Music Man

We had quite a day yesterday. Chayse and I had a few errands to run and I decided one of them would be to swing into my local consignment shop. I'm glad I did because they had a huge sale going on. I was able to buy a huge amount of stuff for around $40! I'll sell half of it on Ebay and probably double my money, at least. See how resourceful I can be!

Anyway, after sorting through racks for over an hour, Chayson decided he had had enough. He also decided he really liked this pair of Winnie the Pooh and Tigger swim trunks. After trying, repeatedly, to convince Chayse that a size 4T was not going to fit I gave up and my 3 year old took his shoes and pants off and proceeded to tell me he would leave his undies on while he put the swim trunks on.

After that we had to make a sprint to Walmart to buy Rylan a pair of black dress pants. However, I now believe every 9-11 year old boy in Rylan's school bought their black dress pants (that are the required dress for chorus and band) from Walmart. Not a single size 10 or 12 could be found. What that meant was I then needed to drag 3 kids to Target, 15 minutes away, in rush hour traffic at 5pm and make it home in time to get Rylan to the High School for band practice at 6pm.

$50, some complaining about tight shirt collars, a bit of yelling, and a lot of speeding later.....

He was nervous to play, but he did great! It's an elementary school band, so don't expect masterful Beethoven, but it was cute. He also sings in the fourth and fifth grade chorus. If he has the famous Paine singing voice, which I do believe he may have inherited, I think he may fair better as a sax player. ;)

Extra space

There are 5 people in my family. 2 adults and 3 kids. There are also 4 cats and a large dog. Our house is 1100 square feet, with one bathroom. Obviously we are bursting at the seams.

Scott had been working on the basement for awhile, but things kind of stalled mostly due to the fact that I was holding out for Pergo flooring instead of a cheap rug. Finally, after the influx of toys entering our house at Christmas, I caved and decided to go ahead and finish the basement sans Pergo and a few other things. It's just a playroom. I need to get over myself sometimes.

Here's the finished product. Not bad, if I do say so myself.

So now we have a bit more space and the toys are out of my living room. It's a much better situation for us all. However, I hold no illusions that it will stay looking like it does in that picture. Believe me, the floor is already covered in toys. But again, not my living room. The joys of having a playroom!

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