I don't know what to title this...

So we had our gas hot water heater installed last week, a Rheem 50 gallon. Beauty isn't it. The guy that came out to install it asked if we bought the house 2 years ago in January. Uh - yes we did, why? He told me that he and his wife looked at our house and make an offer but the offer right before theirs was accepted. Oh that would be us! Gulp - was he bitter? Is he going to rig the water heater to let noxious and deadly gas permeate the house and kill us? Nope - he was great and spent 6 hours installing it. Works perfectly and we aren't dead. Yay! No more electric water heater and no more paying PGE (our energy company known by me as Pretty Greedy Energy) to suck our checking account dry heating water.


The one thing I can't resist. I really don't like ice cream but when we have this in the house, I don't stop until I feel so sick. Why do we have it in our house? Ava and I went grocery shopping and we were coming close to the ice cream aisle. I jokingly told Ava that we could get some ice cream as long as they had Tillamook Mudslide and only if it was on sale. The particular grocery store doesn't carry mudslide all the time so I thought I was safe. Uh-no. Not only did they have it but it was on sale for under $3.00. So I put it in the cart, got home and ate way to much.


Ellie is our genius. She's 4 and already reading and writing. I teach her the phonograms and help her to write the letters correctly and the girls quiz her and write words for her to read. She loves it and I love the help. Now we find little notes all over the house from her. Some make sense and some don't but it's cute.


Maddie giving me a taste of my own medicine. I made her delete the pics she took ;)

Graedon loves to talk about anatomy. He talks in a matter of fact way as Brian and I are trying not to laugh. The other day I was teaching school when Ellie ran in to the school room and yelled "Graedon's going potty standing up, he's spraying everywhere!" Maddie got there first and grabbed a towel, while I firmly told Grae that he will not stand up to go potty again. He kept saying "I'm just like Daddy, right?" So that explains why he said to me the other day "I stand up and hold my *blank* (edited so people searching for the word don't come here, but you get the drift) and go potty just like Daddy does." Spraying down the toilet isn't the worst he's done lately. He tried to go poop standing up as well. I'll spare you the picture of little nuggets flying everywhere.

Tonight he tried to convince me that God will give him "breastfeeders" when he gets older. I repeatedly told him no, only moms have them. He didn't buy it and gently patted me on the shoulder like he was sorry I wasn't as wise as he.