I took another accidental blog break - we had a lot going on in the past week. Not only did we get to spend some time with Josh's brother and his family, my brother and his wife and son made their first trip here since they had sweet Lawson.
The week culminated in my wonderful Granni Doni passing away on Saturday. While we will miss her (already do miss her) more than we could know, I am so so thankful to know that she is in heaven and we will see her again. She is now somewhere with no tears, no pain - and just imagine the reunions she got to experience! I plan to write more about this, but just wanted to let any of you who knew and loved Donna know.
"Spring? What's that? Are you sure we're supposed to be outside? Where's the snow?" (They didn't really say these things - but this picture cracked me up after the long winter we had - they all looked so bewildered!)
Last week, we were happy to have a very quick visit with my cousin and her family who currently reside in Canada. They also have four kiddos, and their youngest is just a few weeks younger than Oscar. Their older girls were just the right age for Mae to idolize just a bit, and they all got some good dolly playing in. They also have a sweet son who was happy to rough house with all of the little boys.
The last time we saw them was at our wedding, nearly six years ago. Here's hoping it won't be that long this time!
When we bought this house, everything was nicely updated - and it wasn't until we were sitting in it for inspections after the offer was already accepted that I noticed it. Right there in the kitchen - one - no wait, TWO of the most used appliances... The wall oven/microwave combo...
Manufactured in 1987. Aka, when I was a toddler.
The handle was hot glued on,
And it had some pretty sweet knobs - which let you set an approximate-ish temperature.
We knew it wouldn't last forever, and it gave us a good year. First the microwave light died. Then the oven light died. Who cares? Just lights. Then, the top oven element went out. That requires a little more caring, as everything I put in the oven came out crispy and/or black and smoking on the bottom and soggy/raw on top. Not ideal.
Here's the thing - these little narrow jobbies they did 30 years ago aren't as common now (I have no idea why that is, mind you - I just love when none of my pans fit in my oven...) and our options for replacing were very very limited and also really dang expensive. There were two models that were in the running, but one was ugly as could be and had bad reviews, and the other just had bad reviews. We did what every sane married couple does - argued about it and then ignored the problem - for a few weeks. And then, after one little garlic bread incident in the old oven, it was time. I was ready.
Poor Josh didn't see it coming. He came up innocently for lunch one day and I informed him that we would be calling every outlet and scratch and dent place in the metro and picking up the first microwave/oven combo that would fit in the cabinet - bad reviews or not - that afternoon and installing it ourselves. You might say I was a little irrational. Insane. Over zealous.
But, my man, he is good. He knows me well. And while I could tell he wasn't looking forward to making calls and eventually talking some sense into me - he got out his phone and dialed. The first place he called, we hit the jackpot. The salesman couldn't believe it himself - but they did just happen to have a narrow, black, microwave/oven combo on their clearance floor. The bad news? It was a nicer one and way out of our budget. The good news? It was something insane like 75% off because they wanted it gone. Someone ordered it and canceled after it had shipped, and it had been sitting because according to our salesman - "no one wants these black models anymore, everyone wants stainless!" and "that thing is so narrow! They make 'em wider now".