A week ago I went to bake a frozen pizza, and when the timer went off I opened the oven door to see-- a raw pizza. Nice. I believe our oven was probably the one installed at the time the house was built 20 years ago, so I suppose it had to go at some time. Given that our fridge shelled out 8 months ago, now the oven, and the dishwasher seems to be following quickly behind, I'm thinking we're hitting that weird black hole that appliances all seem to reach at the same time, where EVERYthing goes at once and you have to replace the whole dang kitchen. It will be a fun race to see if the dishwasher or the water heater demands to be replaced first..... I know you'll all be dying to be kept up on that.
The other great financial news is that the Geo (my first car, a '97 Prizm with about 110,000 miles on it) is starting to sputter. We're trying to make it last as long as possible, but most likely in the next several months we'll be looking at a new vehicle, too. Yippee, another car payment! If anyone knows where to find a money tree, would you mind sharing the directions? Or save yourself the trouble and just give me the address and I'll Mapquest it.
Benjamin has finally hit that 9-month separation anxiety phase. If you even consider leaving the room, you break his heart. Screaming, crying, tears everywhere. Just in a 30 second absence. Needless to say this is wearing a little thin for the new nanny. She, however, is doing great and I love having her around.
Why is it winter again?
I guess I'll end this with a conglomeration of random photos from the past couple weeks, as I usually do. Enjoy.
Benj is a killer hair puller
and Jack just freezes when it happens to him. This is my new favorite photo. "Little Brother strikes back." I love the pure joy on Benj's face as Jack crumbles.
Ben is everywhere these days, including trying to steal food off Jack's tray.
This was a rare and quiet moment--Jack with a book, *not* pleading for someone to read it to him. He was reading it to himself out loud and it was very cute.
Benjamin is still fighting sleep, and many evenings can be found bouncing with daddy, wrapped in a blanket. This particular evening he was quite mischievious, and kept peeking out of his blanket hole and giggling at me as Mike tried to lure him into sleep.
