Family Visit

We said goodbye on Sunday to Mom, Dad, Sara, Zealin and Ian. Mom and Dad came down for 9 days, and it felt like 9 minutes. Why do the weeks go by so fast when people you love come to visit? We took some pictures, and it's good to have a pic of them together again.


While mom and dad were here, we painted and wallpapered my kitchen. It was a serious project, one I never would've been able to accomplish on my own. We wallpapered over ugly wood paneling...which worked surprisingly well after we filled in the grooves, and we painted the rest of the kitchen a beige color. All the trim was painted black, and it looks awesome....so much better than the old way. Now I just have to refinish all 54 cabinets, and redo the backsplash and get new countertops and it will be good as new. (makes me feel like taking a nap just typing it) Dad also fixed the ballisters on our gazebo which became very loose when the 80 year old oak tree fell on them. They look great...thanks, Dad!


So, Thursday night we went and picked Ian and Sara up at the airport. Sara came down with Zealin...so cute! And busy! She is only two months older than Devrie, but talks like a mad-woman, and is quite a bit larger, although Devrie most certainly held her own. The arrival of the three of them made the house feel smaller, and the chaos that is so often associated with the Bates Family began. Sara decided that she should cut hair while down here to pay for her ticket. Over the next two days, she cut and/or colored: Brenda, Melissa, Catherine, Erin, Carmen, Juslin, Ian, Bradley, Caryn, Cristina, Lauren, Bradley and Devrie.

Now to the best part of my post: Devrie's first haircut! Did I mention we did this in the middle of a Carne Asada BBQ with all my family, my nanny, her husband and daughter, and one of Ian's friends from Austin? It was hilarious. I didn't think she would sit still, but I guess the little bugger actually knows how, if there is a sharp object near her head. She got a little pixie bob, and it is pretty hilarious. Here are some pics:



I also took some pictures of Sara, Zealin and Ian. Here are some of my favorites:












I cried real hard when everybody left. The whole way back home. Then I took a nap and I felt a little better.

That's what sucks about living so far away from family. When they come to visit, you are so excited you can't hardly stand it. Then they leave and you can't hardly stand it.


Thanks for coming to visit...We loved having you!

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Devrie Doo


So, from the time Devrie was a little 6 pound screaming ball of fun, we have always called her "Devrie Doo". I even have little songs for her that go along with the "Winnie the Pooh" theme song, and Scooby Doo..."Devrie, Devrie Doo, stinky poo..." (this song usually comes out of my mouth during diaper changes).


Well, her name isn't Devrie Doo anymore. It's Devrie Don't. As in, "Devrie, don't climb up on the table" or "Devrie, don't put your toothbrush in the toilet!" or "Devrie, don't shampoo your hair with fruit cocktail!" or "Devrie, don't throw all your socks in your diaper pail" or "Devrie, don't hide mommy's glasses inside a toy purse under the wet bar" or "Devrie, don't pull mommies feminine products out of her purse during church!"


Not that she listens anyway. She just looks at me like I'm some sort of lunatic and then continues on her merry way. The other day she was wimpering in her room, and I went in there to find her UNDERNEATH her toppled over dresser! It takes A LOT to get this child to cry. Oh, did I mention her favorite thing to do when I take something away from her that she wants...mostly markers that Braelin leaves all over the house. She screams and then bonks her head on the hard floor. As hard as she can. Sometimes two or three times. It's lovely. She has a constant yellowish mark on her forehead from hurting herself. I don't know what we are going to "doo."



Meanwhile, Braelin had an eventful week at school getting in trouble nearly every day. She is talking too much....hmmmm....wonder who she gets that from? Well, she got a yellow letter, which is really, really, really bad. It said on it that she had received a time out in PE for being disrespectful and calling names. A far cry from the day she kicked a boy in the face with her winter boot in Kindergarten, but nevertheless, a big deal.


I asked her what happened. She said, "I don't want to tell you." I said, "You can tell me anything." She said, "I can't tell you this...it's really bad." As my mind wandered much farther than it needed to, I said, "It doesn't matter what you said, I still want to know." She said, "I called Adrian a name."


"What did you call him?" I asked.


"Buck-tooth China." she replied.


HUH?


I said, "Is Adrian Asian?"


She said, "No."


I said, "Does he have teeth that stick out?"


She got more and more frustrated, "NO!"


"Then why did you call him that?" I asked.


"I DON'T KNOW!" she wailed.


Well, that was the end of that. She doesn't even know what she's talking about. So after a stern reprimand, and a reminder to apologize to Adrian, I dropped it. But not before I Googled "Buck tooth China". 5 entries. My daughter uttered a phrase that only exists on 5 websites. I think that's pretty genius if you ask me!







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