Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Joy like a child

While walking in Wal-mart today with Brody, he sprinted away from me and made a bee line for the tractor (or track-tea as he calls them) isle. He jumped up and down and in the most joyful and excited voice yells, "HOW-WE COW, IT'S A JOHN DEERE TRAC-TEA!!"

Don't you think the world would be such a better place if EVERYONE acted this way and we as Christians were as excited about our faith and Brody is about John Deere?!

I do.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


I thought it about time for an update on these two cute yahoos. First we'll start with the taller one. I apologize, for this may bore some of you, and it may turn into a short novel.

Baylor has been moved to the 4 year old preschool that meets on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and he's loving it. We talked at the beginning of the year with his teachers and if he was getting bored or not thriving, then we could move him. So we did. These kids are his age and a little older and he's going to be in AK with a few of them next year. I think it was a very smart move on every one's part and he is not as reluctant to go to school in the mornings. I really think he's been slightly bored (as bored as a kid with cool toys can be) and that is why he has been freaking out when we drop him off. It's three days a week, so he has to miss BSF, which is a bummer because they have an amazing children's program, but he will get to do it again next year. I just filled out the AK (pre-kindergarten) forms this week! Eeek!
He is really into Star Wars right now and has watched three of the five DVDs with Daddy. He has also been introduced to a Star Wars game on the computer. Mom is not very happy at all. Mom hates video games of all kinds and unbeknown to the mother, the father showed him how to play it and now he is completely enamored. He has to earn computer time and to do that, he has to write four words and read four words.....and of course, not beat up his little brother. Today he wrote Mom, Dad, Baylor and Brody. I am so thrilled with his progress with reading and writing, it's so exciting to see him get excited about it and sound words out on the street or on a sign. We play a lot of reading and phonics games in the car which has if I can only get the car radio fixed (oh, how I miss my music!) and we could listen to something!
He has made friends with the neighbor boy who is 3 and insists on coming over every time we exit the house. He's a sweet boy, but we have to be sneaky about our exit strategy. They play great together and it's nice to have another boy Baylor's age that likes to play pirates and Star Wars that lives close. A few other things that Baylor has started doing are 1. Putting all of this clothing on by himself (it may have taken 35 minutes, but it was all by himself!) 2. He can get on the computer, open the website and pick which game he wants to play. This will change as he gets older and we change the parental controls, but it's nice not to have to help him do it all the time. 3. He is still out very polite boy, saying please and no thank you and trying to teach his brother to be polite too. I can't believe how fast he is growing up and becoming quite the little gentleman. He LOVES every second he spends with his daddy and I am apparently not cool anymore. Wasn't that supposed to start when they are in high school?

Brody is INTO EVERYTHING. When I say everything, I mean everything. The child never stops (just like his mama) but he just simply destroys, opens, shuts, tears, colors, breaks and tries to fix just about everything he can get his hands on! He eats non stop and I hope it's because he's growing upward and not outward. He really has taken no interest in the alphabet or numbers but the other day out of the blue he sang the whole alphabet song and counted to 20. (missing sixteen and eighteen) Unlike his older brother who insists that everything be done for him, he insists on doing everything for himself. He wants to put his shoes on, take them off, pour his own milk, cut his own food and open packages. It's actually quite refreshing to have a child that wants to do things for himself. He is so much better behaved when he is alone and we have one on one time. This is what I love about having a smaller family, truly being able to spend quality one on one time with each child. He is so good at playing by himself and his obsession still revolves around tractors. He has taken a liking to my paint roller, calling it his combine and even taking it to bed with him. I guess his little imagination has really taken off. He is also speaking so much more and just cracks us up with his animated behavior. He loves to talk to people on the phone and it really doesn't matter who it is....could be a grandma or it could be a receptionist, doesn't matter...he screams until he gets to say, "hello!" He looks exactly like his daddy, very good looking with gorgeous hair. He charms the ladies wherever he goes and I have a feeling it may be that way for a very long time. My baby is growing up too and it warms my heart to watch him interact with his dad and his brother. I am very blessed to have two very healthy and happy little boys and one healthy big boy!

Monday, March 29, 2010


Brody may have taken sharing to a whole new level.


Yes, that's a Pull-Up on his head....don't ask.

The Return of the Ghetto Booty

I feel like I should be blogging today about something very significant and honest. Something deep and profound that would leave you scratching you head and contemplating life as we know it. Something with intelligent quotes and maybe a bible verse or two.

Instead, I am going to talk to you about my butt.

That's right, my butt.

I'll give you a little background information on this hunk of junk that follows me around where ever I go. You see, when you lift weights or use those muscles regularly (like sprinting, hurdling or riding a bike) they become larger. I was a sprinter and hurdler in college one of my nicknames was musclebutt. That name says it all. I could open doors, crack nuts and even pour coffee with my well endowed rear end muscle....and trust me, it was all muscle. After college athletics were over and after pushing two pot roasts through a straw (that would be child birth ) the butt slowly disappeared. Much to my delight, my pants started fitting again and I didn't have the dreaded, plumbers crack when I bent over to pick up anything. You all know what I'm talking about! I was thrilled.

Since training for this triathlon, I have been riding my bike quite frequently and when you ride your bike you use your hamstrings and your gluteous maximus very frequently. The ghetto booty is making an appearance again. I am less than thrilled. With the gaining of muscles comes the frustration of trying to fit into jeans again. I guess I should be glad I'm gaining muscles instead of the jiggly stuff right?

Now that you know far too much about my back side, I will bid you adieu. Sorry if I freaked you out. It's life....or should I say larger than life!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Private Parts

Dear Self,

DO NOT tell your two year old that he is a, "little peanut" while shopping in a very public place. He may get confused and yell, "I'm not a PENIS, I'm a boy!" really really loudly.

Embarrassed mother

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Happy hour

The short one may drive me to this today.....
I found him carrying a picture of his brother this morning and talking to it. It was priceless.
You know how yesterday I was informing ya'll on how I had to make all these home safety improvements because Brody was so sneaky at escaping OUT of the house? Yes, lots of locks and fancy cabinet thing-a-ma-jiggys to keep him out of things. Well, I was taking out the trash yesterday and in the back yard, when I hear this giggle and then a SLAM! I was locked out of the house.......from the I ran around to the front as fast as I could, only to find a giggling two year old and another locked door. I just stood on the front step the rain no less. Luckily his older brother figured out how to unlock the door and let poor mom in.

Not amused.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Fort Knox

This is one of the many measures that I had to rig our house with yesterday after realizing how smart Brody really is. He has managed to climb over the chain link fence, open the front gate, open the front door (letting the dogs out....twice) and letting himself outside to play on the front sidewalk. I had to install this little diddy at the very top of the door, hopefully he won't figure it out because if he does, he'll just push a chair over and un-latch it. He knows no boundaries!
Yes.....I know no boundaries! I can bust out of any form of containment that my parents have secured the perimeter with. I punish baby gates, I undo locks, I climb over fences and squeeze through holes that one may think is humanly impossible.
This type of security might be in our future.......

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Praying for your children

I'm totally stealing this from my BSF lesson, but it was too good not to share. Here are some awesome verses, along with things to pray for your children. I often find myself praying a generic prayer over them and this gives reasons and scripture to back it up with. I try to do one a day, instead of all of them at once.

1. Knowing Jesus as Savior early in life (Psalm 63:1, 71:17, Timothy 3:15)

2. Have a hatred for sin and fearful respect for his own vulnerability to temptation (Psalm 97:10, Matthew 26:41)

3. Be caught and called to account when guilty (Psalm 38:5-6, 17-18, 119:71)

4. Be protected from the evil one in each area of his life: spiritual, emotional and physical (Luke 22:31, John 17:15)

5. Have and attitude of Christian morality and responsibility in all his interpersonal relationships (Romans 14:21, 1 Cor. 13:4-5, 1 Tim. 4:12)

6. Respect those in authority over him (Romans 13:1)

7. Desire the right kind of friends, be protected from wrong associations, and be hedged in by God so that he does not find his way to the wrong people or wrong places and that the wrong people do not find their way to him (Psalm 91:9-11, Proverbs 1:10-11, 15, Hosea 2:6)

8. Rely on God's direction regarding marriage, being kept from the wrong choice and being saved for the right marriage partner (Psalm 37:4-5, 2 Cor. 6:14-17)

9. Choose to remain pure until the time of marriage and that the one he is to marry will also remain pure (1 cor. 6:18-20)

10. Learn to submit totally to God and resist Satan actively in all circumstances (Psalms 119:1, 143: 10, James 4:7)

11. Be single-hearted in loving and applying God's Word, using its wisdom rather than the world's standards to make decisions in his life (Psalms 19:7, 84:10, 119:10, Romans 12:1-2)

12. Allow God to mature within him the character of Christ that will be lived out in a lifetime of service and submission to Him (Psalm 90:12, 17, Luke 2:52, Romans 8:29)

Monday, March 22, 2010

Early to rise

" Entering the day without a serious meeting with God, over His Word and in prayer, is like entering the battle without tending to your weapons. The human heart does not replenish itself with sleep. The body does, but not the heart....We replenish our hearts not with sleep, but with the Word of God and prayer." John Piper

Last night I went to a ladies fellowship at my church. I have to be honest, these types of gatherings usually aren't up my alley and I tried to use every excuse in the book not to go. God had other plans. I had three friends call out of the blue asking if they could pick me up and was lovingly forced to go by my husband. In my head I had pictured women sitting in a circle knitting and chatting while sipping tea.....and there was hugging....I am not a hugger. There was no way I wanted to go, or even had the desire to go. Once again, God had other plans.
There was tea sipping but no knitting. There might have been some random hugging, but I successfully avoided it. I was also deeply encouraged and blessed to be surrounded by women of all levels of faith and at different seasons in their life. The one thing that really stuck out to me, something in which I struggle with but have every desire to do so, is getting up before my family and spending time with God. After I read the, "Rise Early," my thoughts immediately went to, "Do you know how early my kids get up?! When am I going to work out? I love sleep." God makes time for me...he created me, why shouldn't I give him just a smidgen of mine? I try to set time aside during the day, but find my self being distracted or sucked into something else and not giving him my full attention. Since I also have ADD, silence and sitting still does not come easily for me.
So I set my alarm to 6 a.m, set the boys clothes out for the next day, set the coffee maker to 6:10, set my clothes out and laid my bible on the table where I couldn't just walk by. After 15 minutes of wondering what I was doing up so early, I stumbled downstairs and watched the coffee brew. It's amazing what you can accomplish before the children (and the husband) wake up. I managed to pray for my children (more on this later) family and spent time in the word, read over my bible study notes, took at a shower, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, put in a load of laundry, took out a load of laundry, picked up some stray toys, fed the dogs, let the dogs out, cleaned the kitchen, made the boys pancakes and checked my email....all before 7:30. It was awesome.
I am always blessed in some way or another when I wake up early to spend time with God. I have more patience with my husband and children, my attitude seems lighter and everything revolves around what I read that morning. The verses become so relevant even if I just randomly chose them. I had been using sleep as crutch and the fact that my children wake up early as an excuse. No more excuses. This is something I hope to continue and benefit from in the future. I can't encourage and suggest it more, as a perfect way to start your day.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Kidnapped...kind of

Today I was kidnapped by two hot women, thrown into a car and taken out to lunch.

I was related to both of them.

It wasn't really kidnapping per say, more like, I don't know....whatever.

Mama K (my mama) and M.E (my grandma) successfully pulled off a surprise lunch date, afternoon of shopping (okay, more like window shopping for me) and coffee. It was amazing. My wonderful husband, who was actually home on a Saturday (miracle!) watched the boys while I was whisked away to adult conversation, lots of laughs and good food. What a man. He also made dinner while I rode my bike (brrrr) this afternoon. I REALLY needed it....all of it.

I am so blessed to have such an amazing mother, grandmother and mother-in-law (I know I didn't get to hang out with you today, but you still rock) I am also very blessed to live close to 3/4 of them. I don't know what I'd do without them.

Friday, March 19, 2010


That's exactly how I feel too Brody.

Thursday, March 18, 2010


My sweet Baylor made this for me. It's a portrait of me. I love my looks like that on most days. I also love the fact that the E has four lines....pretty cool, he may be on to something. He's going to be my little artist!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Boys with toys

See that little speck.......yea, that one....the one over by the creek.....
...apparently he had to pee.

So yesterday we headed up to one of my brass band buddy's house to play with his two boys and his bulldozer. He let both boys drive the dozer and they were so thrilled. He also had a huge dump truck full of gravel delivered so they got to watch that unload as well.

He also had this, uh red jeep for the boys to drive around in. Baylor had a little trouble with the whole steering thing, but finally figured it out and drove Brody all over the place. They were in heaven.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Before and After: Stairs

Oops, there is the after picture....kind of before the before? Got it?
There we go...there is the BEFORE photo of the nasty stairs. New paint and new wall color makes a HUGE difference.

Looking for more colored glass like this.....if you have some and want someone to take it off your hands :)

This is what I did all Sunday. I started at 9am and ended around 7. The walls and stairs are painted (the wall color only cost me $8 for two gallons at Sherwin Williams, the only catch was I had to like the color because there was no turning back, it was a miss mixed paint. It didn't matter to me because the price was amazing. The paint usually would have cost $50 a gallon!) I love it. Makes me feel so much better now that that project is finished. On to more glorious projects for spring! I see red paint in my future somewhere. I would probably paint each room of the house again if Lonnie would let me, but I will restrain myself!

Loving this weather! 60 degrees today! Getting the yard back to playable shape....picking up doggie bombs (100 days with snow cover, two dogs pooping twice a day=LOTS OF POOP)

Oh yes, speaking of poo. The oldest yahoo decided that it would be cool if he swallowed this green plastic hook that was on the end of his pirate ship. So far, so good. I did a quick check of the poo (sorry, gross I know!) and didn't see it but there was no way I was going to be Sherlock Holmes and dig around to find it. Hoping it passes......I'm sure this won't be the last time we wait for something to pass in the poo.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

The entertainer

I can't even tell you how much his smile is exactly like his father's, it's uncanny.

Poor Baylor, he is trying to sleep and his little brother is dancing on the bed with a Pull-Up on his head. Why do the words, "Class Clown" come to mind when I think of Brody's future. He never ceases to not entertain me.

My brave mom and dad took the little entertainer on Friday night while I took Baylor to spend some quality one on one time. We went ice skating at the mall and had a blast. Baylor had been asking for months to go and we finally got to try it. He was a little shaky at first but finally got the hang of it. My back is sore form bending over but he made me laugh the entire time, always with a smile on his face. He was more thrilled to have a, "sleepover" in my bed than anything. I however didn't sleep at all, forgetting that little boys move around so much in their sleep. I had a foot in my face more times than I can count and he wanted to hold my hand until he fell asleep (so sweet!) I love the times we get to spend together, especially when he kept telling me how much he loved me. I can't wait until Brody is old enough to take in public :)

I'm off to watch my favorite movie, Little Women, on t.v while I wait for reinforcements (in the form of the daddy) to come home.

Don't forget to set your clocks ahead!

Friday, March 12, 2010


There are lots of things that you know about me, for instance the quite obvious (I freakin love coloring, see hilarious photo above. Whether it be on canvas, windows or the occasional wall) I love good chocolate, wine and coffee. I hate puke, doggie bomb filled back yards and arrogance. I also know some of you lovely people out there are my friends, relatives (hey mom!) brass band buddies, friend through a friend and/or stalkers. (Side note: I am totally thrilled that you read this blog by the way, even if I don't know who you are. Just as long as you don't wear a scary trench coat and thick glasses and hang out in front of my house, that might creep me out) Where was I? Oh yes....things you know about me......talking about myself....things you don't know about me.......blah blah blah

I know, I'm sorry for talking about myself and things not related to my two marvelous children, but I just can't help it. I have aspiring dreams of being a writer. You can stop laughing now. Really, it's Friday and I have two sleeping children. That's right, you heard correctly. I finally got both yahoos to sleep (they were so tired!) and I have finished all other cleaning and laundry so I am sucked into the computer. I don't really have anything monumental to speak of so I think I'm going to talk about myself.....confessions of a housewife. Feel free to exit at any time.

Confession #1
I didn't used to be so funny. I know what you're, she's arrogant (see #3 on most irritating things to me) she's not even that funny. Well, I think that sometimes.....once in a blue moon.....I have made you laugh out loud and/or snort some sort of fluid out of your nose. I think that constitutes as being funny doesn't it? Unfortunately a lot of my humor lies within sarcasm and that is commandment #11, Thall Shall not be Sarcastic...or else. I think having children also makes you see the humor in everyday poo flinging, now that's funny.

Confession #2
I struggle with depression and insomnia. There...the cat is out of the bag. I used to have no sympathy for such a problem but after experiencing it after Baylor was born, I have no room to talk. It's a touchy subject in our family as it is in many other families but I really feel that it's important to talk about. There are many arguments that say Christians shouldn't be depressed, they should have the joy of the Lord....and I want to box them in the ears. Valid point, very much so, but it's also chemical and drugs are sometimes the only option. I do however refuse to use it as an excuse. The insomnia....well, I can't fall asleep without the aid of drugs and I wish I could change that but I can't. I love sleep. End of story.

Confession #3
I love my husband dearly but get a little bitter and jealous when he goes to work or on a trip (like he is now) I am selfish sometimes and love time to myself. Time to do my artwork, read or just shop without chasing yahoos out of the display cases. I hate that I feel this way because it is not cool. Not at all. I also get a tad envious when I hear of people taking trips and going on couples weekends. I know it's not in our plans financially and because of Lonnie's weird schedule right now but I can't help thinking how much fun trips would be! I'll get over it. It also has nothing to do with Lonnie's work, because I am so proud of him and how hard he works and content with where we are right now (okay, sometimes I'm not....but I'm working on it)

Confession #4
I wouldn't mind slightly larger ta ta's. It's never going to happen, but that doesn't mean I can't dream. I will work on being content with the baby ones God gave me.

Sorry. I had to lighten the air a little.

Now that you have rolled your eyes about 123 times, I will let you go in peace. I hope you still think I'm cool enough to continue reading.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Friday Photo

Guess who found the Cheetohs?

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Funky funk

Macey is in dog heaven. She found the smorgasbord residing under the boys' car seats. It's that time of year and car seat cleaning time. Where we discover all sorts of missing toys, lost socks and petrified food. There is enough sand in the back seat to use for the sand box.
This my friends, is just nasty. I'm sorry. I feel like a bad parent. I had no idea it was so nasty under there. I disassembled the entire seat and found some funky funk growing beneath. I do believe that white stuff is mold. Awesome.
This one wasn't so bad.....a few nuts, petrified raisin and a sucker stick. Wait....I'm sure that was a stick from a veggie on a stick because there is no way I'd ever feed my child a sucker. No way.
This photo has absolutely nothing to do with the other three, I just wanted to show you how cute Baylor looks after his brother smothered his face in baby powder. He was not as amused as I was.

It's 60 degrees out. I may do an impromptu dance in the living room because I am just that happy. I have the windows open. Did you hear me?


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Chuck E Cheeeeeeezeweecblech

Showing Brody how to drive like a man. Yea, I know, it scares me too.
We were privileged enough to be invited by our friends to accompany them to a fun filled evening at the ever to popular among short people, Chuck E Cheese. I was thrilled to not have to cook and the boys (all three of them) were thrilled that there were video games, balls and loud flashing lights. Nothing like a calming game of skeeball to get ready for bed. (side note: my son, on is first skeeball attempt of his life, consequently chucked the ball so high that it ended up on top of the game.....we're hoping he sticks to running and not hand sports) I have not been to this so called place where a kid can be a kid since it was Show Biz Pizza way back in the day. Unfortunately, this ages me considerably. I had my fair share of birthday parties there when I was a kid and the memories of mechanical stuffed animals came flooding back.
We shuffled the kids into the car and headed to happy land. The boys' eyes grew large as we entered the door and were stamped with this super awesome glow in the dark stamp so you wouldn't walk off with someone else's child and/or forgot which child belongs to you. I had no trouble identifying which children belonged to me because they were 1. So excited they couldn't eat their pizza and 2. Struck with fear (Brody) at the over sized gray rodent in a baseball cap trying to get little kids to dance. I was a little frightened myself. Brody had a death grip on my neck every time Chuck decided to make an appearance.
We did have a blast though. Despite the fact that I felt the need to bathe in germ-x upon my arrival at home. We had fun with the couple that invited us and their two boys (they also had coupons, so we loved them even more) The kids have requested a speedy return to this happy place, only Brody calls it, "The Cheeseburger place." I think for sanity sake, we will not be making any speedy trips back there unless those cool people with coupons call us up again.

Leteth me be cleareth

I just wanted to clear things up with you (my lovely and loyal readers) about yesterday's post. I wanted it to be known that it was indeed a blanket statement. I tend to be a little harsh, not meaning to be, but the words in my head translated into paper don't always come out the way I intend. I hope I did not offend anyone however I hope it made you think.

...and I digress.

More posting to follow....I know you can hardly contain yourself.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Family rules

We are a family unlike any other family. We share many morals, beliefs and one God with a lot of other families, but the logistics of our family is different. We rely on the bible as our instruction manual, but still seek out other sources for our parenting shortfalls. Sometimes we wear our pajamas until noon and we let our kids eat sweets for breakfast. We snuggle and have movie nights, popcorn parties and dance offs in the living room. We pray with our children, read books about mummies and monsters and lose our patience about three times a day.
Our children are unlike any other children. They love reading and playing video games, they like to be naked and they love turning just about any object into a weapon. One of them doesn't know his alphabet yet and the other can read. They will probably choose Cheetos over broccoli and watching a video over reading, and while yours may not....I really do not need to hear about it. I also don't need to know that my child was flicking boogers at least he wasn't eating them, tell your kid to duck next time.
This week I have realized that no matter how much you try, there will always be families that believe parenting is a competition. They will try to one up you in everything because their family is most certainly better than yours, and they will make it a point to tell you. They don't always do it in a mean way, it's just their nature to always interject that their child is superior. I'm sure we have been guilty as well, of subconsciously trying to compare our children or parenting styles to another. I love bragging about my kids, who doesn't?! There is however a fine line between sharing how your child can write their name to sharing how your child can recite the presidents in alphabetical order while standing on her head. We know you're excited about how amazingly awesome you kid is and how you are the worlds best parent, but I'm asking you to please keep it to yourselves.
Being around these families makes me grateful for the one I have. It makes me thankful that God has made our family unique in it's own special way. It makes me love the little mistakes we make and learn from and love the wonderful achievements as parents we make. It makes me realize that EVERY FAMILY and PARENTING STYLE IS DIFFERENT. IT IS NOT A COMPETITION.
Are we clear?

My family is far from perfect, we sometimes eat refined sugar, burp at the dinner table and let our kids play with sticks. We have our own set of family rules and I'm sure they are different than any other family out there and that's the way we like it. Let's enjoy each other's differences, parenting styles and children and not make it painful.


Monday, March 8, 2010

Mister Destructo

Hi, it's me Brody. I have taken over blog writing for the day because my mother dearest is cleaning up after me. She is convinced that I am one of the most destructive children alive. I would have to agree. I destroy all that is in my path. I throw, I break, I color, I smash, I squish and I obliterate. Toys fear me, walls fear me and sometimes my mother fears me. I am like a heat seeking missile that seeks and destroys. I know it may be hard to take me seriously because I am wearing a pair of red speedos on my head, but that is not the case.
There is that better? Can you tell by this destructive face that I am in trouble most of the day. I climb into sinks and turn on the water...just because. I dump entire bottles of shampoo in the bath tub like it's my job. I also think that small plastic cups, pocket change and entire rolls of toilet paper belong in a toilet. Who doesn't?
Some of my favorite destructive behavior involves getting into moms beauty supplies. I couldn't resist this foamy hair mousse and boy did I smell marvelous all day long. Pay no attention to the Wisconsin shirt I am wearing, it was a hand me down. Go Hawks.
My mother was perplexed at my destructive behavior and asked her mother if she was like this as a child. Indeed she was. She used to tear through cabinets, unroll toilet paper and empty drawers. I'm proud to take after her.
Here is just a small sampling of some of the work I can do. This all happened in the time span of three seconds. I may be related to the Tazmanian devil. Things go into my mouth that shouldn't and if you ever come over to our house, you may not leave without finding a treasure in your shoe or your shoe just disappearing altogether.

I'm convinced that my mother would be so much more stressed out if I wasn't so dang cute. I just look at her and smile with my dimples and hazel eyes and she is putty in my hands.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Friday Photo (er, uh video) How old are you?

So the short one needs to work on the whole finger holding thing. He seems a tad on the confused side when it comes to his age...but good news, he knows his name!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Boys room

So during Baylor's, "nap" time I decided to get fancy with the tree. I will be adding bugs, animals and a few birds later. The boys love it. I am hoping it doesn't cause scary dreams when they wake up at night and roll over to a gigantic tree. We shall see.
Here is the naked tree and surprisingly enough, NOT a naked kid beside it. Today has been a good day, the clothes are still on.

Speaking of good days....we have had a week of no crying at preschool! I know it's because I had a ton of people praying for it and God answers prayers! It's like he's a new person.

The short one however decided to flush a few plastic dixie cups down the bathroom toilet and it is now clogged. It went kind of like this....

Me: Brody, what did you put in the toilet?
Brody: Umm, some cups.
Me: Really? Did you flush the toilet?
Brody: YES!
Me: Do you see the water? (yes) It's not going down. You clogged the toilet buddy. Where do we put cups?

Brody: IN THE TOILET!!!!


Tuesday, March 2, 2010


Apparently at our house when you are thirsty, you have to climb INTO the sink to get a drink.
This. This is my source of pure frustration and anger these days. DOG HAIR EVERYWHERE.

Dog hair here.
Dog hair there.
Dog hair in my underwear.

Dog hair in the ear.
Dog hair in the rear.

Dog hair on the couch.
Dog hair on the floor.
Dog hair out the door!

I hate dog hair.

The end.

Okay, so I must publicly apologize to the, "Prince" of the house for making it seem like he had no control what so ever of what goes into his mouth. He does. He's got will power for sure. It's just hard to resist my baking. So I'm sorry. I will give myself a time a quiet room.