All in his own due time

Brent is so handy. . . But he hates to be nagged about his wife needing a handyman. He has to think of it and get started completely on his own. He does lots of stuff around here but HE HAS TO THINK OF IT, Dang it!

A few Saturdays ago I risked his anger and mentioned that I had a LIST for him. Just 3 little jobs that needed doing that Saturday. I hadn't given him a list all summer and I just lost my head for a minute and wrote these three little things down and passed it over to him.

Brent does not like honey do lists. Kennon overheard him telling me then, "I don't like to be told what to do." This in NOT something you should ever say in front of your children, for obvious reasons.

"OH REALLY, Well I don't like being told what to do either, DAD!"

A very good point, if you ask me.

Tonight I mentioned hanging some blinds twice and by some miracle he went in there muttering and started hanging them up in Kennon's room. By the time he was done, he was done muttering and more in the kind of mood I like to see around here. Completely on his own accord now, he continued checking off my mental list by first washing off the egg that has been on the side of our house since last Halloween when we got tricked since we left for a party and weren't there for treats, I guess. We were coming up on the one year anniversary and it seemed like the natural time to get around to it.

And Then he tipped our couch upside down and took it apart at the seams. A couple months ago he sat down and we all heard a snap. Ever since then we feel like we have half a couch since neither of us can stand to sit on that sunk-in section.

Brent can fix anything so I had hinted that he should just take a look inside and see what he could do. I also wanted it opened up for another reason. We made the mistake of getting a couch that has irremovable cushions. Not only that but it also has remote size gaps all along your back to swallow up all the remotes and anything else that gets left behind. I discovered the problem a couple months ago when something slipped out of my hands and disappeared. After I couldn't get it I reached my hands along the bottom and could feel tons of stuff down in there. . . A lot more than just crumbs. Things that felt like books, keys, remotes, brushes, barrettes and toys. I was able to recover a few trinkets with some great difficulty but had to give up reaching it all.
But now I hate wondering what I am sitting on.

Well he was able to repair the brake AND recover some lost items tonight. One of these was Kennon's cell phone.

With the exception of the mother and the 6 month old all the Casper's have a cell phone. Kennon keeps hers fully charged and sets it to ring so she can answer her "calls" every ten minutes, Especially when we are in public. We will be in a standing in Target checkout, and Kennon gets a call. She pulls it out of her purse, (she always is carrying her purse) and then carries on a complete conversation.

"Hi, . . . yeah, I am actually shopping at Target right now"

"Yeah"

"Okay, I think that should be just fine."

"Well I will call you back, Bye"

Kennon has always liked to play make believe but I think this is really carrying it a bit far. AND I sure hope that people don't judge me and think that this is for real when really it is just a . . .
TOY. No service!

But who needs minutes? It has ring tones . . . takes pictures AND video and of course VIDEO GAMES!

Caroline, Savannah, and Camille all have their own too. The best gifts for our girls ever and they were all free. When Brent got a new one he gave Kennon his old one, and then Brent's friend Dave Cundick, A.K.A the Orange Man, (Camille once asked us if the orange man was coming over. He has strawberry blond hair) felt pity on our other girls and donated three old but very sweet cellphones. I have been tripping over cell phone chargers ever since. That is just one more thing that we really don't have room for in this 200 square ft. living/dining/piano/family/ballet/gymnasium room.

But Kennon's is the only that is set to ring. About a month ago it all stopped and then she started complaining out loud all the time, "I can't find my charger anywhere" and then a dirty look would be thrown over my way. I am usually the guilty one when it comes to cleaning up clutter but she had to apologize when she found out I was innocent of both stealing the charger and the cellphone. Her girlfriend's mother called to let us know that she had found her cellphone charger plugged in at her house recently.

So the blinds are hung, the egg is scraped away, and the couch and the cellphone are back in business. Life is good.