So our dryer had been making loud squeaking noises for some time. The truth is the noises were so loud, we couldn't hear the TV or the kids arguing with each other. Well maybe the second part isn't that bad. On Black Friday, we got ourselves a new dryer. Now my only complaint is that I don't know when my clothes are done because I can't hear it:).
On Friday I came home and went to the closet to change my clothes. Well my whole very nice, wooden closet organizer had fallen. Luckily no one was home or in there when it happened or we would all be dead. That thing was heavy. This is the second time this has happened. The first time the plastic thing came out of the wall and was hanging. Several others in the neighborhood had the same thing happen. I vaguely remember Brandon saying that nothing could bring down the new one that he put up. Well it did. So we spent the weekend, taking all of my clothes out of the closet, taking apart the big a** closet organizer, spackling, painting, putting up a new closet organizer, and putting everything back in. Yes it took all weekend. I had much more that I needed to do but priorities took over.
We did manage to go to the Journey of Bethlehem at a local church. It was very well done and the kids were mesmerized. I was impressed too. We also went to a Christmas parade. On the way to the car and on the way home, we were bombarded with Santa questions. Why is he here? Shouldn't he be at the North Pole? Why is he on a firetruck and not his sleigh? Where is the sleigh/reindeer? Why does he go back and forth? Does it take a long time? Will we sit on his lap? Shouldn't he be watching the elves and getting the reindeer ready? I thought we did a good job of answering. We told them that he just came to the parade but had to hurry back to the North Pole/the reindeer are fast/it doesn't take long/blah blah blah.... We are almost home and Ashlyn yells to roll down her window. She sees a red light in the sky(an airplane) and thinks it is Rudolph's nose. It was priceless. They both made us roll all the windows down and they were yelling bye to Santa and that they love him, to be careful, and so on.
Can I just tell you that this age is hilarious?? We had Chick Fil A before going to the Journey to Bethlehem. While eating Ashlyn asks, "Can we grow this in our garden next year?" I asked what and she said, "Chicken. I want to grow chicken in the garden." I said we can't grow chicken in the garden. Chloe says, "Yes you can. You get chicken seeds and you water them every day." Again I say that you can't grow chickens in a garden. In my mind, I'm thinking that if I tell them that you have to kill chickens to eat them that they may not eat chicken again. I've got really picky kids. Instead Ashlyn says, "Ok can we go play now?"
