Tybee/Jekyll

 

Floor Joist Progress & Beginnings of a Solar Kiln

Jeff and Randy now have lots of floor joists cut to length, waiting to have joints cut.  The huge pile of trees (where the kids find lots of cool lizards) isn't quite as huge as it once was.  A new mini-project has been started... a solar kiln.  To be honest, I'm not down with all of the details.  I just know there's a lot of sweat being produced and muscle being used.

The floor joists are resting on the foundation beams.

Future solar kiln.

Humor in a Hurry

While the grandparents were out of town, Jeff and I had to make arrangements to get Addison to aikido Tuesday night.  Taking all the kids is just, well, a nightmare... so the plan was for Jeff to make his way home in time to take him.  Of course, he was running late leaving the office, so it was a mad dash.  Jeff had called me several times for progress updates on dinner, kids, Addison's readiness, etc. 

Jeff rushed in the door, grabbed Addison, and left in a flash.  On the way, he called me to ask about a cut through that I use.

I didn't answer.

"Good grief.  I hate when your mom does that.  I KNOW she has her phone.  I KNOW that it's charged.  Why doesn't she answer?"

Addison looked up from his book and casually said, "Sometimes, I think she gets overwhelmed."

Jeff asked, "Why would you think that, Addison?"

"Well, she does have a lot of kids," he replied.

"Well, Addison.  Aren't you one of those kids?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Addison.  Do you overwhelm your mother?"

Addison looked up with a smirk.  "Well, she answered the phone when I was at home."

Words from Olive. (At 3 yrs and 4 months)

Me: "Okay, girls. You can get up and watch a movie until the storm passes."
Olive: "That wind just gave me a present." 

"You know when Peter Pan grabs Tinkerbell and shakes her and all the Pixie Dust comes down? That's like the stuff cats pee in."

Olive, reluctantly eating a piece of lasagna (after first refusing):  "Oh!  This is the kind with stuff in it?  I like this kind!"
After realizing it was a bit liquidy... "This lasagna is like meat jelly."

  

Me: "Olive, you can choose to be grumpy, or choose to be happy and sweet... It is all up to you.".
Olive: "I just want to be a little bit happy........ But I don't know how."

  

"All these errands make me boring."

(Yells, SOBBING, from her room) "I need HELP!  I can't stop the whininess from coming out of my mouth!"

"Daddy's annoying my song."  

Olive refuses kisses, unless they are on the cheek.  "I don't like how mommies and daddies smell."

"I feel like I'm four."

"No, mommy!  I wasn't whining!  I just make that sound when I stretch."

(In the bath) "Ivey!  Smell my mermaid feet!!"

"I don't want to be nice to people. Maybe just a little bit nice.".  

After being offered a green slushie:  "No thanks.  I will try it when I'm 13."

"Ugh.  The e in my name doesn't do ANYTHING."

"I can't.  I have lost my clean-up powers."

"I can't clean up," (Writhing on the ground, whining, and moaning...) "my legs are too cold."

Olive, give Daddy one of those super big hugs!  "I can't.  I can only do one."

The many Olive-self-portraits that I found on my IPad