Rambo's Rampages...

I sure did as I was confronted with a wall of odors coming from my now 4 day 'powerless' vacant home. 4 days. Not that bad - you would think. Oh, it was THAT bad. Before I go any further, I should say that our power is now back on. Yay. We are home. :)  Our dear cats did actually keep to the litter box this time, but considering we have three of them and that is the first thing you smell when you walk in the door, it's a little overwhelming. Don't worry, it gets better. As you walk through the small hot (because the ac has not been on) entrance into the kitchen the odor slowly changes from cat mess into a less distinctive but just as horrible raw almost tangy smell. Like that description? I thought you would. If you haven't guessed it yet, that would be my entire refrigerator and freezer storing thawed meat, condiments, milk, etc. Out of everything in my refrigerator I get to keep a box of waffles. That's all. The smell has wafted through the entire downstair

An update for those who want or have wanted to comment in the past. I have now changed it so that anyone can. Sorry it's taken me so long. Oy vey... life with four kids. :)

Day 4 and still no power. Hoping today is the day. We're still bunking at my parents and as you can see...... .....Rambo doesn't seem to mind. :) Our nurse has even come here so that we can still sleep at night. I'm anxious to get home but not so anxious about cleaning up all the odd smells that will be emanating from our refrigerator due to four days without power. On a side note, to all those saying that Irene was lame or a disappointment or whatever - remember that some places were massively flooded, streets closed, and there are/were long standing power outages. Just because your house or neighborhood was not affected doesn't mean that nowhere was. Try being thankful. :) Enough reprimand. I need to go make some very stern (but loving) phone calls to Delmarva Power.  

Well, the storm is over. Hurricane Irene has come and gone. Most things have been left undamaged and we're all still standing. Just as we thought it would most likely be. But I did one thing this time around that I had never done before. I prepared for a hurricane. Now, it's not because we've never had a hurricane (although, to my recollection this is the first 'big one' in my lifetime). It is because I don't prepare. Ever. Even having been a mom for now 7 (wow) years, I have always enjoyed being flexible, go with the flow, spontaneous, naieve - call it what you will. I. don't. prepare. BUT a certain someone that entered our lives on Dec 15 2010 has changed all that. Against my will too! That boy cramps my style. Back to the hurricane. I actually started boiling water and putting it in empty gallon containers two days ago. I bought extra wipes and diapers. I even, get this, got medications refilled ahead of time. I generally find myself ordering his meds t

The audiologist. Why, you ask. What is she the winner of? She, my friends, holds first place for dumbest question we've been asked thus far.  Because of Rambo's unknown genetic disorder and possibly some of the medicines used in the hospital, he could potentially be at risk for hearing loss. Again, nobody really has any idea what is going on, so we are just covering all the bases. Seeing an audiologist to assess him was the next step.  They did initially say that it was best for the baby to be sleeping for these tests because it has to be as quiet as possible. Understood.  But I'd like to meet the person who can get a child to sleep on command. If you know one, please pass along the number. We did, however, manage to get Rambo there asleep. Of course in the midst of getting him inside the building with all his equipment and then the fact that she is STICKING STUFF IN HIS EAR.... Well, I'm sure you can imagine that he didn't stay that way. Thus leading us to t

This past week we had no hot water. I don't know if you can remember the last time you had to be without hot water, but it wasn't fun. You would think maybe it's not such a big deal with the weather still being warm - well, I thought maybe it wouldn't be a huge deal. At least the first day that's what I thought. Then the second day came and the dishes were piling up, no one had had a shower, laundry was piled high. This is when it started getting to me. To even wash the dishes (because we couldn't use our dishwasher - absurd and cruel!!) I had to boil two huge pots of water. By day four I thought enough is enough! On top of all this, Rambo had a stomach bug of some sort and needed constant diaper changes for three days. Needless to say, he was grumpy which meant that I was grumpy which meant that EVERYONE. was. grumpy.  This, however, is not the point. I've done enough complaining in my past several posts. Which, by the way, IS the point. It's sad that

  Okay, how cute is that? He just fell asleep on the floor and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to snap a quick picture. Love that boy. Love that serious wrist and finger fat too. Thank you, God, for him!

Rambo is crying in the foreground. Crumbs are on the countertops. The sink and dishwasher are full of dirty dishes. The carpet is emanating bits of paper, dirt, and old broken crayons. We had a doctors appointment yesterday and another one tomorrow. Flies are overtaking my house. I'm out of diapers. And we have no hot water. BUT, I can blog. There's always blogging. (Which, by the way, when did "blog" become a verb? Or even a word?) Forsaking responsibility today seems like a terrific idea. R ambo, R esponsiblity (or lack thereof) and other miscellaneous R amblings - aka Triple R- is my theme for today. So here I sit, at the computer, my back turned to the world (as little as my world is right now) typing about things that no one in their right mind would want to read about. Theodore has finally put himself to sleep - something he has been fighting lately. And just now a stupid *insert bad word of your choice here* fly lands on his head and wakes him up. ARE YOU S

Emma is our third child -the youngest girl. She is a sweetheart. Hugs and kisses are her specialty. She loves all her siblings especially Rambo. She's always making cards and giving you 'gifts'. Although, those usually consist of a pair of your own old worn shoes or a plastic pink saucer from her tea set. She'll fall asleep wherever she lies if she's tired and she loves to sing songs. She is also extremely sneaky. Dare I say, at times, a little trickster. Which is why her nickname is SneakySnead. This, however, is obviously cancelled out by the fact that she is cute. Indisputably, terribly, ridiculously cute.  And not just because she looks cute, but because she sounds cute as well. If you sat and listened to her talk you would not be able to help but smile. And talk she does. There's always a story she made up, a knock knock joke to tell, a song to sing, something she wants to tell you for the millionth time, or a story that Israel or Ruth already