Something rare and wild is happening right now: our house is quiet. Jimmy is off playing paintball, my mom is watching Sadie, and Niva is sleeping on the couch. I just finished a mug of coffee, vacuumed the floors and couches, and scrubbed the bathroom.
Yes, I still have laundry to fold, windows to wipe dog and toddler marks off of, and plenty real estate work to do, but I just wanted to come here and ramble for a bit. So, let’s talk!
The weather is finally beginning to warm up here in good ol’ Pittsburgh and I am here. for. it. Spending time at the park with Sadie, walking Niva without wearing mittens, digging in the garden, and playing in the yard. I just love it.
The first thing I want to ramble about today is something completely random I was thinking about this week: traits I admire in my siblings.
My sister is such a care-taker. She’s so good at being prepared, anticipating everyone’s needs, and then working happily to fulfill them. She’s a registered nurse and I see that aspect of her personality come out in every facet of her life. I can’t tell you how many times she’s lent me diapers, wipes, snacks, etc. in a pinch.
My brother is one of those people who you find yourself wanting to talk to. He’s genuinely interested in listening to what others have to say and he has such a friendly demeanor. He has this side smile that makes me grin just thinking about it. When I had my wisdom teeth removed and developed a dry socket that had to be cleaned out and packed with gauze, it was truly traumatic for me. Like more painful than giving birth, lol.
The second I got home from the oral surgeon’s office I ran straight to my brother and bawled my eyes out while he hugged me in the fiercest brother bear-type hug and just held me there. He’s that kind of person. The kind who will cry with you and hug you after a random oral surgery, you know?
Besides bringing me to church as I grew up and introducing me to my faith, the best gift my parents have ever given me is the gift of siblings.
Onto the next thing I want to ramble about: things that are probably not normal but are totally normal in our house. Case in point: paw prints on top of our washing machine.
Niva likes to hop into our basement’s stationary tub, get her paws wet and dirty, and then walk on top of the washing machine. Totally normal.
Shooing Niva off of the counters, top of the refrigerator, and kitchen table happens every single day.
The cat and dog sitting on the windowsill just staring at each other? Happens on the regular.
Bribing Sadie to take a bath by giving her a popsicle. We do it every time and call it a “popsicle bath.”
Owning (and actually using!) three coffee makers. If it’s wrong then I don’t want to be right 🤷♀️
Let’s see… what else? Taking pictures of Jimmy and Sadie because they’re both wearing joggers? Typical. We love trying to match with Sadie.
Cleaning up dead birds, moles, and other small animals that Niva hunted and killed is a weekly thing.
Having a full cupboard in our kitchen dedicated to peanut butter. It’s true.
Looking out the kitchen window to see Niva casually sitting on the fire pit is a regular occurrence.
I could go on and on, but I think you get the gist. We’re a little weird over here. I better end this post before I scare you away. Plus, I have a bunch of stuff to do during my little day off! Bye until next time 👋