Gwenyth

I'm coming to you again to beg your partnership in prayer. Gwenyth Carpenter was admitted to RMH today for observation and while waiting a life-flight to UVA, her heart stopped. She's still on a vent and everything is being done to try to stabilize her and figure out what's going wrong. You can stay updated on her blog, or on my FB page.

Laurie B. was RIGHT!!

Meet the Forshey Five!! (that's what we're calling him till we get a name..)




There are more snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails in store for the Forsheys!! Certain members of the family object to their son's privates being displayed to the interwebs, soooo... no money shot for ya this time :)

What do houses eat??

Judah has a new game he likes to play with me. We start with your basic garden variety "What does this animal eat?" questions: "What do dogs eat? What do tigers eat? What do elephants eat?" and move gradually into the more exotic and intellectually challenging questions.

"Mama, what do shoes eat?"

me, getting all educational and rational; "Well, Judah, actually shoes don't eat anything. Shoes aren't alive. Only things that are alive eat food."

Judah, incredulous that a woman of my intelligence just doesn't get it: "NOooooo, Mama, shoes eat SOCKS!"

"Really, Judah? What do socks eat, then?"

"Feet!"

Oh, of course! Now I get it-- he's talking relationships of one object to another. What goes inside what-- you get the picture, right? So then by extrapolation, pants eat legs, chairs eat bottoms, plants eat dirt, cups eat juice and houses...

"Mama, what do houses eat?"

me, because I get it now: "Houses eat people!"

Judah, with a shocked and horrified expression expression; "Nooooo, houses don't eat people! Houses eat ROOOOFS!"

Sometimes you just can't win. There's no out-logic-ing a toddler.

*sigh*

Sometimes I wonder if God put me on this earth in order for my life to serve as a tragi-comedic warning to the rest of you.

This morning, May 7, 2010, at 9:20 AM EST, ten minutes before a scheduled home showing for another repeat "customer" (a second interested party); I set my living room curtains on fire.

Yep.

On fire.

Apparently my naan-baking experience and our Scrabble fiasco did not suffice to teach me to leave the fire alone.

I lit a candle early this morning-- a lovely vanilla candle-- with the intention of filling the house with a pleasing aroma with which to greet the prospective buyer. Instead the probably-no-longer-prospective buyer was greeted with the smell of burning synthetic curtain sheers, mixed with the scent of freshly baked cinnamon buns.

I managed to salvage the situation with my mad window mis-treatment skillz. I'll show you pics as soon as I can get back into my house. As long as the smoke has cleared by then...

Quick update

1) We finally got in touch with the realtor in Orlando. Working on details for our house-hunting trip down.

2) Our fifth, (or sixth? I've lost track) house showing is tomorrow morning. This is a REPEAT visit-- very exciting.

3) Obviously, keeping my house in tip-top shape is so time consuming that blogging has completely completely bumped to the bottom of the list.

4) Judah and Sofi are on a Knock-knock Joke kick and I will do my level best to capture some of the hilarity on camera this week.

5) The first rose bloomed! Pictures later...

6) My gender ultrasound is scheduled for May 10!! Only one more week! How can I stand it! :) This is our first time "finding out" ahead of time and I can hardly stand the suspense!

7) Can I really go away with J for two night to house-hunt and leave my baby with Grammy??? I am not sure. More on this later, too.

8) Anyone have any good remedies for pregnancy induced heartburn? The papaya that saved my life last time around is just not cutting it this time.

Spider Man versus the Bad Guy: Episode #537

Judah: "Daddy, you be Pidah Mayun and I be da Baaa Guy"

J: "Ok"

("Uh! Oh! Smash! Whaaaaa! Haa! Aaah! Psheew! Psheew!")

J: Hah! I webbed your gun, now what will you do?"

Judah: "Now I has CLAAAAWS! I will shash you wid my claws! "

(Slash! Slash!)

Judah: "I gwabbed you webs! Now you are runned out of webs!!"

J: "I runned out of webs? Uh oh, now I'm in trouble."

(grunting, groaning, huffing, puffing, more slashing)

Judah: "Now you are DEAD! Lie on you face, Daddy, that's how you die. Now you DIED on you FACE!!!"

TO BE CONTINUED...