Friday, October 11, 2013

I've Been Thinking

Things in our lives have been really, really crazy lately and this little blog of mine has taken a backseat to all of the more important things in my life. Which is fine because it hasn't really grown in the last year and I'll never be a Grace or a Jen and that's okay. It's okay because I love my small life in my small town with my crazy chaotic schedule and all the demands for my attention. I am transitioning into a second season in my life. 

We are moving from our quiet country life back into town (if we ever find a house) and that means close proximity to my sister and her kids. Which means cultivating real relationships instead of e-relationships. It means doors slamming, kids yelling, and interaction with people with whom I do not share a last name after work hours. I am excited about the extra time we will have that was previously filled with commuting from one place to another.

I have also started taking more photos for friends and family. I don't know that photography will ever become my main job as I had dreamed but it is definitely becoming more predominant and that is very exciting for me. I am hopeful for this next part of my family's journey and for the new memories we will make. I'm also a little anxious and nervous. I don't adjust well to change. I think it stems from my childhood years when we moved so often and I never really formed those deep, long lasting relationships with people not linked to me by DNA.

So all that being said, I think it is time to say farewell to my blog life and focus on other things. As much as I love writing and sharing the stories of my family I feel guilty when I don't post for an extended amount of time (not that I am fooling myself into thinking anyone else has a vested interest in my posts) because it feels that I am neglecting one of my children. I barely have time to read the blogs I love so much so it just doesn't feel like this is the time for Hays House to be a focus. I would just like to say thank you to everyone who has taken time out of their own busy lives to read what I have written. And especially those of you who have left comments encouraging me and praying for me during trying times. You have been wonderful and rest assured, I will continue to keep abreast of the happenings in your lives. I love you all!

Friday, October 4, 2013

7 Quick Takes For The House 2 YO

This sweet little girl turned two last week. I had so many things planned to make her day super special but nothing worked out as I planned. Our current house is under pack attack and our next home is yet to be discovered. The elaborate gift I had planned for her is still sitting untouched in the garage. I am buried under stuff at work with no end in sight and a new computer that has thrown a hissy fit Rosanne Barr would envy. Kinsey had a ballgame and her traveling team coach was coming so I felt I needed to be there to meet with him. So all that being said, we had store bought Spiderman cupcakes at 9 pm on her birthday night with a sad little blue candle on which she spent her wishes. And I don't think she minded in the least. I mean really, what's better than Spiderman cupcakes with red and blue icing that stains your teeth and skin for days after?? Except maybe 7QT all about her! So I've crawled out from under my rock to join Jen for just that! 

I can't believe how well she speaks for her age. It's not even something I'm going to pretend not to be super proud of. She tells me complete stories about daycare every day. Now, whether or not they are true I can't say but she did tell me the other night that "Hudson pushed me. Chase pushed me too!" She plays a very good victim but unfortunately for her, I know all about her bullying ways. And she is already doing that thing all my kids have done when their brains work faster than their mouths, resulting in a little stutter before they finish their thought. If not for that, I would presume she is a genius. But I've been wrong before.

She loves babies (dolls). And she loves to "cook, cook" which is great for daddy because he is the only one right now who does cook, cook around our house so I am sure he would be grateful for her help!  Although, it would be nice if she wouldn't be quite so helpful during dishwasher unloading time. Grandma and Grandpa built her a cedar table and chairs and refinished a vintage Holly Hobby Kitchen set. She loved both gifts so much we could hardly get her to leave their house. Although, that's not really all that different from most other days.

She celebrated her birthday week with a visit to the doctor who announced that it is very uncommon for a child her age to have a sinus infection because the number of sinuses she has developed at this age is about 0-2, and yet, somehow, she has defied all odds and contracted sinusitis and an ear infection. Gotta love an overachiever. Silver lining...because she is a total drug seeker she sucks the antibiotic down with a passion only rivaled by the ability she has to chug scalding hot coffee. Which is a total gift procured by the knowledge that the time allotted to consume as much as possible before someone catches her is nil. So at least we don't have to sit on her to get her meds down, like we did her melodramatic older brother.

I conned my sister into going to the doctor with me. I ran into Wal Mart to grab the prescription and upon my return to the van, noticed the side door to the swag wagon was wide open and my sister was hanging over the back seat attempting to do something with a baby wipe. It was in complete horror that it dawned on me, as Princess Lay Lay held out her hands so proudly and proclaimed "chocate" (aka chocolate) with such joy, that she indeed had poo covering both hands and extending to her elbows. My favorite part...poo under the fingernails. Vom.

She loves to sing. Kids Bop does a great job with making today's hit pop songs kid appropriate and Aunt Jackie was kind enough to give us a CD so she bursts out in song as often as possible. Her current faves are "Girls...On Fire!" and "Don't Care...Love It!"

She also has a gift for dance. She runs in circles with one arm in the air yelling over and over "Shake booty!" It does this mama's heart proud to see such an exhibition. Okay, so maybe the emotion is less pride and more fear. It's hard to tell the difference as both make me sob like a colicky baby.

And finally, Aunt Jackie bought her an adorable Lucky Bums chair to which Lady A said: 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

The Little Things

This morning was one of THOSE mornings. You know what I'm talking about? A Newton's Law kind of morning. What goes up must come crashing down around you, breaking into a million pieces and leaving you to find your way through a landmine of possible bombs awaiting detonation. The hubs and I aren't sleeping much these days. We prayed and prayed for the sale of the house and we are so grateful that God has answered our prayers but because having faith that He will indeed provide in His time is one of our biggest not strengths, we are freaking out about our living arrangements. We initially had this dream transition plan in place. Our wonderful friends have offered to let us rent their home. They have been more than gracious and we were over the moon and positively certain that all would fall effortlessly into place. For the first time EVER. And then there was the issue of a broken pipe and massive amounts of water in the basement and then a questionable date for when the rental house would be available. Which ultimately, could be a complete non-issue and probably exactly what God had planned from the beginning. However, we, the perpetual planners, feel the need to have a "backup plan" just in case our rental falls through and we HAVE to have somewhere to go. So I began contacting folks a few days ago and have hit one brick wall after another. All of which, is keeping us up nights, worrying about what will ultimately happen with all of the what ifs? It's a vicious circle and super practice for a roaring good game of chase your tail and get nowhere very quickly and efficiently.

Then, because you know my sundae always requires a cherry on the van wouldn't start. Minor problem. Dead battery. Mr. Wonderful grabbed one booster pack, which wouldn't charge. So he grabbed another booster pack, which wouldn't connect. But finally, determination and plaintive pleading won out and the van roared to life. We were, of course, late and completely off routine but like the valiant troopers we are, we persevered. I dropped Kins off first which is usually my last before work stop sans little kids. But today we were still at full passenger load. And because I'm the coolest mom in all the land and E Man asked so nicely, this was bumping in the swag wagon.

Kinsey immediately turned it waaayyyy down as we pulled up to the high school. And because I have no self control at all but I do have the sense of humor of a 5 year old, I inched it back up. She hissed at me to stop because I was embarrassing her and that was all I needed to hear. I cranked that baby up and I have never seen her move so fast in her almost 15 years. A backpack, a gym bag, and a softball bag were all removed from my vehicle and the door was sliding closed in .05 seconds. A new record at the House O' Hays. She was halfway up the walk to the front doors when I realized I forgot to wish her a good day. So to be sure she heard over the music, I rolled the window down, base bumping, and called to her, at the tippy top of my lungs, "I love you. Have a good day!" It's the little things that bring the most joy, ya know?

Friday, September 13, 2013

Armpits & Swearing...A Little Of Each Goes A Long Way!

Lady A has recently developed a repulsive habit of which I am a huge NOT fan. When she gets very tired and and wants to "night night" she thrusts her hand straight up my sleeve and into my armpit. Yes, that's right. I actually just typed the word ARMPIT. I don't know why or how it happened. One day she was obsessed with tickling us and now she can't sleep without her hand safely ensconced in armpit area. Now, I have never been neglectful of proper armpit hygiene so please do not misunderstand the next sentence. I am now shaving and deodorizing like a vigilant axilla analyst. (I bet you didn't know that was the technical term for armpit.) She is even waking in the middle of the night and seeking my armpit out in the dark which leads to a dozen not so pleasant ways I could be awakened from a deep, worry free sleep. Now, before you assume I am okay with this disturbing behavior, I would like to assure you I am not. I sincerely feel, in the deepest recesses of my heart, that this has to stop immediately. So three nights ago I refused to let her tuck her little hand safely away in my armpit and after multiple blocked attempts, she said very clearly, "Armpit, dammit!"

Oh yeah. I immediately looked to the hubs for confirmation but he was still resting in sweet oblivion about the entire matter so I called his attention to HIS daughter and asked her to repeat what she had just said, to which she happily obliged. Commence interrogation to the nth degree. Her first victim to which blame was assigned was Ethan. After she realized that wasn't going over she happily offered mommy up as the guilty party. Now, I honestly couldn't recall if she had actually heard this from me or not, I mean, it's not like I'm tossing around swear words for the masses but during a high stress moment it's possible, so I assumed the guilt and we left it there. Until I picked her up from daycare and our provider mentioned that she had walked into the kitchen after nap and nonchalantly tossed out the D word as if it were in her everyday vocabulary. Once again, I blushingly assumed the blame.

When I told her dad what had happened at daycare, he vomited up the truth faster than a pregnant woman at a sushi bar. I believe it went something like this:

Me: Your daughter said that word again. At daycare.
R: Oh yeah? I was thinking. There's a possibility she might have heard that from me. I mean, in all honesty, she probably thinks it's Ethan's first name.

And there you have it...the truth shall set you free. Or at the very least it will set your innocent (in this particular incident) wife free! For a moment at least, because, let's face it, the bigger issue is still at hand. I have a cursing toddler who is infatuated with armpits. How innocent could I possibly be?

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Theme Thursday...Text

Joining The Clan for Theme Thursday. This week's theme is text. And the text that speaks to me most clearly, no matter the situation, is the book written for us as our guiding light and saving grace. The Holy Bible. And during a wedding celebration this text in particular speaks to me.

When I offered to take their wedding photos she told me she wanted this picture and I was worried. The lighting would be tricky. The ring would have to balance just right. So many things could go wrong. Or everything could go right. 

Now head on over and check out the text big thing. Sorry. I won't do it again. Pinky swear.

Monday, September 9, 2013


Here's the sitch in a super quick breakdown. Pending appraisal, the house has found its new owner. We have about 30 days to find alternate housing but thankfully I know people and we may have a rental in the works. God is good and prayers get answered and the Hays fam is fast tracking its way to Crazy Town via the Loony Bin Express. Hope you'll join us for the ride!

P.S. Stay tuned for E Man's performance from Farmer's Day. After a quick "I'm freaking out, too." he rocked it and this mama cried the ugly cry in public. I'll upload as soon as we figure out how to get the video from the camera to the youtube. Sigh.

Friday, September 6, 2013

7 Quick Takes...Holiday Hangover

Joining Jen and her faithful followers for 7 Quick Takes. She is rocking an awesome new look this week and it makes me want to tear my newly rearranged corner of the net down and start from scratch. But alas, who has the time? So instead, I'll just jump right into my summary of a holiday week that feels 10 times longer instead of one day shorter. 

As I mentioned, I recently redesigned the blog. I wanted a 1950's housewife meets contemporary crazy look and I think I totally didn't hit the nail on the head. However, my family thought the picture of me at the top was hysterical so it's kind of a wash. I used this site to find a 1950's housewife type picture. Then I added my face and Photoshopped the heck out of it.  I think overall it looks like a cross between a train wreck and a natural disaster with the result being the can't really look directly at it but you also can't look away. Which for me is good enough. My standards are low.

We took EJ to the movies last weekend. Smurfs in 3D. Great family film. If you haven't seen it, you might put it on your nothing else going on, may as well find some way to keep the short legged people still for two hours and eat some super delish, popped in peanut oil, high calorie corn of the puffy variety, list. E Man sat by a little blonde haired cutie he has gone to daycare, preschool, and now kindergarten with and came home with a hickey. That's right. My five year old got his first hickey at a movie. He informed his dad and I that he thought he and his little friend were going to fall in love but they didn't. Then he noticed the red mark on his hand and showed it to me. After a thorough investigation, I realized it was indeed a hickey and after an intense five minute interrogation it was deduced that he was so nervous that they might indeed, fall in love that he had been biting and sucking on the side of his hand throughout the movie, resulting in his very first hickey. The gene pool runs shallow.

The showing we had last Saturday resulted in a text last night and the potential buyer would like to get together this evening to "discuss the house". I'm trying not to get my hopes up but if anyone out there in the big ol' www would like to throw some prayers up to the heavens on our behalf, we wouldn't hate it. 

The hubs has a birthday this Sunday. I tried to buy him a new trail camera. Guys say we are hard to shop for. They lie. They lie like dogs. There are so many features on these cameras my head was spinning when I left the store. Empty handed, I might add. I still have not one thing to offer him on his day except my apologies for being such a horrible failure in the gift giving department. Luckily he has low expectations.

Speaking of birthdays, Alayna will be two in a few weeks and I have not even started on her birthday gift. And this is not something that will take a couple hours to knock out. Oh no. Let me show you what it looks like in its current state. Oh yeah, baby. This is gonna be good. A 1990's piece of oak furniture that originally served what purpose? I have no idea. Every two year old's dream gift, right? Did I mention it's eleventybillion degrees in our neck of Hades right now so as soon as my creative juices get flowing and I step out the door to start on this little project they evaporate into the parched Missouri atmosphere? Oh well, you're never too young to lower your expectations, right? I mean, come on. I only bought this piece 9 months ago in anticipation of her second birthday. It's not like I've had ages to work on it or anything. And I blame Pinterest for every bit of it. Every stinking bit!

While we're on the subject of my last ever baby turning a big fat, two years old...she is now talking in complete sentences. My current favorites, "Nayna sit right here and chilllll." "Aweshome dude." And the ever popular, "Coo dude!" Is her "I have older siblings who influence me", showing?

And finally, E Man is going to be in our small town's Little Mr. Farmer contest this weekend. He's a nervous wreck about it because he will be singing this song. I will be videotaping and you will be subjected to it next week. Consider this your fair warning. If this is something you object to, you might steer clear for a year or two. Since it is maybe the cutest thing I have ever seen and I've been known to beat a deceased equine in the past, it may be a recurring piece of footage. I know, I know. I can't help myself.