Cup Stacking

So you know the cup stacking thing? You know, this one?

Well, we have been playing a variationย  of that around our house, except it takes two players.

Heather or I frantically stack Hannah’s stacking cups, and she flails her her little arms and laughs manically. Well, maybe not manically, but it makes better word picture that way right? ๐Ÿ™‚ Whatever the case it’s actually a lot of fun, I just haven’t fully adjusted to the fact that games don’t end on my time anymore.

Hannah has been quite the hand full over the past month. I think she has cut two or three teeth and gone into a weird drama phase over the past week. We don’t really know what the story is there, but as Heather always says “kids are a mystery”

It’s possible she is picking up on how stressed Heather and I are… it’s been a crazy, crazy month (more on that in a future post!) but I didn’t think we were that obvious about it. I suppose a meaningful percentage of her intuition is tuned to perceiving everything she can about mom and dad right now, so I might be selling her short.

Oh, and we took a trip out to Colorado for a few days, dropping her off in Nebraska with my parents. It was a great trip, and she apparently had lots of fun with Grandma and Grandpa, but I suppose a few days away from home plus 14 total hours in the car could, perhaps have contributed to her unrest ๐Ÿ™‚

Speaking of that car ride, I don’t know how you are suppose to handle hour six of seven, but Hannah and I used an apple and a hat:

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It seems to have worked ok… she looked better in the hat than I did.

-Jordan

A Landmark Day

One detail of my new job that I don’t think I have mentioned, here or anywhere for that matter, is the fact that I need to wear actual shirts. I have managed to get by with polos for the past few years.

This creates a problem for our old system of laundry, and as I have discussed before ironing isn’t really something we practice around here.

Well, it wasn’t:

Ironing

What you see there is me ironing a shirt with a brand new* iron, on a brand new ironing board. You are probably thinking, “but he has had that job for quite a while, and its mid week already… shouldn’t this have happened sooner?” Yes, yes it should have! I got by using up every single shirt I owned, and then wearing a few that I though looked ok straight out of the wash. The wrinkles caught up with me eventually though, so I broke down and setup the ironing board.

I suppose I would be better off doing a batch of shirts to at least cover a week, but for now I only did enough to get me through to the next night where I will have time to tackle a few more shirts.

I hear rumors of shirts that are more likely to come out of the wash in a wearable state, and plan to research that rumor in detail soon. I will miss the days of polos, but outside of the ironing aspect I think I have adapted well.

-Jordan

* when I say “brand new” I mean the same kit that has traveled with me for years, still in the factory packing ๐Ÿ™‚