Our Humble Adode

So we made our first house payment this week, only 359 more payments to go :) With this milestone I thought some pictures of our humble abode were due. Please remember that there is a 3 1/2 year old that dwells with in our 4 walls, so pardone the mess



Our office and wee one's room




wee one's Bathroom and our Bedroom. I no longer have to shimmey to get into bed

Our view from the back yard. This field is rumored to be a future elementary school. We shall see. For now it is where the antalope and huge birds play

The laundry room.... pretty washer and dryer and kitchen

Living room and dining room

Our house

The view from our front porch. The field is slated to be a city park someday, so our view "should" never change.




And the front room, apparently wee ones girls needed to have a sleepover
Well wee one is hungry NOW!!!! So I must go feed her NOW!!!!!!

All grown up

So we are about to become grown ups and stuff, although one would think that having a wee one would make you grown up...

We are waiting to hear if our loan will be approved for our humble abode. It's a very nice humble abode.

Here is an artist rendering of said abode ( since it is brand spankin new, still has the paint smell)

and the floor plan

It has a 3 car garage, and the upgraded master bathroom.

The artist got a bit carried away with the shrubs, alas we have 1 small tree and a couple of bushes.

Off to pack some more...

Out of the mouth of babes

Any one who has had the pleasure of either having a toddler or watching one will have a plethora of things that have come out of the wee ones mouths. Our wee one is no exception, as she has gotten older she has added reasons behind her declarations.

And now without further delay some declarations of our wee one.....


"Daddy when I grow up I want to be a lizard... you know like the lizard of oz"

"Mommy, did you know that Jesus is a sunbeam? He wants us to be like him, and he wants us to be a sunbeam, so he must be a sunbeam."

"See I told ya" This one is usually declared( while placing her wee hand on her hip) after we attempt to do something that she tells us cannot be done.

"Mommy, can we bring the poofy chair to our new house? Daddy would be sad if we had to leave it here"

"The poofy chair isn't made from leather, it's made from poofs, that's why it's poofy"

" Dad!!!! You've got to see this!!!" usually screamed from the bathroom

" Spencer needs a princess cake!!!"


" Do you think Giselle will come? She's a princess" Said after attending the over priced but well worth it for the free drink refills( I drank like 20) princess lunch at Disneyland.


"Hmmm that's interesting. If I put my hand on my bum and smell it, it smells gross"

My all time favorite happened shortly after we noticed that the wee one had been quiet for entirely too long( never a good thing).

Where oh where are the magic gates?

We are theme park people, it's what we like to do. We are one of the crazy parents that take their baby ( she was 5 months old) to Disneyland, and takes them on every single ride possible.

We recently went to the Happiest Place on Earth this summer when the little one was old enough to actually enjoy/remember the rides. My mom made the mistake of telling little one that she was going to go see the princess' and alas little one decided that we must go too!!!!

There are very few "perks" to being in a wheelchair, no lines at theme parks is one, and we take full advantage of this perk, however it never fails that sometime during the day o' fun Matt will be asked to leave his chair at the entrance and get onto the ride. This last trip to Disney has got to be one of my all time favorites.

After waiting in line for Indiana Jones ( apparently you don't even need to have the disabled person with you any more) behind a bunch of cheaters who are slowly ruining this lovely perk, we approach the jeep, and the following occurs:

While helping Matt get close enough to transfer to the Jeep the ride operator says the line we've been waiting for all day

Ride operator " You're going to have to leave his chair over there, and get on the ride"

Matt " But I can't walk"

Ride operator " Then how are you going to get on the ride?"

Matt " I can transfer over if I get close enough"

Ride operator " Well you're going to have to transfer to the ride if you can't walk"

Matt " Isn't that what I just said? If you move I can get close enough, then my wife will move the chair out of the way"

Ride operator " Ok , because you can't leave your chair in the way of the people trying to get on next"

Matt and me " Wasn't planning on it"

Finally, Matt gets on the ride and I move the chair to the chair parking, out of the way of the other riders.

Upon conclusion of our ride, I jump out the wrong side( it's the right side if you want to get back into your wheelchair) and have another award winning conversation with the ride operator

Ride operator " Miss, you have to get off the other side"

Me" I'm getting my husbands wheelchair"

Rider operator" Can't he get it?

Me " um no, he can't walk, that's why he has a wheelchair"

Ride operator" oh, ok make sure you take the right one"

I was so floored with the lack of common sense that I has no answer for that last comment.

Now a magical thing happens at Disneyland. During the day we will see scooters, and wheelchairs everywhere, sometimes they even outnumber the strollers. But alas when the time comes that they are shoving us out the gates ( because we stay until they tell us to leave... now!) the scooters and wheelchairs are few and far between. We have decided that there must be a magic gate that cures you when you go through it. We have tried many of the gates but have not found it yet, perhaps it rotates every hour. So the next time you are at Disneyland, if you discover how the magic gate works, please do share, we've been looking for it for years