My Overflowing Cup

My cup runneth over! Life has been going on and today has been nothing but rainbows and sunshine despite the cloudy weather outside! Why you ask?
Well the husband and I have been getting along just wonderfully for quite a while. We actually have managed to have some mommy daddy time and just enjoy each others company again, which with two little ones can be few and far between! We had a great date night last night! We tried out a cute little Irish pub down at the beach that we had never been to before. I mis-read the paper and thought a famous (Irish) singer would be there, and was surprised instead by a little older man with the same name took the stage! Whoops! Oh well. I had a terrific potato soup and Husband had beef and Guinness. Husband even claimed that mine is better (the correct answer!). I am was so proud! I have to say that the place serves the BEST Irish Soda Bread EVER!!!!
Today as I was getting ready for work, I was surprised by breakfast. Steak and eggs. Not exactly my number one choice but it was made for me with love so I ate every bite. I was ready for as nap after but very grateful!
To make my day even brighter the evil troll at work was not there today. She managed to con someone into changing shifts with her. After she left 12 messages. I personally would have turned my phone off. Especially for her. But either way I didn't have to work with her today so that was such a stress reliever!
And finally MY BABIES CAME HOME TODAY!!!!
They had been visiting my parents to give me a break and let me recover from the worst cold I have had in a while. Its been going on for over a week now and I still cannot shake it completely. I enjoyed every minute of my "vacation" but I have not been this excited to walk out the door of work than I was today! My babies were waiting for me. A full on tackle and head butt by the dude, followed by shrieks from Miss Bleu and I was in full on cuddle love!
I am going to cut this post short because I need some more baby love! I have been seriously missing out on lately. Its amazing how much I misds them when they are gone no matter how much they drive me nuts (somedays) when they are here. Despite it all I love those kids! I am a very lucky lady, thank you Jesus!

I am back!

Its been a long time since I posted and I apologize for that. We had such a nice August, very busy and very, nice. Some brief highlights:


I had my ten year reunion. That is a topic that I will cover, just not tonight.


We caught a Nickelback concert. And when I say we I mean Ronnie, myself, AND THE BABIES! Now I know that you are shaking your head," Taking babies to a night time rock concert! What were they thinking?" Well it was not as bad as it sounds. It was outdoors, and we had a great spot on the lawn WAAAAAAY in the back so as to stay out of the way of drunks. The babies LOVE Nickelback. Probably next to Lady Gaga their favorite music. They start headbanging. And before you start on that, my mother bought them the tickets. Yes. My mother bought my one and two year old babies tickets for easter. We were merely the escorts. Most people there were very cool, only a few people looked at us like we werte crazy and only one actually said that we had "daycare issues". Mind you she didn't think that I could hear her but I did. Sigh.


We also just spent alot of time relaxing in the yard, and hanging by the pool. Did I say we,? I meant the babies. Most of the time I spent waving good-bye to the sunshine as I headed off to work. Living in the Great NW our sunshine appears slightly later than sunrise, usually sometime around early afternoon.


Moving on to the present, I recently complained about the lack of excitement in my life.


Critical mistake.


Within one week of the comment that would come back to bite me in the butt we are being evicted. Long story short we have been living with Ronnie's parents and it has been an expirience. Not great not awful, although there have been moments of agony. Part of the house is suffering from dry rot, thus causing a double door needing to be replaced. When we contacted the owner of the house, he in turn blamed our dogs (?!?!?) and said that either the dogs go and we pay $400 dollars more a month, or we, and I quote " get the f*%# out". Now, I have never been a property owner, but that is bad PR. Plus when someone threatens you like that, even a mild mannered(snort), even tempered (out right laugh), sane woman can turn into a mama bear when her cubs safety (in this case home) is threatened. I did control myself, and not suggest what I thought that he could do with himself, I said, ok. "So we move." And left it at that. An hour later, after I put the babies in bed


I FREAKED OUT!


I mean, we just got here. We have no savings, and this was SO not in the plans until after new years. But I am simply trying to look at this as a positive thing. We will probably be getting our own house, we even have a couple that we are looking at. Plus odds are likely that we will be moving closer to our works, so less gas.
I do need to give MAJOR props to my mother in law, and brother in law who stood up to the MAJOR BUTTHEAD (strong language I know)that we rent from and saying we will not throw our family out on the street. In the end I suspect that they will not only have lost this great house, but they will also be losing a friend (the wife of BUTTHEAD). Big round of aplause. Thank you so much! I am sorry that you have to do this, and I will not forget.


So here we are. Moving. Somewhere. In thirty days. I am going out on a limb and putting my faith in Jesus. I know that he is putting us a path that he wants us to be on. And I am trusting you.


This chapter is ending (in more than one way) and I am ready to start the next.


Where ever it might be.

Chances are.......

Chances are:

The fan will be blowing in my room.....

There are goldfish crackers in my couch.....

I am barefoot....indoors or out.....

There is some kind of baked goody in the kitchen (currently its banana bread AND chocolate cake!)......

My cell phone battery is low (again).....

The garbage is full (also again).....

Ther dogs want to go out.....

Stellan will be in my thoughts tonight.......

The Good, The Great and the Stain

This last week has been filled with substancial highs and dropping lows. I have felt the rug being swept out from underneath me. Perhaps in my case it was more like tripping and sailing completely over the rug. But I have regained my footing and am looking for the damn thing that tripped me. This post has two bouts of good news and one smattering of bad. But I am afraid that the bad is such a bitter, dark bad that it stains my good.
I believe in starting with bad news so as to get it out of the way. My husband has been in and out of the emergancy room several times over the last month. He has had a constant pain in his side that no one can diagnose. We were afraid that it was a hernia, or appendicitious but the tests have all come back negitive. The next diagnosis is cancer. The doctors think it might be cancer. That is such a big word to wrap ones head around. So many ideas flash through my head. I will save the gory details of those visions for another post, because I am not allowing myself to go there. I cannot go there until I know that I have to. From here on out it shall be refered to as the stain. We hate stains, we fight them, and we get them out. My husband will be going in for test this week to determine what, where, and how we will proceed. I will keep you posted.

Well, have you caught your footing yet? Good, moving on to good news!

The great (!) news is that my sister had her baby yesterday. This is the baby that she was told would never be. To make a long story short my sister had major surgery when she was 18, leaving behind severely damaged female organs and a vast amount of scar tissue. She was told that becoming pregnant would be difficult if not impossible. Despite those odds baby Landon Michael was born yesterday by C-section. The miricle boy weighed in at 7 lbs. 4 oz, and while not as furry as Miss Bleu and Doo-Doo he has a healthy head of dark hair. And Blue eyes (where they came from who knows as mommy and daddy are dark eyed). I am OVERJOYED at my new nephew. This is the first baby that I will be able to snuggle and cuddle and give back to mom. I cannot wait for him to be old enough to play with my babies!
The second burst of good news is that the husband and I are doing MUCH better. We talk, we cuddle, we hold hands. Its as if the stain has brought us closer than ever. I believe that this has given us a new chance at our marriage and I will fight for us as long as it takes.
This has been a lot to take in this week, I know I was there. We are doing the best we can, figuring out how all of this will play out. The babies are visiting with their grandparents and new nephew, and I look forward to joining them in a couple of days when I am off work. Thank God for my parents taking them despite the new baby developments. The husband and I needed a few days to relax and breathe. Well I need to get back to playing with my blog. I hope evryone enjoys the changes. I am still ironing out a few kinks but I am happy with the way that we are heading!

Clearing things up

I should really make something clear: Believe it or not I absolutely, 100%, no-doubt-about-it love my husband. I have done alot of thinking and the last post that I did may make it seem more like I was walking out the door but it was a good venting session. I have no one to talk to most of the time so I turn to the key board.
He may be rude, blunt, and sometimes nasty. Some days he might bring me to tears. But after all the yelling is done I do love him. I cannot help it. We are together in marriage and committed to building this family and our lives and thats that.

my darkness

So not too much to update on. I have been working too much to really have much of a life. I have decided that I would end that train-ride-to-hell, though. I put in my weeks notice tonight. I just cannot do this anymore. I feel like I have been lied to, and I actually WALKED in on my "trainer" (I use that term VERY lightly) talking bad about me and my husband- who she saw for all of 30 seconds. Plus she ditched me so that she could go to a party. I would have liked to have given two weeks but I have a hard time believing taht I will actually make it through one.
I do have another job(s) on the horizon. I have been "hired" at a local coffee shop that just opened that I am in love with. But sue to the fact that they just opened the have a lack of business, meaning a lack of available hours. But allegedly once that picks up the job is mine. We met for an interview the day after I had interviewed and accepted the job where I am now and I LOVED the place. Very funky, downtown feel. Plus they are talking about adding a line of snack/desserts so I am right up their alley. I cannot help but plot the list of goodness that I will SLOWLY spring on them so that they believe that this is their idea. Heeheehee.
Miss Blue has taken to mommy going to work better than expected. Dubs... not so much. He is being increasingly difficult and seeking out trouble so that he can have extra attention. I am not sure how to handle this. I recognize what he is doing and I am trying to give extra snuggles, and cuddles, but I am so tired when I get home its all that I can do to eat and go to bed. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, and thank GOD it is finally coming into view.
Husband and I however I am not so sure of. I spent a little money yesterday , ($40.00) and since then he has not spoken to me. Except to tell me that I can pay my own car payment from here on out. The car that we agreed to buy when I was not working a year ago. One big enough for our family. It's like he was waiting to pull this and I take it. It seems like everytime that we start doing well, he pulls the asshole card and we are back to square one. What he forgets is that I am working now and making the same as him. I hate to pull this, but if he keeps yelling, bad mouthing, and treating me like shit one of these days I will not be here anymore. He will kill every last bit of love that I may have left. I can only forgive so many times. Someday, I will be happy again.....
But the quiet is nice especially since at this moment in time I have nothing to say to him. And I have already figured out what I plan on saying to him. I will simply tell him that he has lost the right to speak to me. I will not listen to him any more. And leave it at that. Maybe when he can grow up and treat me with the respect that I deserve then I will talk to him again. It sucks but I am so tired of it. Everyone says that it would be better if I left. Where the hell would I go? What would I do? What about the babies? There are too many what ifs right now. So I will work. And put away some money for when the love runs out......
I guess I had far more to say than I had expected. Venting reall. I had to share the great darkness that I carry. I will share more at another time.

My Paid Hell

Quite possibly today was worse than yesterday. I will start at the begining, as to show you the true expanse of my pain.
First as I was getting dressed to go to work, I remembered that I needed a tie. CRAP! I just threw away all of my husband's ties when we moved, because in the three plus years that we have been together I have never once seen him wear a tie. So what did I wind up wearing to my first day at work? My 6 year old nephew's clip on tie. Yes folks. It came to about my bra line. Thank God for the tacky burgandy apron that I wear covered it.
My car blew a hose yesterday on the way home from my first day at work. I pulled into the drive in a cloud of steam, jumped out of the car, positive that it was going up in flames. My ever helpful husband rolled his eyes and laughed at me once once we found the cause. Well, since we are FLAT broke until Friday when my husband gets paid (all because I made him buy me a chihuahua, which was actually my money- a story for another day) I had the brilliant idea to tape the hole until I could get it fixed (do you see where this is headed?). I made it about 2 miles down the road (barely off the bridge) and pulled over in another cloud of staeam (this time not screaming) and called my husband to save the day. Thank God (again) that I had the forethought to leave for work extra early just in case. He convinced my brother in law to baby sit and came and drove me to work (as he should have to begin with, but who am I to say I told you so) and I made it to work with 10 minutes to spare.
Now my day goes from bad to worse. I am ignored. Literally ignored, as in my trainer WALKED AROUND me for the first 15 minutes that I was there. (after she showed up 5 minutes late) She had to tell everyone that her pregnancy test was negitive. Umm all well and good but couldn't this wait? After she finally was TOLD rthat I was there, my job was then to be the bitch's bitch. (pardon my french, but that was on my nametag.....) I carried everything, did everything, and she sat there and filled everyone in on why she was sad that she was not knocked up by her boyfriend (not her husband, and she is not his wife- got the idea?) Also another fun timing thing. I get to make the garlic bread (side note they use the day old bread for this so always grab a loaf of fresh and ask for them to put garlic spread on it) at the START of my shift. That means I spend the entire day smelling of garlic butter. That is enough to turn anyone's tummy.
With that small in mind, I spent the rest of the day packaging cookies. Literally over 1000 cookies passed through my hands today. INSANITY! I had no clue that they would sell that many everyday!?! Seriously, its no wonder why America is overweight when you think of that fact. (plus when you figure in all the stores that this chain has times that number, plus all the other stores out there and their numbers.....) Seriously all of you need to go on the Adtkins diet and I will be out of this job! YEAH!
Capping off my day, I had to stay late so that I could sweep the floors and wash dishes. I went to culinary school, paid $30,000 and I am being paid minimum wage to sweep? OH HELL NO!
I have to figure out a way out of this. I cannot face doing this everyday. I am very grateful that I have a job, but even benefits are NOT worth this. I am seriously considering BEGGING for another job. ANYWHERE. Or perhaps a work pardon from my husband. I am scared to ask what I would have to do for that? T-bone on the table every night at 5? Foot and back rubs FOREVER? Worse?
I think that I could handle that.....

I don't want to go to work today

I recently went back to work, recently as in yesterday. I have been on a 3 year hiatus. otherwise known as "having babies". I was excited to go back to work. I missed people. I was tired of talking "toddler" all day. I wanted (needed) to make some money, for myself and to help my family. I needed this I would whine.

I hate it.

I said it. I 100% hated it. I miss my babies. I miss kissing their cheeks and dumping them in bed for a nap. I miss having the choice of whether to do laundry now or later. I miss taking them outside to play on the fort we built. I miss everything and everything that I hated weeks before.
I never thought that I would settle for the job that I am in. I am making minimum wage. MINIMUM WAGE! Doing something that I went to college to do. That I paid $30,000 to learn how to do. Actually I am not even doing that. I am the grunt worker in the business that I went to college to do. I sold out to coroprate and now need to cover my tattoos, wear my "casual living" uniform, and put on my cap. To slice bread. All day. And clean up after the people who do what I should do.
I won't name where I am working, to save myself and them some grief. But I am not happy there. I am actually very sad. And its only my second day.

trying again

I have tried a few times in the last few weeks to update and have had some problems with it posting. Here is hoping that this one takes. If so I will update again in a few minutes

MIA fathers day

It has been a fairly quiet father's day around here, despite the fact that there has been 6 children under 13 running around! Well perhaps I have just been able to tune out the noise so that unless I have someone attached to my leg shrieking (which with two babies -it happens quite often). Husband had to work today and since the babies are still recovering from their brush with strep throat this week we had a indoor morning watching Veggie Tales and nibbling cheese. We did try to venture outside this afternoon, only to find that everytime we went outside it would begin to rain. Husband finally got home this afternoon and proceeded to play his game in usual husband style. I don't know why anything would be different on a day like today except I would have liked to have seen him spend the day with his children. You know like a real father?!? But alas this is real life.
I did whip up a fancy schmanzy dinner tonight. Seared NY steaks with fresh herbs for the grown ups, and my chicken stuffing casserole for everyone else. I modified the recipe a little since I was missing a key ingrediant but it turned out even better so I may need to make this a permenant change! Always exciting when I figure stuff like that out! Babies are in bed and husband is continuing his mission to save his imaginary world from whatever that is. I think that I am going to start making Ella a new tutu. This is my new project. I don't sew. AT ALL. Not because I don't want to or because I don't have time. But because every single attempt I have ever made has been an absolute disaster. I almost failed home ec, and I am a great cook. I survuved and thrived in culinary school for goodness sake! So my sitching abilities leave ALOT to desire. I did find a seemingly simple pattern online so I have hope! I will let you know!

Gods Pharmacy

I copied this from an email that I got. It had beautiful pictures of the foods and while they didn't copy I thought it was too important not to share!


God's Pharmacy



It's been said that God first separated the salt water from the fresh, made dry land, planted a garden, made animals and fish. All before making a human. He made and provided what we'd need before we were born. These are best & more powerful when eaten raw. We're such slow learners.

God left us a great clue as to what foods help what part of our body!

God's Pharmacy! Amazing!

A sliced Carrot looks like the human eye. The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye... And YES, science now shows carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes.

A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart has four chambers and is red. All of the research shows tomatoes are loaded with lycopine and are indeed pure heart and blood food.

Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows grapes are also profound heart and blood vitalizing food.

A Walnut looks like a little brain, a left and right hemisphere, upper cerebrums and lower cerebellums. Even the wrinkles or folds on the nut are just like the neo-cortex We now know walnuts help develop more than three (3) dozen neuron-transmitters for brain function.

Kidney Beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.

Celery, Bok Choy, Rhubarb and many more look just like bones. These foods specifically target bone strength. Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don't have enough sodium in your diet, the body pulls it from the bones, thus making them weak. These foods replenish the skeletal needs of the body.

Avocadoes, Eggplant and Pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female - they look just like these organs. Today's research shows that when a woman eats one avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight, and prevents c ervical cancers. And how profound is this? It takes exactly nine (9) months to grow an avocado from blossom to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 photolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them).

Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the mobility of male sperm and increase the numbers of Sperm as well to overcome male sterility.

Sweet Potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics.

Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries

Oranges, Grapefruits, and other Citrus fruits look just like the mammary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts.

Onions look like the body's cells. Today's research shows onions help clear waste materials from all of the body cells. They even produce tears which wash the epithelial layers of the eyes. A working companion, Garlic, also helps eliminate waste materials and dangerous free radicals from the body.



Thanks

a whole new world

School got out this week and so the niece and nephews are running amuck in the yard as we speak. This shall prove to be an interesting expiriment with my babies. Weekends are always fun when everyone is here, the older ones running around and the younger ones trying to nap and maintain any kind of schedule. Today was the first full day of everyone at home. When you add that Ella has strep throat, that makes for an potentially explosive situation. But aside from the babies trying to help the older ones play video games peace was maintained.
another shocking fact was that my frequently MIA husband, has started to abandon his video game land and participate in our family. Now, I love my husband very much, but I HATE his video game habit. He much prefers to disappear into imaginary lands with magic and evil, rather than co-exist on our planet. The last three days since we returned from my mother's house he has switched off the game and played witth the kids and I for over an hour each night. Now for most spouses out there this would be unacceptable. But previously in my home I was lucky if he would kiss the children good-night and look at them in the eye. So an hour of play time is far more than I could have hoped for. I am trying not to be suspect of his new found free time, and I pray that it will continue. I will take any steps forward that I can!
Tonight, during his sabbatical from the game he took it upon himself to make chocolate cream cheese frosting for a cake I had baked earlier in the day. And he made it from scratch. On his own. And it was good. 6 months ago if you had told me that this would happen on a random Wednessday night, I would have laughed in your face. I am still reeling from the shock!
Tomorrow we have a doctor appointment to check up on Ella's sore throat, followed by a WIC appointment. I have been waiting for that for almost a month, because I need my milk vouchers. I have spent almost $100.00 on milk for Dublin this month. I have to buy the lactose free stuff, only availiable in a half gallon, and at almost four dollars a piece they add up, quickly. That will be a major weight off my sholders, thank God!
I should migrate to bed really soon. I am pooped out from all the excitement from the day. I cannot even imagine another 2 months of this.

mini vacation

The babies and I packed up and headed down south to spend a few days with my parents and let them get their baby fix in. They haven't seen the kids since Dub's birthday party last month so they were going through withdrawl! (and for any of you that are reading this I know for a fact that Ella was also!). It is quite a drive to come down here, 3 1/2 hours in a car with two toddlers is no easy task on one;s sanity, or their bladder for that matter. Thankfully, on Sunday my dad was working on a job at a nice, slightly over half way point, and offered to buy us lunch. So stop and eat we did. I cannot remember when I had Burgerville before this and let me tell you it was the best pepper bacon cheese burger on the planet! So delish! Because it was so good, and had been so long since I had one, I will forget that I ate those calories, or perhaps add them to a celebration catagory, thus negating it.
The babies are so happy to be visiting. They certainly do not get chocolate chocolate chip muffin or cinnamon toast for breakfast at home! I was actually informed that they have taken a vote and they decided not to return with me, under the condition that GaGa (daddy) moves in here. Umm, not likely. But they can enjoy their vacation while it lasts. We spent the day relaxing yesterday, playing in the yard and blowing bubbles. Life as usual. During that day today I managed to escape with no babies and get my hair done. It was beautiful. So peaceful and quiet. It was almost like I had no kids except for the fact that I was waiting for them to take a nap so I could shower, but instead of that I ran to the salon so I could get done without being missed! But it looks great! Thank you Jamie! See I made you FAMOUS!
Tonight we made it to the opening night of my favorite small town passtime, Tuesday Farmers Market. There is all the goodness of a traditional farmers market without the burden of being up and moving by 8 am. They have live music and tons of food (seriously my family had turkey legs, chicken nuggetts, fries, yakisoba with chicken, corndogs AND gelato. I know what you are thinking....we shared so it wasn't that bad!) Plus all the yummy local produce. Strawberries are in season right now and there is nothing better than Hood strawberries in cream. I believe that Ella sampled from EVERY booth!
After picking up our booty (1/2 flat) we ventured back with two tired and sticky babies in tow. Both are sleeping, thank goodness. No doubt preparing for tommorrow at grandmas. Where you never know what you are gonna get!

No one's looking at you anyway......

My babies are my life. Anyone who knows me knows that. And I love every minute of being with them. Even in those moments when they are both screaming, and diapers need changing, laundry is stacked to the ceiling and I am trying to carry on an adult conversation with the doctors office. At the end of the day, or perhaps the next morning I look back and I am grateful that I was there. This maybe a mess, but its my mess, and I get to see every moment and every first in theor lives.
Every stay at home mom knows that unless you can afford a nanny, who will love your children as you do, you tend to get pushed to the back burner. At this moment, my toes need painting, my roots need touched up badly, at the ends of the roots are split ends, and I have on zero make-up. In the few minutes that I get to myself a day (assuming that I can get both the babies asleep at the same time, nap or bedtime) I try to catch the crumbs on the counter, or fold the laundry. Sometimes I just sit with my feet up and read a chapter in the book I started reading 2 months ago. I don't have time to sit in a salon and be pampered. And I certainly cannot bring the babies with me. All those breakable shelves, and bottles of chemicals. Sharp scissors. I can see myself trying to get a haircut and having to get up, wet haired and cape covered to pull every bottle of shampoo out of Dublin's mouth. Or Ella walking away with someone's coffee. I tried to color my own hair at home and needless to say it turned out....interesting. If you want the beautiful highlighted hair in the ads you have to pay someone. Trust me.
A few years ago, someone close to me was trying to get me out the door so that we could go take care of errands. I was trying to fix my hair and put on some make up. I was a new mother and trying to salvage my dignity. I wanted to look as though I had it together, even if I didn't. Anyway, said person told me
"It doesn't matter what you look like, no one is looking at you anyways."
Even now, that brings tears to my eyes. I hung my head that day and we rushed out the door. I have never forgotten that comment and thinking about it I do tend to get pushed under the rug. I have been called Ella and Dublin's mom. And Ronnies wife. Even Mrs. Carter. I have ceased being Brandy. I have to make dinner and change diapers. Pull the rock out of Dublin's mouth before he swallows it. I am the keeper of the pretties and finder of the pacies. That keeps my day quite full. I organize the papers, and make sure people are where they need to be and when. But its never about me. There are only two times a day that I get for myself. My shower, and if I make it to the gym. But even those are subject to pre-emption.
I was a pretty good looking teenager. I was a cheerleader and on the dance team. I had a ton of friends and was never home on a saturday night. I knew how to flirt and get free things from people. I ate Subway everyday for a year and never paid for it. I knew what it would take to make guys drool, and I did it. I would spend an hour and a half on the hair, the makeup, checking myself out in the mirror. I would be perfect when I walked out the house. I know that I was vain. I probably shouldn't admit it but I was proud of it.
I lost that. I am grateful if I get a shower. The only time I do my hair and make-up is if I have somewhere to go, and even then, no guarentees. My wardrobe is jeans and a tee-shirt. Usually covered in food, baby boogers and dirt smears. I am the last person on my list and that makes me sad. So sad
I miss people looking at me.
I miss me

Not Me Monday!

On Monday's over at MckMama's blog we celebrate Mondays by talking about what perfect parents we are. And even if we are not always perfect, we certainly would never admit to it let alone BLOG about it!
I always have complete control over my babies. I ALWAYS know where they are. I certainly would never let Ella out of my sight long enough to poo-poo on the dining room floor. Come on I am a better parent than that!
When it comes to playing out side my children love their swimsuits. They would never go skinny dipping in our own back yard! Come on, we are always prepared to go play in the pool!
And being the superior mother that I am, my kids eat everything on their plates. Even the Lima beans. Because of that fact, Ella would not have had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich two nights in a row for dinner because that was all she would eat. Pashaw! My kids are better behaved than that.
Finally as a young 28 year old woman, full of life and vigor (or some would say spit and vinegar!) I certainly stay up to all hours of the night. I would never be in bed asleep by 10:30 EVERYNIGHT of the week! No come on I am not that old!
Thank you all for celebrating the awesomeness that is my life! For more GREAT Not Me's check out MckMama's blog!

And to top that off- I would never post with out running SPELL CHECK! Heck I don't even need it!

workout CRACK!

Another full day in the sunshine! We got up this morning after sleeping in until 9! Wahoo! ( I remember when sleeping in meant noon or 1 but now-a-days I will take what I can get!) Dub had a rotten smell so I sent him on his way into the living room where dad was playing his video game, while I let the dogs out. Bleu was still snoring away so I let her sleep. She has been so busy running laps in the yard and playing in the pool that she deserved some extra shut eye.
When I got back inside, the hubs had Dub cleaned up, thank goodness! I don't know if I could have handled that first thing, no coffee under the belt. Not long after Miss Snores Alot woke up and graced us with a BIG smile.
The babies spent the morning outside with Uncle Mike and the big kids while I took care of the back-up of laundry to put away. Never fails that once they see me thru the window they MUST come back in and see what I am up to. And it never fails that it was nothing exciting but I wouldn't let them escape.
I escaped to the gym while they were napping. Was near empty today at the Y, shocking because who wouldn't want to run on the treadmill watching TV when its 75 and gorgeous outside? I stupidly got on the treadmill with the TV directly on it, so you can put it on ANY channel you want. Flipping thru I found TLC and the season premiere of What Not to Wear! They made over Blossom! I know that she has a name and a PHD but she will always wear that flowered hat for me. I knew that I should turn it off but I actually got sucked in watching them throw away her Doc Martins and it was like workout crack! I put in an extra 45 minutes until my legs were screaming at me that they were stopping with or without me. I had to turn it off, 10 minutes before the big reveal because for fear of being thrown off the treadmill by my own legs.
The afternoon was spent in usual fashion-chasing babies in and out of the pools, around the trampoline, and up and down the stairs. Dub laid down in the baby pool fully clothed for the first time today. Just pops his little head on the inflated side and suns himself. I had to strip him down and let him streak under daddy's careful eye while I dug out his new swim trunks. Miss Bleu has also been refusing her clothes today. She has always been a nudist but she is getting older and should learn modesty *snicker*. But now that she has figured out how to strip all on her own you might think that she is winning this battle, but I am a stubborn opponent. She is about to get put in bed and if she pulls of the night gown again I may give up for the night. No one will be seeing her in her crib but me so I guess we can survive. After all tomorrow is another war.....

Another puddle in the road

Potty training Bleu is a work in progress. She loves the idea of it and all the regards and congratulations that go along with it. However she has always been private when it comes to the B.M. process. And she is NOT at all interested in this becoming a public event now. She simply refuses to do it on the potty. She would rather disappear for a few minutes and come back "releived". I try to leave her alone in the bathroom, paitently waiting outside the door and she makes a big deal about being done, hops down, wipes and flushes. I turn around to deal with a funky situation brewing in her brothers pants and she uses that moment to escape.
I find her panties on the stairs......
She rounds the corner and says proudly "I poo-poo mama! I poo-poo!"
"Thats great big girl!" I say enthusiastically. "....Um....where?"
"Here mama here"
And there it is. Laying in the middle of the dining room floor.
Sigh.......