but ... the bigger they get, the bigger the messes get
And they love to nap in MY bed, and the bigger they get, the less from for ME! lol
We have always lived off a gravel road, but recently our rural road commissioner paved our section. So nice!
Love my Dyson! I have the DC15, it is old. Like, I think I bought it in '06. Use it for everything, all-the-time. However, after this last move, the suction on the bottom just didn't work the same. The hand suction was great tho. Since I don't have any carpet, and mainly only use the hand device, I've just dealt with it. However, recently I decided to contact Dyson. There is a 5 year warranty where they would have fixed it for free, but mine is 9 years old now. To replace my vacuum with a comparable one would cost ~$4-500.00. But they have this service plan that for $125.00 they will service and repair everything, including free shipping and a year warranty. So now I feel like I have a practically new Dyson again. Nice!
Oh, and let me tell you about this... I have had a top of the line Cusinart blender for many, many years, that is 'til I got a teen boy... We love to make smoothies in our house. I thought it was a great idea to teach my teens to make their own smoothies. That is until I found out that they would turn it on and leave it on while they went away "for the smoothest smoothies in the world mom!" UGH! Figured that out after the blender burnt up. So we went on a search for a teen-proof blender. haha. But what we found was pretty amazing. The Dash! And it has a timer, very important feature in our home. It is pricey, however, about 1/2 price at Sams Club ($199). We have had it a couple months now and I still like it.
My little girls love to sleep with Daddy, the problem is that it doesn't leave much room for Mommy
We finally finished all the lounge chairs for around the pool. 12 of them
See, they are always sleeping in my bed...
People keep telling me that one day I'm gonna miss these days ... hmmm
Aiden and I were enjoying a few moments of snuggling alone while the other 3 rode bikes around the circle drive in the front yard. We could hear the squeak of their bikes going round and round. Then suddenly there was silence, and we all know what that means. I told Aiden we had better go check on them, but he begged for just one more minute of "mommy time." And I gave in. B-I-G mistake! By the time I walked out the front door, literally a minute (or two) of silence later, the 3 of them were standing on top of Dads white, yes white pick-up truck. At first that's all I noticed and I told them to get down. Then I saw what Allee had in her hand, she was holding a can of spray paint. WTH? So I begin inspecting. Arabella and Ashton's face is purple polka dots, and Allee's hands are covered. OK, thats washable. No biggie. But then I notice the truck. Then entire side, from back door, side panel, bed, tail gate and other side is spotted purple. I seriously was just stunned. These quads do things that shock me all-the-time. I think I've raised them better than that, that I've taught them better, but they still continue to do things that to me are ridiculous.
I tried several things to clean the paint off, but the only thing that worked was a steamer. However, it took about one and a half hours. 90 minutes of my precious, non-exsistant free time. So I steamed, and I scrubbed, but all the purple paint came off the white paint. I could not get it off anything else tho, the handles, bedliner, lights. And as their punishment, for every single one of those 90 minutes that I steamed that paint off all 3 of those littles were out there scrubbing too.
he's still so dang cute, my Ashton, he never said a word, just scrubbed away the entire time.
The princess, Arabella. I had to hear about how tired she was, and how much work this is, or how thirsty she was, the complaining went on and on and on and on ...
Now Alesandra, my Allee, she is something else. I do believe she is the main culprit in all of this. But they were all laughing and carrying on, guilty by association I guess. Anyway, after it was all over and cleaned up I told her "Allee, you can NOT paint daddy's truck!"
And her response? "Why? He not like purple?"