Without going into the details, we have decided to move to another house in Hibbing. Let's just say that Dibley Manor was not a good fit for the family. As of September 28, we will be in residence at the new house, which we have dubbed "Roses Cottage."
Some background: when Chuck came to Hibbing in January, he had no permanent place for the family, so, while he looked for one, he was allowed to stay in a house owned by a member of the library board. This place was really the home of that lady's mother, who had been moved to an assisted living facility. It is a fantastic little house, well kept and in great structural shape. But it was sitting empty and Cole thought that was a shame, so she convinced the owners to let us rent it. The lady who used to live there is named Rose, so in her honor, we dubbed the house "Roses Cottage." (We love how the British name their homes!)
Once we are there, we'll give you some updates. Till then:
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
A conversation with Miriam
As Miri gets older, she is becoming more articulate...and hilarious. Here is a conversation she had with Cole yesterday:
Miri: I want another banana.
Me: Eat the one in your bowl (not only do we not have anymore, but she has had this partially eaten banana in her breakfast bowl two days in a row).
Miri: No! It's yucky.
Me: It's fine, see (I take a bite).
Miri: Yuck! I want some cake.
Me: No cake, eat your banana.
Miri: No! Cake!
Me: No. You're not getting anything else until you eat that banana.
Miri: I want juice!
Me: Eat your banana first.
Miri: Grrr! *sticks out tongue*
Me: Well I guess your not that hungry.
Miri: I want butter bread.
Me: No, you let Frippen eat the piece I gave you before. Eat your banana.
A few moments pass....
Miri: I'll be right back. (she picks up banana) Momma, I'll be _right_ back_.
Me: Okay, where are you going?
Miri walks into kitchen and opens the silverware drawer.
Me: Miri, what are you doing? You aren't supposed to be in there.
She gets a small paring knife, I move swiftly toward her.
Me: Miri, you aren't supposed to have knives, put that down.
Miri: I do it. I cut the banana.
Me: Why are you cutting the banana? Let me help. (I cut a little bit off the top)
Miri: Thank you Momma. (She then happily proceeds to eat the "yucky" banana.)
What on Earth was all that about?!? The offensive banana suddenly becomes desirable with a sliver cut off the top? I'm not entirely sure who won that arguement.
Miri: I want another banana.
Me: Eat the one in your bowl (not only do we not have anymore, but she has had this partially eaten banana in her breakfast bowl two days in a row).
Miri: No! It's yucky.
Me: It's fine, see (I take a bite).
Miri: Yuck! I want some cake.
Me: No cake, eat your banana.
Miri: No! Cake!
Me: No. You're not getting anything else until you eat that banana.
Miri: I want juice!
Me: Eat your banana first.
Miri: Grrr! *sticks out tongue*
Me: Well I guess your not that hungry.
Miri: I want butter bread.
Me: No, you let Frippen eat the piece I gave you before. Eat your banana.
A few moments pass....
Miri: I'll be right back. (she picks up banana) Momma, I'll be _right_ back_.
Me: Okay, where are you going?
Miri walks into kitchen and opens the silverware drawer.
Me: Miri, what are you doing? You aren't supposed to be in there.
She gets a small paring knife, I move swiftly toward her.
Me: Miri, you aren't supposed to have knives, put that down.
Miri: I do it. I cut the banana.
Me: Why are you cutting the banana? Let me help. (I cut a little bit off the top)
Miri: Thank you Momma. (She then happily proceeds to eat the "yucky" banana.)
What on Earth was all that about?!? The offensive banana suddenly becomes desirable with a sliver cut off the top? I'm not entirely sure who won that arguement.
Monday, August 4, 2008
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