This household is tired and suffering from a chocolate hangover that seems to be satisfied only by more chocolate. We were all grumpy this morning (not helped by the fact that Linley grabbed the hot curling iron before church, blistering her poor little hand), and even more grumpy when we got home from church. So instead of taking fabulous family photos and cute kid pictures in their sweet new duds, I shoved them in their jammies and threw them in their beds while Allen and I took pictures of ourselves. Quite Easterly I say.
The hubster will be irate that I chose to post this one instead of one where he is showing off his pearly whites, but I am feeling the model-esque theme here (started by Ryder in the previous post).
Vanity volume. Seriously, my hair is always as flat as other parts of my body and today it actually maintained some poof. I need a moment.
Happy Easter everybody. I asked Ryder what was so special about this day during breakfast. His reply, "lots of chocolate and toys, and the Easter Bunny comes like Santa Claus." Don't worry father, we are working on this issue.
Saturday we headed down near our old stomping grounds to go to an Easter egg hunt in Bayonne. The family that puts it on is so amazing and so unbelievably organized. They make such an incredible effort to ensure that every child has an enjoyable experience (made possible by roping off egg hunt areas by age, seriously a hundred pounds of candy, tons of games, and a puppet show). Even better, we were above freezing. It was the perfect Easter activity!
Ryder was so excited to see his best buddy from his Jersey City days. He and Ashton were inseparable.
The masses.
The GQ Boys
Participating in the egg toss. Everyone played with raw eggs, except for my boys, who mutually refused to get themselves dirty, and thus, tossed a wussy plastic egg.
After the hunt we meandered back to Port Liberte where we use to live for a BBQ with some friends there, in celebration for/mourning the loss of the Scott's who are moving back home to Utah. Mistie was my very first friend and fastly became a favorite here in Jersey and I am going to miss her like crazy!!!! Punk woman.
The cheap sweat shop labor. This is why I have children.
Monday morning the floor will be jackhammered out. That should be interesting.
Saturday: My favorite adventure in our home reno thus far occurred. Recall Allen replaced the toilet in the master bath, but it did not work. Now I will do my best plumbers speak. Realize I do not know what I am saying, just using words that I heard Allen speak and trying to form a complete sentence. The original valve had been sweated on to the copper pipe, thus there were no threads to replace the new valve. Instead he had to take a hacksaw to the pipe and then attach a compression fitting(after turning all the water off in the house). He did all of this very well. He turned the water back on and then admired his work. There was a small leak, but we were told this is common when using a compression fitting. I was satisfied. Perfectionist handyman not so much. So, he cranks on the puppy to give it a good tightening, at which point the entire fitting pops off and we now have a fire hose in our bathroom. This is no exaggeration. Gallons upon gallons of water spewing out with the strength of a power washer, all over the bathroom and into my bedroom. Allen spends the next 3-5 seconds saying, "Crap, crap, crap" while dancing around in the bathroom. I spend those same 3-5 seconds yelling, "what do I do, what do I do," while jumping around in the bedroom (two people cannot comfortably fit in this bathroom). Ryder spends these seconds sitting on the bed yelling, "Dad, look what you did, you're crazy. You're crazy dad." Linley sits on the bed, completely dumbfounded by the chaos unfolding around her. Allen then darts down the two flights of stairs to the laundry room to shut off the water. I grab the nearest towel and shove it over the pipe, in hopes that the fire hose will not slice my bed in half while my children are calmly sitting on it. Let me also mention that the caulking in the bathroom is so old it has nearly deteriorated, and thus there is no seal on the tile. So simultaneously while the bathroom is flooding, there is a torrential downpour occurring in the laundry room. Finally, with the water shut off, and a few slight mishaps later (resulting in a larger hole in the wall and the lack of the little silver round cover thingie), the valve is working and not leaking a bit. How sweet it is to be able to whiz in my own toilet. I am most impressed with us during our adventure. Not one dirty word was uttered, and we could not stop laughing through the duration. It was a defining moment for our home. However, I now sleep with the bathroom door closed in fear that the fitting will once again pop and I will be faced with he equivalent of a chemical peel gone wrong in the middle of the night. And for the record, we are planning on having a plumber come out and permanently fix the problem. We are just waiting until we have new vanities for him to install as well.
That was my week. You, my two loyal readers, are no longer left in the dark.
These Miu Miu's are so much fun. $4000. Probably never going to happen for me.
