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I've listed my contemporary doll house family on eBay. Normally when listing something on eBay I have no problem just letting it go. But this little family has been a real thorn in my side. I made them for the express reason to sell, but I don't like two things about them: the dad's hair and the baby's face. So now I'm petrified someone will buy them and have the same issue. How can I worry though? That's the artists' predictament. When you create something a little bit of you is in it. So if someone critizes something I made, it's as if they are critizing me. I think it's funny that I get more worked up about what people are going to think about my art than my kids. I mean my kids actually do have parts of me in them, but they also have freewill, so I can't control everything they do. I can however control everything about my "art."

Anyway, here's the family for your critical analysis. Thread lightly.

My Sous Chef

There is one fabluous thing about Griffin being hard of hearing. He goes to a pre-school where they cook every week: pudding, cake, pie, applesauce etc. . . He's turned into a very good sous chef. He can brown hamburger, grate cheese and stir sauce. Gotta love it.

Our Little German Businessman

Will got his glasses.

It's a Kendrea Sort of Thing!

Joe's Birthday was on Saturday night, because of that our tags were expired at 12 a.m. Sunday morning. I of course planned to have the tags renewed on Friday, but when my mom offered to help me clean my house all my plans went flying out the door. As a precaution we did not drive the car Sunday and on Monday, today, I drove it to the Secretary of State. The plan was I would be driving all by my lonesome, but unfortunately I had to bring the older boys along because school was out. Ugh!

We dropped Griffin off at school and were at the Secrearty of State (SOS) at 10:15. As we walked in there was a sign posted, "We do not accept Credit Cards!". Knowing I had written my last check a couple days before, I thought, "Oh crap! We have to go to the bank first." I remembered I had Joe's car and therefore his checkbook. O.k. back out to the car, snag checkbook, back into SOS. Walked in and immediately was called over. I handed the woman my documentation and she said, "Proof of insurance." Crap! It's in the car. "I'll be right back. Boy's stay there." Out I go. I get the thingy out of the glove box and grab the proof of insurance. Walk . . . hobble really, I'm still in the CAM walker . . . hobble back in, hand the proof over to the woman she says, "Oh, it's expired." OMG! Joe has the expired proof of insurance and not the current one. The woman says I could call my insurance company on my cell phone and have them fax something over. Nope, I can't do that. My cell phone's battery is completely dead. I'll have to drive home, get the current proof and come back later. We head out the door. Before we take off I decide to dig a little deeper in the "papers of importance" wallet thingy and there buried is the current proof.

"O.k. guys back in." Ugh! There's still no one at the SOS, so we again get to walk right up I hand her the paper, she says, "That will be $160.00." I open Joe's checkbook to find out NO CHECKS are in it. The lady and I have a laugh and I ask if the liquor store a few shops down the strip mall has an ATM machine. They do and I tell the boys, "Sit, stay." I thought I'd find the ATM right around the door, but it's not. I ask the lady behind the counter, "Excuse me, do you have an ATM?" She replies, "Yes, we do but it's out of money."

All right it's obvious to me that I will have to do this whole thing later. As I'm walked back to the SOS I'm thinking, "Let's see we'll go to the bank, get the money and while we're there I can deposit the money I got from my students . . . OH MY GOD I have money in my wallet. DUH!" I made Secretary of State ladies day. They laughed and laughed and so did I.

Now back at home my cell phone is charging and I filled both of our checkbooks. Not that I needed either of them.

Friday Night Light

I'm glad I know people that will sit around on a Friday night and do the stuff I like to do.

Eye for an Eye

Will at 2 1/2.

I received a letter from the Oakland County Health Whatever the Hell before Christmas and Griffin had failed his vision test. I immediately set up an eye exam, thinking the whole time, wow, glasses and hearing aids, that’s a lot to shove behind your ears. After two week we finally got in and thankfully the little guy does not glasses . . . at least not yet.

On Monday of this week I received another letter from the Oakland County Health Whatever the Hell and it seems William also failed the eye exam. Holy moly! This prompted me to get out the letter originally sent for Griffin and it wasn’t for Griffin at all, but for Gustav.

Now you may be asking yourself why on earth Gus failed his eye exam, he wears glasses. Not on that particular day. He hadn’t worn them. “Gus, did you tell the person doing the test that you forgot your glasses?” Expected response was delivered, “No.” O.k. Griffin had an unneeded trip to the eye doctor, but being a preemie is was a good idea to get him in there anywhere. And now with our family history he will be watched closely. Will does need glasses.

The whole way to the doctor he’s complaining, “I don’t want to go to the eye doctor. I don’t want glasses. Blah, blah, blah.” While waiting for the doctor he tried to memorize the eye chart, rather smart I say. It’s didn’t work. We get the chart and head to the glasses “area” and all I hear is, “I can’t wait to tell everyone I’m getting glasses. When do I get my glasses? Blah, blah, blah.” He picked out the funkiest pair of glasses I’ve seen in a long time: highlighter yellow and army green. Luckily the “optical assistant” found them in electric blue and gray. That I can handle, but they do look like something a German businessman would be wearing. I’ll post a picture as soon as possible.

I’m just shocked. Gus was at least complaining about not being able to see Mister Rogers. Will has never said a thing. He also didn’t complain when he ruptured his ear drum. Maybe he’s not very observant, that is also is a family trait.