J-Beans

One of my favorite things to do these days is let Leon and Silas pick out one (1) jelly bean from the jelly bean jar we keep around the house for bribery and child trickery. It's winter time and 2 degrees outside so there's nothing much else to do after dark. They love it and request one every hour.

So last night Silas approached me asking for an "Ay-been". How can I resist? So I got the jar out from hiding, and started shaking it to a beat - trying to get these two boys dancing. They immediately jumped into freestyle toddler dance (looks like ants in pants). Right in the middle of their routine, the lid pops off and jellies go flying everywhere.

They both immediately dropped to their bellies on the floor filling both hands and cheeks with beans. When I say immediately, I mean they beat the jelly beans to the floor. That's how fast they got down to business.

The rest of the night was great because anytime they'd come up asking for more I told them there were probably some left in the floor somewhere.

I'm still here

After a post about pottery two years ago, I vanished into the internet's thin air. In the meantime, I've been breathing the thick air of the interlife - that's actual air.

I've managed in the past two years to stay in the same house. I'm still up here on the top of the hill along with all the other people in the police reports. I said "other people" because we made the Blotter last October when someone threw a rock through our window at one in the morning. I suspect Ernest T. Bass, except there was no offer to sing "Eatin' Goober Peas."

I've turned the upstairs front room into my office after getting a stay-at-home job last November. That's the biggest change in the last two years for sure. I've gone from wrapping vehicles with rad graphics and digging post holes, to project managing franchise sign jobs all over the country from the comfort of my own home. This allows me to drink on the job and work in the nude. And although I love my boys to bits (I wanna kiss them on the lips), they are the worst co-workers I've ever had. They haven't done a lick of work the entire time. Even now the gentle murmurs of Leon's whining are wafting up the staircase. Actually, that might be Beth I hear.

Another little change in the last two years goes by the name of Silas here around the house. He came along a couple of Aprils ago. In fact, he came along so quickly I ended up being on the receiving end of his entrance. He's my buddy, and it's been a lot of fun seeing two brothers slowly turn into best buds. They are at least best buds for a couple hours a day.

I think Beth has had it up to here with birthing little boys, so nothing is in the works anytime soon. She's busy enough with the boys and the house and the garden and crafting and making amazing food.

So I'm going to use this blog to practice writing and have some sort of record of our lives. I've got several good stories to tell.

Or maybe I'll just update this every two years.