and we're back....

I picked up the laptop last night. Fortunately, it just needed a new keyboard. Fortunately, Jason at NWA Techs (who is on my new favorite people list) happened to have one. Fortunately, it only cost $45! I couldn't believe it. I highly recommend taking your frazzled computers there. He said they have a guy who comes in and takes older PCs that people don't want any more, fixes them up and takes them to 3rd world countries when he goes on missions trips. What a cool ministry. So, thank you PK for knowing someone who fixes computers. It's sad how dependent I am on the internet. Have you tried going a week without it?

computer malfunction

Due to a slight technical problem with our computer (aka Grant was pouring his drink on it) there will be no new blog postings for a little while. The nice man at NWA Techs is trying his best to clean it up and we are praying the mother board has not been fried. I knew it was bad when he asked me if it "smoked"... and no, I didn't notice any smoke. Refer back to previous postings on why Grant is our most expensive child. God makes them cute so you don't injure them.

It's a....

Nate's prayers have been answered and only God knows what the baby is. We had the ultrasound today and he/she is breach (it'll still turn lots of times so that doesn't mean it will stay that way). But, what that means for the ultrasound is the baby is sitting on it's parts and the foot was in the way. The ultrasound tech said, "If I had to guess I'd say it's a boy." I asked her what she saw to make her say that. She said, "That's a good question. It's hard to say because it could be the umbilical cord because the cord is down there." Basically, she didn't know anything. Max still thinks it's a girl.
She printed off probably 20 pictures and said, "I have some pictures here for you." She handed me 3 copies of this one picture. It isn't even very good. And to top it off, I tried to watch the DVD of the ultrasound when we got home and it doesn't work. What a day.
But, the baby seems to have all it's parts and to me everything looked good. She didn't tell us anything so I guess silence is good.

All our boys

When the Loibners were in town we truly had a house full of BOYS! They all loved it. Whitney and I were outnumbered but we are used to it by now. Look at all those beautiful boys.

MIA

Did we loan anyone a sleeping bag? One of ours is missing and I have no clue where it could be! All I could think was that we loaned it to someone. Of course, I have no recollection of who that could be...

who needs keys....

This morning I was going in and out of the house getting ready for work. I had to move the minivan because it was behind the buick (which is the car Nate and I use for work... the rule is you can't drive the minivan unless there are kids with you). Grant went outside with me and was playing in the buick. I threw all of my stuff in the front seat and grabbed him (who was of course kicking and screaming and throwing a typical Grant fit). I went back in the house to hand him off to Nate and grabbed my purse. I was excited to be leaving on time for work. I was even 5 minutes early! I went to open the passenger side door to throw my purse in... locked. Sinking feeling instantly settled in. We don't lock our cars... especially not the buick. I looked over and sure enough, the driver side door was locked too. Now, when I mentioned earlier that I had thrown all of my "stuff" in the front seat that included the only set of keys we have for that car. It also included all of my work stuff and my cell phone. Apparently, Grant had been hitting buttons and had locked the doors. My love for him was overflowing at that moment. I started making phone calls to work to buy some time and try to get my client to come a little later so I could figure things out. Of course, no one had my client's mom's cell phone number. My boss called my cell phone and left a message with her home number on it (my phone was still, of course, locked in the car). I took the van, went to work, was only 10 minutes late and even made it there before my client. Small miracle. Nate in the meantime started calling locksmiths. The first guy came, in an unmarked truck, with greased back hair flopping in the wind (Nate's words). He stayed for an hour trying to get the car unlocked... no success. Have you ever heard of a locksmith not able to get a car unlocked? He gave Nate a number to another guy saying he couldn't get it. Nate called that number. The guy from pop-a-lock came and tried to get it unlocked for about half and hour. He said buicks are really hard to get into because they have double safety bars which don't allow for the proper angle to get to the lock. Then he saw my keys on the front seat. He said, "Oh... if I'd seen those keys I could have just made a key and been out of here in 2 minutes." That is shady to me... what did seeing my keys do? I looked, they don't have a number on them. How could he make a key that worked based on my keys laying on the front seat? But, he went to his truck, made a key and unlocked the door. So, we recommend pop-a-lock much more than the old man in the unmarked pick-up with the greasy hair. Probably don't let Grant play in your car... he continues to hold rank as the most expensive child we have.