Today Jacob is 12 years old. Yesterday afternoon we had a party for him at laser tag. He just wanted a few close friends there, so that is what we did. Robert and his wife are expecting their first child together. We were sitting around talking about Jacob as a baby, especially his love of breastfeeding and his habits in the womb. I remember when I was pregnant with Jacob, his favorite way of letting me know he was around was to stick his butt up into my upper left side right underneath my lung and just start rubbing. Yes, he would rub his butt up under my lung, just back and forth, rub rub rub. Gretchen said that this baby will kick remotes off her stomach.
Brannon and I disagree about the stupidest things. One of the long running disagreements we've had since we've been here at the new house is where to put the kitchen trash can. At the old house I had a smaller trash can under the sink. He does not like smaller trash cans because they have to be emptied much more frequently. He has a large trash can that sits in the corner. I don't like large trash cans for many reasons. First, because they are larger, you don't have to take them out as often. Most people think this is a good thing, but I think it's terrible because that just means whatever stinky thing is in there has that much longer to sit in my kitchen and smell. Take the trash you out say, when the trash in only 1/8 full? Then you have to replace the trash bag, WHICH I ACTUALLY PAY FOR. The beauty of using the smaller trash can is that I use Walmart bags, which are FREE!! In my opinion, it is bad enough to have to buy toilet paper, but to have to buy trash bags, pay money for things you just throw away, I would rather go back to using the Target bags. The second reason I hate the trash can we use now is that it is all the way on the other side of the kitchen. Which means that when I am at the sink, I have to take that drippy nasty mess and walk all the way across the kitchen floor, leaving a dirty gross trail of greasy trash goodness all across the floor. I do believe that the argument ended when Brannon's mother came to visit and asked where the kitchen trash was. He pointed it out to her and her reaction was, WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A TRASH CAN UNDER YOUR KITCHEN SINK SO I DON'T HAVE TO WALK ACROSS THE KITCHEN CONSTANTLY. Did I mention that my trash is now under the sink?
Really, in all this debate, I could have lived with the big trash can, the bigger problem really was that in my old kitchen I had what carpenter's refer to as What-not shelves. It was like an end cap off of my cabinets that held all my cookbooks. Between Jody, Brannon and I, we have TONS of cookbooks. I have no place in my kitchen for a bookcase of any kind EXCEPT where the big trash can is now. By moving the trash to under the sink, it allows me to have a build in bookcase (thank you Mayse for letting my husband go and now has all this free time on his hands, but he does have three interviews this week, yes this is a very long run on sentence thankyouverymuch my english degree holding husband.) Currently my cookbooks are shoved in the corner of the living room next to my piano on a bakers rake that looks completely out of place next to a piano in a living room in a corner. Yeah, bakers rakes belong in kitchens or dining rooms. So when it's all done, it will look so much better. I feel like, finally, we are able to start living here.
And that's all I have to say this morning. Lots of love out to my 12 year old today. Love you Poocha Loocha.