Ritter Record: June 2008

do i need to say more?

When Jeff and I get in a crazy cleaning frenzy (for example when we're packing our house), we feel like the only appropriate music to coincide our mood is Rascal Flatts (no offense to the many fans out there). My favorite rendition is ... "Get out of bed, drink some juice, that's what I'm doing these days." It's also fun just belting out random phrases in a strong twang, ... and then eventually talking to the men of Rascal Flatts "Why are you watching her?" "Don't you have a life?" "Don't you think that's kind'of creepie?" Oh, the love/hate relationship -- well maybe it's just hate/hate relationship Jeff shares... anyways, the love/hate relationship we have with Rascal Flatts.

That felt great!

I have experienced venting with paper and pen but not with photo! Thanks Trista for the tag! :) I'll call this photo log "Angst"

Here's my lovely pile of boxes that Seth likes to help knock down
and color on, note the opened art box :)
it really is pretty cute he's so proud of himself.

Bleach what would I do without thee?

A girl can accumulate a lot of library vhs... I just didn't realize I had 14 in my closet

The dishes that weren't done after dinner because we had to rush out and go to the store and buy a lawn mower. A lawn mower I might add that cost more than Jeff's wedding band! hmm,

More rubble.

This cracks me up. Whenever Seth misuses a toy, particularly when Jeff's home, Jeff usually sits down with Seth and talks to him about how he misused said toy, and how he should have acted, and encourages him to make right decisions yada yada yay. But my favorite part is when the toy is put on top of our fridge. The mount of shame. And the toy stands as a constant reminder to make good choices!

Goodbye dirty stair well that for some reason we can't use because it's a fire hazard.

Good bye stairs. I hope I never meet you again on a pullmany-wintry day with two grumpy boys, and heavy laden with groceries.

I'm taking you with-- my Wal Mart special. My flowers are looking lovely.

Goodbye feces-bin. Whoo hoo to trashcans!

Good bye dog urine spots that populate much of the grass area outside my apartment.

Good bye Apartment!

... And cliff, that is adjacent to my apartment ...

And for a bit of art, ants a la cheezenip :)

Sorry Brooklyn no pictures of "Sef" (he's in bed) but I'll be taking many pictures of him soon in my new nicely scened nicely lit no neighbored yard. (wheew.)

And I tag whoever reads this, get a load off your chest! be creative and make memories out of your messes :)

Our new abode

This is our new abode. Jeff and I haven't quite determined what the color of the house is .. aqua? It's more green in person.

Partial Living room

Partial living room and stairs

Half the kitchen, the rest is just bare space to the left. I haven't actually taken a lot of pictures of the house, there's two bedrooms up stairs, and two "bedrooms" down stairs by the kitchen, but we're just going to close the door to the down stairs bedrooms for now, until we fix them up. There's also a dinning room with like a large pantry, and a mud room in the entry. It's pretty big, but yah know, old.

And the reason why we're renting the place

And the best thing is, is that there's more! I didn't put up pictures of the front or the other side part of the yard. And there's a dozen or so fruit trees. We're very happy with our acreage :)

Dog poop!

Today Seth was playing on the couch (he had piled all the pillows onto the floor, a "pillow tower") and he looks down from the couch into the pillows and exclaims "Dog poop!" So I naturally ask him "Dog poop?" "Yes! There is dog poop down there!" I look and don't see anything (obviously there wouldn't be anything seeing as we don't have a dog). Then Seth runs to his bedroom and returns holding a small alien toy and says "See! Dog poop!" "That alien is named dog poop?" "Yes!" Then I extend my hand so I can see the alien and Seth responds with "No Daddy, don't touch the dog poop!" Oh these children of mine.

photo update

Seth is a natural nurturer. This is Seth using our end table as a high chair for his bear. He feeds his babies only the best -- pizza, with a fork (he always insists on having a fork when eating pizza) and I'd like to point out the bears bib. And if this wasn't enough Seth is combing his hair while the bear eats his scrumptious "yunch."