Technologically-challenged

Jim's big gift this year for Christmas was money to buy a new TV.  We made the trek Sunday night to go pick one out and braved staying up past putting kids to bed to put it all together.  It's been 24 hours since bringing it home and here's the email I just sent out to our neighbor Mrs. P.....

It’s official.  We are old. 

Jim and I have thrown in the towel, used some choice words, and have officially given up on trying to hook up our TV/Cable box/DVD/Sound system.  We have beautiful, crystal clear picture on the TV with no sound.  We have booming, theater-grade sound on the DVD player with no picture.  We’re flaming idiots.  It’s been a full 24 hours of having the gorgeous, shiny, black hole in our living room and the children have said approximately 79 times, “Mama, I sure wish dat TV was wooking” or “Maybe you don’t have the wight wemote.”

Do you happen to know of any young, vibrant, eager, techno-educated young people that would be able to help the old couple across the street from you all?  Possibly a grand child?  Someone that won’t make it worse?

The worst part is that we stayed up until 1:30 last night putting it all together and today there was mutiny because we just didn’t have the energy to be good parents.  It’s 9:20 and Jim is passed out on the couch, surrounded by ripped open plastic bags and approximately 53 cable wires.  Some cable wires dating back to his college days and some that cost $60 each.

If you are able to provide this destitute couple with a sliver of hope, we’d appreciate it.

Thanks,

Off to bed,

~Kelle

Random pictures

This would be what happens when I opt out of putting shorts on the kid, take, oh, about 5 minutes to dry my hair and throw some make-up on and then realize that things are really, really quiet.


He's watching his truck video above and below. It is absolutely mesmerizing.

Here's another blonde cousin who is about to be a big brother. Hang in there Aunt J.

It's funny. I almost dislocated my back trying to drag this Little Tikes playhouse from the backyard to the front yard, clean it up and jam it through the front door (with the neighbor's help) because I was positive my husband would be totally against it. My reasoning was: it doesn't get played with out there anyway, so clean it up and bring it inside. His reasoning, I think, was that he didn't want another project to tackle when he got home. (That and he's related to the men who's heads only turn in two directions: left and right.) Well, lo and behold, wha-da-ya-know, since he's seen how much the little people have enjoyed playing with it, he has nothing but praises to say about it being inside. I declare, sometimes I do have good ideas. I'm just sayin'.