I thought I'd write something, since I haven't blogged in awhile. I don't have much to say...I guess. Hmmmm.....

The weather's been cool. It's cooling down, so that's nice. I like the cool weather. I like to dress in warm clothes. In summer when it's hot, you can only be so naked (at least in public).

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Mason's five months old today. Where the heck did that time go? He is so happy, he smiles all the time and now he loves to laugh. Evan can make him crack up by roaring at him. He's a lug and we are all loving him to pieces. I'm still his dairy diva which is going great. I just wish, with being a dairy diva, that it was more publicly accepted. It's one of those things that is so overly encouraged, yet so frowned upon. I don't get it. I will admit that I am not the type of person to whip booby out in the middle of public, but it would be nice to know that it was at least accepted. There's too much controversy about the whole thing...it's ridiculous. Oh well!

I feel like going out to a movie. Anyone see anything good lately? I like the romantic comedies, or just comedies are great too. I haven't been to a movie in such a long time. I love going into the semi-dark theater and finding a comfy seat to cuddle next to my hubby. I love the smell of over-buttered popcorn and the sticky floors. I love getting candy and pop. I think I need to go to a movie.

Okie doke, enough putterin' around here. I better go. Bye for now.

Mommy Moments

So I took a voyage out with the kids on Tuesday evening to the ever so enjoyable Target. It went really well....I was getting our dog some treats in the "dog treat" aisle, and Mason decides to let loose. Really let loose. His fluff was so long and so loud, I couldn't help but laugh. Evan was in the seat in the front of the cart and Mason was in his car seat in the main part of the cart. Evan looked back at Mason with complete admiration, turned around, looked at me and said "ooohh, Mason big tooted!" Of course, we were not alone in the "dog treat" aisle. There was another lady standing there, and she looked at me with a funny grin and stated "wow, he must feel better!". I sure was hoping he did, however, his fluffing did not end there. He continued on with the passing of his extreme gas, which I am not kidding you, was so dang loud! After about 5 minutes of off and on gas passing, he decided to finally "fill" his drawers. I looked down at him and I asked him in a mommy way "what did you just do?!?". He replied with a grin and a giggle.

Yesterday Evan was in his high chair eating lunch, which he actually ate really well. It only took an hour and half (ha ha). He had a jelly sandwich, fruit, and some doritos. Well he was an absolute mess, so I decided to take him out of his highchair and scrub him down in the kitchen sink. Since he is not tall enough (yet) to reach the kitchen sink, I balanced him on my knee and on the edge of the counter (which we usually do) and started washing his hands and arms. Within seconds, the poor kid let out in a very strained tone of pain "tummmmmmyyyyyy siiiicccckkkk!!!" I had realized he was balancing himself with his tummy on the edge of the counter. Oops. I felt terrible, I let him down and we finished our washing in the bathroom sink.

These are just a couple of the many mommy moments I enjoy each day. I just thought these ones were kind of funny, so I thought I'd share.

9/11

Today marks the 5th anniversary. I cannot believe it's been 5 years. I still remember exactly what I was doing that day and where I was. It sends chills through me to think about it. I remember all I could think about was my family and friends and how badly I wanted to be in the same room as them. I remember the absolute shock of everything and not knowing how to respond to anything. I remember going out in public during that week and how everyone stared at each other, and it seemed every human being had a certain fear in their eyes and that all they wanted was protection. For all the people that have been affected, you are in my thoughts and prayers today, and everyday.

So I went for a walk this morning with kids and dog in toe. What the hell was I thinking??? Note to self: Do NOT take the dog with when I go on a walk with the kids!!! The kids did great, Evan loves walks and it seems that sleepy head Mason enjoyed his ride as well. Poor Maverick. He always does his duty business in the same place on every walk. So of course, we approach "the place" and he does his business. I get my baggy ready and do the ever so wonderful poo pick up. It did not go well. The poo decided to get on the outside of my baggy, so luckily I had another baggy and attempted to put it in the other baggy. I ended up making more of a mess. Poo had snuckily gotten onto the other bag and onto my fingers - ick, ick, ick!!! I was so disturbed I considered calling the walk quits and heading home. Plus it did not help that the sun was cooking and I was sweating like crazy. But I took a deep breath, and I decided I needed this walk as much as the dog did and the kids, so I kept plugging along. The rest of the walk went great.

Sad news keeps running through my head, Steve Irwin *i.e. The Crocodile Hunter, passed away from a freak accident. His show was crazy and I sometimes enjoyed watching it. Hubby and I used to watch him all the time, and we are both sad to hear of his passing. His family will be in our thoughts.

Well I should go, I need to baste the turkey...yes, I am actually cooking a turkey...on a Tuesday...whatever, right? And my big kid is waking up. More to come later....

Everything's Under Control

It's 10:24pm, the kids are finally in bed. It's been a long and tiring day. Hubby was up late last night, very sick. He didn't go to bed until 4am this morning - he slept downstairs. Poor guy.

Last night was a late night for me as well, but not as bad as for hubby. I climbed into bed at 1am. I am nursing my youngest kiddo and he typically sleeps through the night, so I wake up to do the famous "pump" at 3am (which turned into 3:45am this morning). At 4:40am, the little one's monitor started to squak and squeak, from what I understood at the time, little one's awoken. Since I just finished "pumping", I make a bottle, change his diaper, feed him and put him back to bed at 5:15am, yay...got the situation under control. I awoke to the sounds of Evan singing "Old McDonald had a farm...e..i...e...i...ooo, at 7:40 this morning. I managed to roll out of bed and retrieve my eldest offspring. We climbed the stairs and my youngest offspring started to cry. Daddy was still not well, so he slept. Evan and I approached the nursery with crying baby and got the situation under control. Both children are hungry at the same time...of course. Once again, got the situation taken care of and under control.

Then...surprisingly, I hear Daddy climbing the stairs. I was a bit nervous anticipating his arrival at the top of the staircase, thinking he'd still be miserable. I was shocked, he looked great, just a bit tired. 11am, the doorbell rings. The ADT guy is here to complete installation of our new security system (finally)...and it's under control.

12:00noon, we decide to take the entire family to a trip to the Home Depot. I drove, once again, to rescue my drained sanity. We arrive and the place is stupidly busy. We manage to look at what we came for, and left empty handed. However, we will have memories of our Home Depot visit on September 2nd - cranky children, poopy little one, tantruming big one (received time out during Home Depot visit), and a cranky Momma. Daddy handled the situation and got it under control.

We safely make it home, dealt with more issues of our non-eating, spastic 2 1/2 year old. Got kiddos down to nap (yaaaayyyy!!!). I decided I needed to go to Target for the ever so popular diaper run. Once again, it's stupidly busy. I made it home safe, with diapers and other miscellaneous wonderful Target items....and life is under control.

We had company tonight and it was great. Except for the fact that I was a major funk. I felt as though I was having an out of body experience, possibly resulting from exhaustion. Things seemed in slow motion and I was moving at an incredible "slow" rate of speed. I managed, got through the evening, and now everything is under control.

As I sit here and relax typing away, I look back at my day and realize how lucky and blessed I am, as I always do. I am anxious to go to bed and get some sleep tonight, where I can comfortably sleep with my husband next to me. It's so strange to go to bed without him there, it feels as though there's a void...something major missing, and I do not sleep well. Thank goodness he's feeling better tonight, I need to feel safe, secure and taken care of. Even though he was just downstairs last night, I felt I had to take on all responsibility of our home, worrying about every creek and crack the house made, worrying about him, the kids, the dog, the cats...I'm sure you get the point. Now I'm going to close my blog here, go to bed with my husband next to me feeling safe, secure and taken care of, and wake up tomorrow to start another day of un-anticipated activity, I'm sure....and everything will be under control.

God bless and good night.

Through a child's eyes...

We recently took an adventure to the Great Minnesota Get Together. It was fantastic! I was so motivated by watching everything through my child's eyes. It was so amazing to see him so fascinated by so much. He immediately spotted the big slide and knew that he just had to go on it. so of course, we paid our $2 and took the fun ride down. He ate an entire piece of pizza the size of Texas which amazed both hubby and I. He took his first adventurous ride on the carousel, a "choo-choo" train and the bumper boats. I had a hard time with the bumper boats...emotionally. Every time I see him do something by himself I choke up. Sometimes I think it's really hard to watch him grow up, but I absolutely love it. He amazes me each and every day, I just wish that sometimes time would slow down.

Our little adventurous one also had a blast...at least I think so. He did not sleep at all until we were about ready to leave and I carried him as he fell asleep in my arms. He also had an adventurous ride when Daddy carried him in the "front carrier thing", and he wore a hat. Too cute??? Yeah, I think so. Even watching everything through his eyes was amazing. He hardly blinked.

We left late, about 10:45pm and we were all exhausted. The car ride home was relatively quiet, big kiddo was having a hard time snacking on his cheerios and kix - they were "stuck" in the ziploc baggy. What's a kid to do? Tantrum. Poor Daddy dealt with him very well knowing he was tired and past his limit. I got to drive, I love to drive. It's my escape from the kids, even through they're right behind me safely in their car seats. Driving...my rescued sanity...but that's a whole other blog.

More to come....be prepared.