Blogging has become a huge challenge, and I've been terrible with pictures. Here are my disjointed thoughts on the past week, via ipad, via mcdonalds wifi. Don't judge.
Life in Cheyenne is interesting. There are so many good things and we really can’t complain about much, but having children just throws a wrench into everything.
Life in Cheyenne is interesting. There are so many good things and we really can’t complain about much, but having children just throws a wrench into everything.
But we do love them.
Alex and Heidi were playing with a scarf, a sort of tug of war game where Alex put the scarf in her mouth and Heidi tugged it. Her loose tooth suddenly became VERY loose! She was pretty excited about it until the next morning when she decided eating was painful. Low blood sugar mixed with excitement and anxiety over the tooth coming out and hurting led to a pretty emotional day. At one point she had me tie a string to her tooth and she actually tied it to a doorknob and shut the door! Unfortunately the tooth didn’t come out and she cried and cried and was tied to the door and it was pretty dramatic for a few minutes there. It's still in and I've decided I hate teeth. Coming in, going out. Good thing they are so usefull!
Grandma let’s Tyler take her car to work a few days a week so the girls and I can escape the house, go to parks and visit the library. It’s been a life saver. It’s hard going out everyday, but it’s hard staying home everyday. There has been some lawn work going on, mixed with some disobedience on the girls part with rocks and water, so they are grounded from the yard for a bit. There is a school a few blocks away that we had been walking to and playing on the equipment, but they just tore down the playground.
Today it all hit the fan with Quinn’s screaming, Alex’s tooth drama and a general “stuck in the house” feeling. There were hours of screaming and crying about boredom and not enough toys and “worst day ever”. We purposely only brought a few toys with us because we didn’t have room, and it was summer so they could just “go outside”. I was happy that we could leave the Barbie’s and dress up and princessness behind for a few months, the girls do NOT agree. Aparently they are through with our pioneer themed lives and I’m hearing more and more about “goodol’ Pittsburgh.”
A week ago I established a summer allowance so they could have some freedom to save and spend and buy things. They decided to buy princess shoes, crowns and wands. I put my foot down at barbies. And still it’s not enough. I think we need more child time, but there aren’t any we have found in the neighborhood, and our park time has been limited. They are sick of me, they are sick of the toys we brought, and they are sick of all the new rules. It’s been 2.5 weeks and the past couple of days have really tried my patience. In part because Quinn just SCREAMS and SCREAMS and SCREAMS. I think she is hungry all the time, but she won’t EAT! When she finally does get a belly full she is such a pleasant child. Heidi taught her this hilarious sign for ‘stinky’ that is holding her nose and blowing it. Quinn also does this fantasic angry face pouty lip angry eyebrows.
She is walking everywhere wonderfully. She fell into the coffee table twice and cut her teeth through her lip. It was so sad. She has mastered stairs, and playing in the toilet and just discovered you can unroll toilet paper.
She will cry “mamama” and has learned “more” which sounds more like “mo, mo, mo, mo” in the same pitch and frequency as the seagulls on “Finding Nemo.”
Overall I’ve enjoyed our simple life. No tv to distract, no internet. It makes focusing on the kids easy. We read a lot of library books and doing school isn’t a chore. I’m turning into a proper house wife and even get dinner on the table just in time for Tyler to walk in the door from work and sit down for a family meal. I’ve made pancakes for breakfast 2 days in a row, and I actually look forwards to the kids waking up in the morning because them it means there will be something to do! I need to check out something for myself at the library next time. The kids are learning a lot about technology through our sudden lack of it. I’ve had a heck of a time trying to explain the “internet” to young minds and why things like Netflix and watching movies on the ipad and computer don’t work anymore. Or why Mom pulls up in front of Taco Johns every time we get in the car (because I can get free wifi from the benches out front and can download my email and do a quick 30 second scroll through of facebook and instagram. We’ve done of fair share of eating there as well, don’t you worry.)
Church is still difficult. Quinn cries the whole time, and now Heidi has become our afraid of primary child who clings and cries and throws a fit when it’s time to go to class. I haven’t enjoyed the second or third hours of church in ages. Tyler and I take turns with angry Quinn face and every now and then one has to sit in on Primary. The ward seems nice though and we are generally impressed with Wyoming.
I think my favorite part is that I think there are less people in the entire state of Wyoming than would fit in Ft. Pitt tunnel when I’m trying to get through during rush hour. Traffic is non existent and I can get all the way across the state capital of Wyoming in the same time it would take me to get to the grocery store in Pittsburgh. The roads are wide, the speed limit is high and there are hardly any cars around. Love it.
2 other awesome Wyoming things. We were driving through town when we say a giant herd of probably 100 goats fenced in with a temporary fence next to Great Harvest bread, in town. Apparently you can rent out this herd of goats to clear your lawn, or field, or hard to mow places! It made me so happy. I can’t believe I didn’t get a picture, they have moved on now. Second thing. I was walking through the park with the girls on a nice day and I glanced at the parking lot and saw a pickup truck with 4 or 5 highschool aged guys. They were sitting in the back with their levi jeans and cowboy hats and no shirts. It just struck me as so hilariously odd and yet not necessarily out of place. Just not something you would see in Pittsburgh. Probably ever.
The big girls share a bed here at Grandma’s house and I wonder to myself every night how our ancestors did it. We were very spoiled with our bunkbeds. I also wonder to myself how, 4 and 6 years later we can still be fighting about bedtime, like it’s this strange new thing that needs to be fought against.









