Fascination with the Drain

Ryker has put many things down the bathroom drain; rocks, toothbrushes, seashells, coins, screwdriver, ... Today we ran into a problem with this fascination though.

I was changing Tracen's diaper and Ryker was in the bathroom. Now, I should have learned my lesson to check on him regularly after the one time he wrote all over the wall with permanent marker, but I was busy with Tracen and trusted Ryker to just go potty. Wrong!

Ryker came out a little while later and said, "Daddy's lid's stuck in the sink."

I wasn't fully aware of the problem I had on my hands until I went in the bathroom and looked into the sink. This picture is what I saw.




This cologne lid fits perfectly into our sink drain. Try as I might (with a flat-head screwdriver and a knife), I could not move the lid in the slightest.

Luckily, we have a super nice manager for our apartments. I mean, this guy is so nice, he didn't even make fun of me when I managed to lock myself out of the apartment TWICE in one day. Maybe he was just happy that I wasn't calling for him to unlock the door, but he came over to save the day.

Unlucky for him, the job was a little harder than usual. In the process of removing the pipes, he broke one. Here's the picture.

So, he ran to the store and got a new pipe. He was able to remove the lid...here's a picture of the stupid lid!

And the new pipe.

And the little turd who gave me a reason to update this blog :-) Surprisingly, I still love him and he will always brighten up my days.

(He has a huge bruise on his head from falling down in Old Navy and Mac and Cheese all over his mouth from lunch but I thought it was a cute pic.) :-)

Fire in the Kitchen

I am one of those women who can make anything in the kitchen...as long as I have a detailed recipe. I'm not really sure how people do it without recipes. Well, I decided to go crazy a couple of nights ago and make something new.

Now this is going to blow your mind; I cooked chicken, poured salsa on it, made rice, cut up lettuce and cheese; then put it all in a burrito....ta da :-)

The problem came when I was doing the rice. I wish I could say my rice turns out perfect everytime but it really doesn't. This time though, I ran into a problem that has never happened to me before.

I put the rice on, ran to the bathroom to wipe my son's poopy bum (sorry, TMI?), washed my hands, went back into the kitchen where the rice was overflowing and the whole pot was surrounded by FIRE!!!

Okay, actually it was only on one side of the pot but it was about three inches taller than the pot and flaming hot (of course Rachelle, it's fire! Duh!)

I froze for about two seconds, then I ran over, grabbed the pot, and placed it away from the flaming burner of death! To my surprise, the fire kept on going! I was sure by removing the source of the fire (my stupid overflowing rice), the fire would just stop.

So, I again froze for two seconds, grabbed a measuring cup from the counter, put water in it, and dumped it on the fire...finally, the flames were gone. I had to open the back door to let the smoke out and pray that Ryan would not know what happened when he got home in ten minutes. (I ended up telling him anyway because for some reason I feel the need to tell people about my stupid moments. Also, I figured even if he didn't smell the smoke, he would eventually notice the blackened pot.)

All this time, my baby, Tracen, was sitting in his high chair just watching. I think he liked the excitement.

Days Off

So Ryan has the next few days off of work. He was originally going to go to the Mountain West Conference (it's a basketball tournament for those who don't have sports fanatics as husbands), but we decided to save money and he stayed home.
I love having the extra help but sometimes by the end of his days off, I understand why spouses need to be separated from each other during the day. I love him but we need the time he is at work and I'm at home to remind ourselves of our love. Does anyone else feel this way?
Also, having him around watching what I do all day...I kind of get nervous. Like he's going to see that I let the kids run around a little more wild than he does, or I don't enforce the rules all the time, or I don't always feed the kids the healthiest thing but more the quickest thing I came grab and warm up...
But in the end, I know he loves me and I love him but he really needs to get back to work :-)