Tina's Coma and Trabs.

This week has been trying to get me down, but so far I'm still pretty happy. Tristan and I spent a lot of time at the beach searching for trabs (crabs). He loves turning over the rocks to see what he will find. We went with Brandon Tuesday and they found tons of crabs because the tide was going out. Of course, we only find the itty bitty crabs and hermit crabs (so cute) and not the huge crabs you cook on the grill. I was helping brandon pick up a rock to find some crabs and Tristan somehow found a pretty good sized crab about the size of his hand. That kid has no fear. He didn't get pinched or anything, but he scared the heck out of me. Brandon and Tristan were upset when I said that we had to put the crabs back because we had to head home. Tristan was bawling that he didn't want to put his crabs back until I suggested we make the crabs a nice house out of rocks. They got all excited and we made a little mound of rocks with a little cave and put the crabs in there. I was so proud of the way I handled the situation and thought I pulled one over on them. I didn't realize that Tristan had pulled one over on me. We got home and all of a sudden there was a crab running across the floor. Tristan is yelling TRABS, TRABS!!! and laughing like crazy. I thought it must have stuck to someone's pants, but we figured out that Tristan put some crabs in his pants pocket. Crazy kid. Now I have to check his pockets for crabs, worms, bugs and grubs. He's almost cartoonish at times.

Wednesday, we headed to Burlington to get the car fixed. I stopped at Crispy Creme because I'm craving pastry like crazy lately. Mmmm. Apple fritters and coffee are glorious together. I drank my allotted coffee consumption for the day in a park with Tristan. We got there kind of early and the men were on lunch, so I drove around a bit. I discovered a neighborhood development on a bluff with the worst name ever. It was called Tina's Coma. I was sure it had to be a typo, but it wasn't. Why the hell would you name an expensive housing development after a vegetative state due to head trauma. Odd. I'm sure it means something wonderful like Tina's Little Piece of Heaven, or Tina's Nirvana, but this is 'merca. In 'merca a coma is caused by a blow to the head.

Anyway, the fix-it guys finally came back from lunch, and Tristan and I sat in the waiting area reading Hot Rod magazines. Tristan had all of them out yelling, "Bum, look at this car." Oh bum, awesome." I tried to read People's best and worst dressed because I'm not really into Hot Rods, and Tristan got really annoyed with me and forced me to read Hot Rod. hah. We waited until they came back to tell us that they didn't have the part on hand and would have to order it, so we have to go back sometime next week.

I decided to spend the rest of the day at the mall in Bellingham. I got a magazine at Target and some Easter stuff. Tristan played in the Playland while I sat with my cart like a bag lady reading my magazine. It was fun. I felt social for once even though I didn't talk to any of the other parents. Just being out was nice.

I have been a bit more social this week. Buffy and I got together a few times to let the boys play. She watched Tristan while I went grocery shopping, and I watched Brandon while she worked late. It was nice. Tristan saw Brandon's bunny and then saw Buffy's neighbor land his helicopter in the backyard. Crazy. We call him Magnum P.I. We also got to see the other neighbors pet raccoons. He's the flooring guy that's going to do our tile work, and turns out he raised these raccoons since they were babies. He has a zoo quality pen for them, and is crazy about his raccoons. His wife let us come in to see the male raccoon, since the females were a little crabby because of Raccoon PMS. They let this raccoon sleep right on their bed like a dog. It was pretty cool. The point is such a quirky place sometimes.

So, even though our septic system is kaput and we might have to spend $5,000 on a new system, if this tempory fix we're trying doesn't work. The septic guy says that we might not need a new system if we put sand around the drain field that is over-saturated, and fix our toilet, and cut back on water usuage. We'll try installing a toilet this weekend and hopefully that will work. I really don't want to pay $5000 on a new septic system. ugh. I'm pretty okay about it though, considering the stress. The insurance company isn't going to cancel us anymore because we made such a stink. The hospital let us work it out with a decent payment plan and the insurance might work with us on paying our bill ahead of time, so it's looking good about giving birth in Vancouver. So, maybe this will work out too. Let's hope.