A whole lot of wonderfullness

We are officially unemployed. Kraig's last day of work at Classic Residence by Hyatt was yesterday. In two weeks he'll start his new job as sous chef at Medical Center of Aurora. I'm so proud of him. He really gave 110% at Classic, even though we knew the job wasn't going anywhere. He left after giving his two weeks and working just as hard those two weeks as he has the last two years. So, we're starting a new chapter in the Webb family book. But before all of that, I have some catching up to do...


As much as I wanted to buy that cute loft fort bed, we decided to just buy a used crib mattress for Tommy's crib until we could get the exact beds we wanted for Andy and Joshy. I sent Kraig out yard saling one Friday morning with the assignment to find a pristine crib mattress for less than $15. He called after a few stops to tell me he'd found a pristine twin trundle bed, with mattress included. So, the decision was made for us--we bought a second twin bed for Andy and Joshy's room. Joshua loves his new bed. Unfortunately the new arrangement of beds and toy box threw the kids for a loop the first couple of nights. Andy had a hard time finding the bedroom door and almost didn't make it to the bathroom in time. But I'm happy to report that he did not pee in the closet. That would have been a whole other post.

Therefore, Thomas got a "new" bed too. He loves it. I find him on a different end each morning when I go in to get him. So much room to move around, he's in heaven.

Across the street from our home is a huge bouncy ball-eating storm drain. I can't even count the footballs, tennis balls and wiffle balls that have been eaten by the drain. Last week Andy was playing with his favorite blue kickball and lost it down the storm drain. Bless my son (he is his father's child), he decided to go in after it. First his head got stuck. "Dad, I can't go any further. My head's stuck." Great. This was right around the time a neighbor drove by asking if he should call the fire department. Uh, no. thank you. We've got this under control.

He did retrieve the ball, but then couldn't climb out because he couldn't get a foot hold on anything. Kraig had to drag him out.

Scary. Since he crawled down there, I keep having horrible flash backs to It, by Stephen King. Remember the clown in the storm drain? I had to make the picture small so that I wouldn't be as scared. Shudder, shudder. Brenda, why did mom and dad let us watch that horrible movie?

We've discovered how much fun it is to play Twister with the kids. And p.s. Twister is a really good work out, especially when you have a 3 year old calling the moves, "Mom, which hand is this?" "That's the left hand, Joshy" "Ok, left hand....um....Blue!" "No, Joshy, that's green." "Oh. Ok. Left hand green!" Ahh! Ohmygosh! Just tell me where to go! Good family time.

I came back from my run one morning to find this sweetness. Yes, Tom, that's mommy's favorite spot to fall asleep too.

And last, but certainly not least, Tommy reached a HUGE milestone this week--He sat independently! (That's Ms. Lisa, Tommy's pediatric physical therapist, in the background. She comes to our house every week to work with Thomas). We all cheered and applauded. He's done it multiple times since. He's a rock star, for sure!

Thanks for sticking around long enough to hear about our doings.