I cannot get over how quickly the Christmas holiday snuck up on me this year. It seems like it was just Thanksgiving a few weeks ago and now it is New Years Day (Happy Birthday Shay!!- How did you get to be five years old already?!) We did lots of visiting with family from near and far, took Bright to Family Mass, which was mobbed but we survived it, and opened more presents than a family should ever get. I don't think we had too much snow on Christmas Day, definitely before it though and again yesterday and today. We need to buy a sled for Bright. He loved riding in the one at the Christmas Tree Farm, and Grammy and Grampy have one but we should have one here- if only we had the space for it... the house hunt continues at the speed of molasses. Plans for the new year include "Less"- less worry, less spending, less eating, less stress. Here are some pix from a present to Bright from Shay- his first doctor kit.
Bright, with the beaver- an unsuspecting victim.
The beaver having his teeth checked out. Looks good there. Next?
The beaver getting his nasal passages cleared out, just like when Bright was a baby. Strangely enough the beaver didn't put up much of a fight, unlike Bright....
"Poor beaver, got a sick bug. Need some medicine.", said by Dr. Bright as he administered multiple doses of tyle-ies, as he calls it.
Getting out a sliver...
An unknown procedure here...
Followed by a blood pressure check. A-ok!
The beaver survived to tell the tale, watch out Baptism Bear. I hear you're next!
Now here is the after... not my handiwork to be sure. My cut was bad. Uneven, mullet-esque. Just not good. So we took him to the barber shop, where he refused to take off his coat when he sat in the seat with me. We didn't even try to have him sit on his own. He held a truck in one hand, and my finger with his other while Cindy cut his hair. He wouldn't let her put a drape on us, so we both ended up looking like a shaggy dog from all of his hair. No tears from any of us- I've never gotten too excited about haircuts. Hair grows- if it's a bad cut, it'll look better soon enough. So here's what we left with, a much more grown-up looking boy. And yes, we will be growing this out. I miss the curls. Our curly locked ski bum, surfer boy, has been replaced by Corporate Man...
We went to look at a house today. Finally a promising one as far as we are concerned, maybe not to others. It sits right next to a gas station but has a lovely view of Seneca Lake. On the corner of Route 54 and Route 14. It is tall Victorian, blue paint, red shingles, 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, hardwood floors, big kitchen and a parlor (what do you do in a parlor? put Andy's stuff there!) and some carpet, a decent basement, radiators instead of forced air which bothers my allergies too much, an acre of land with a barn in the backyard (doesn't sit on the land lines- just nice to look at) and an ancient garage/barn that does come with the land. The price cannot be beat. If the house passes the okay test with Mom and Dad, and probably Uncle Dave, then we'll make an offer on it. Too bad Mom and Dad are on vacation in Culebra...Only drawbacks as I see them, other than the gas station proximity (it's closed and for sale right now, and really we only get the back side of the building in our view) are the lathe and plaster walls and some ancient wallpaper. Keep your fingers crossed!
