, Edda is having poo problems. Mainly getting the poo out. Poor girl, makes her not comfy. Jeremy thinks it triggers seizures. We will now track both poo and seizures on the calendar. Other people track birthdays, swim meets and dr appts – we have all those plus a few extra!

Summer in the pool!

As the kiddos are going to a Jewish summer camp – they’ve been learning about Shabbat. So we decided to celebrate with the traditional Friday evening meal – we got the candles, the grape juice and the challah bread and said all the prayers which we printed out from the internets. I know, I know that it’s not the kosher grape juice, but I tried looking for it and I couldn’t find it. I hope that with along with all my other transgressions, this one will be forgiven.

I got some hand-me-down wooden benches with iron sides which were in pretty bad shape. I tore all the wood slats off and then spent an afternoon sawing through the rusted bolts that held the slats to the iron frame. Then I got my hands on some spray paint (which is really lovely stuff) and then went to town on refurbishing the iron sides.

Jeremy took me to a local lumber yard to get some cedar slats and they are sitting in the garage waiting for another block of free time to put it all together. Hopefully, it will be done before I turn 40.