35 is half of seventy

funday sunday

Sweet cheeks is seven weeks today. We celebrated by returning to church after a six week absence. (The girls and I actually went the Sunday she was born because I wasn't POSITIVE my water had broke that morning. Found out the answer to that once we actually arrived at church.) J had not informed anyone that the new shoes we bought for dressier occasions were a little too large. After walking through the parking lot like she was wearing snow skis, I remembered we keep an extra set of "emergency" clothes for the kids in the car, socks included. She totally rocked these: 

with these: 

Good to get some fuel for my soul (even if I am hidden away like Quasimodo in the nursing room.) 

We didn't end the celebration there. Had lunch at a yummy new place, Houlihans. This was the first dining experience for our party of five. The chefs welcomed this event by setting off the fire alarms! So glad we were sitting in the "quiet" back booth right next to, what I'll call, the sirens. With free meal vouchers in hand, we finished our lunch out doors. What amazing weather! Thank you God!

Our spectacle commenced and everyone was wiped out on the drive home. Everyone EXCEPT sugar lips. ;)

comic relief

Taking a child to the emergency room is something I hope to never experience again, let alone your 13 day old newborn. After a sonogram was performed the doctor also requested x-rays. Everything turned out fine. Praise God. And we even had a dose of comic relief when one of the brilliant techs asked since we were going to be in the room during the procedure, was there a chance that I was pregnant.

I'm sorry, "What?!"

We're bringing in my THIRTEEN DAY OLD. 

Uh, no. No chance. Zero chance in fact. 

Idiot.

I hate to dust

wow. this sucker is duuuusty. And my husband can attest there are two cleaning tasks I despise: dusting and mopping. So I'll just pretend I've never left, that this blog isn't covered with cobwebs, and I'll dive right in. With the addition of a third little lady four weeks ago, I have plenty of awake time from the hours of 8pm-8am, when most normal people and children are snoozing. So I should be able to post a note on a more frequent occasion. Here is said little beauty: 

She is exactly 4 weeks old today. And may be learning to like me. Let's just say I call her the game changer - a completely different newborn than her older sisters. Girlfriend has some pipes. I don't know if she's overly excited about the haunting season or she's having day, night, nap, and waking tremors. It's taken me about two weeks to learn some of her preferences and another two weeks for her to learn that I am consistently going to feed her. Every 2 hours. Sometimes sooner. Like when the screaming starts. Because, I'll admit, I'm the only one with a "cork" to quiet her up. Two "corks" in fact. 

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FFT: Day Two

Eat a speedy breakfast (to include overlooking youngest child eating her weight in grapes at buffet.)
Arrive at destination early as to avoid long lines and bad parking.
Succeed.
Find out you were absolutley incorrect about opening time.
Arrive 1.75 hrs early.
Wait. With 2 impatient children.
Have a blast making new memories and experience firsts with sweet little faces.
Exit park to eat lunch with plans to enable a nap time.
Wake 10 minutes into much needed family nap to horrific smell.
Confirm bad grapes from breakfast.
All over youngest shorts.
And sheets.
And blanket.
And now hotel bed after changing diaper.
Cancel nap.

First Family Trip: Day One

Take too long to pack and load up the car.
Question decision to take scenic route.
Frown upon the car nap that only latest one hour for the kids.
Make an extremely long pit stop to let oldest child use restroom and buy a few snacks for the road (including repurchasing those fabulous thermos sippy cups you left at home in the freezer.)
Throw all plans out the window for evening, as the scenic route has taken too long. (This may include a celebratory birthday dinner for the head of the house.) 
Arrive at hotel.
Confirm crib for youngest child.
Attempt to unpack while kids are going bat-@@@@ crazy from extended time in car.
Eat dinner 3.5 hrs later than usual. On a hotel bed with white linens.
Call front desk to question arrival of crib.
Find out there's no crib, and hear the words "hopefully tomorrow."
Avoid the urge to ram your head into the wall repeatedly, as you did not plan back up. (And this possibility was already discussed at home.)
Spend 30 minutes on phone calling surrounding stores to be certain they have a pack-n-play IN STOCK.
Arrive at store.
Make $54.12 unbudgeted purchase on pack-n-play.
Receive call from husband en route to hotel affirming front desk has called and a crib is "on the way." Verify that the time is 10:14pm.
Set up crib in closet as to ensure disrupted sleep for all.
(Finally) get everyone down to bed by 11:00pm.
Asleep by 11:30pm.

no, your creditcard has not be compromised, you are an idiot.

IF you are balancing your checkbook online and see an unusual charge for an unusual amount, DO call to check about it.


IF in your search for answers, you accidentally find out from a customer service rep that it is more than likely your MOTHER'S DAY GIFT, DO NOT confirm the possibility, by searching your computer and software to find an "untitled photo book" that was made special, just for you, AND proceed to LOOK AT THE ENTIRE THING!!!


IF you do that, more than likely you may feel guilty, especially since you may have gotten rather *IRKED* (at the person who made this gift for you) when you couldn't figure out for-the-love-of-all-things why the dishes didn't get done (amongst other things.) DO call your sister.

And laugh.

:)

mouths of babes

Jeorgia has a "secret" handshake with her daddy. Its adorable.
As we were pulling into the driveway tonight, I rolled the window down so she could see him, and they performed their handshake greeting. I smiled at her and said, "I didn't have a secret handshake with my daddy... that's pretty special..." Sweetest reply that nearly made me cry: "Well. Some day, when you get to heaven, you can tell God. And then you and God will have your own secret handshake. Okay, mom? You can tell that to God."
(my heart is full)

little pick-pocket, sneak thief, purse snatcher...

breathable

The weather has not been a blazing 110 degrees, so we have enjoyed venturing out for a wagon ride...
(big sigh of relief)
wanting to freeze time right now with these little beauties.

blazin saddles

If you live in Texas.
And it's 104* outside.
And your in the car, you most definitely should not ignore the low level fuel warning.
And if you do ignore it, don't have your kids in the car with you (asyourracinghometogetthemdownforanap).

I.
Am.
An.
Idiot.

Praise God we were 3 blocks from home!!!

true story: here kitty, kitty

A family decides to get a cat.
After weeks of searching, they find an ad with TWO adorable kittens (brother & sister) needing adoption. The family decides not to separate them, even though their original plan was to get a female, and they bring home both.
The gray striped kitten they name Elvis.
The female kitten that is black with chocolate tips is named Elvira.
The family is happy with their selection. All is splendid.
Approximately EIGHT weeks later the kittens are taken to be spayed/neutered, have nails trimmed, rabies shot administered, and micro- chips implanted.
A call from the clinic after procedures are carried out goes a little something like this:
"Good news is your cats are out of surgery and everything went great.... (long pause) The bad news is that Elvira IS A MALE. So you have two male cats. You can come get them after one today. Thank you!"

"You're not God, so..."

Snapshot of earlier today, so sweet and ever so excited to wear a wedding gown. Because, "I've never worn a wedding gown before!!!!" "How do you walk?" "O! Can I wear you're veil?" "I've never worn a wedding veil before!!!" "I need some shoes..." "How does this stay on?"

Three came sixteen days ago... The laughter hasn't ceased... Here's a glimpse at bedtime tonight:

Background info: After flinging Elvis (one of our new kitties) off her bed, her punishment was taking away the newly acquired Rapunzel and Flynn Ryder dolls she was planning on sleeping with. Lots of crying ensued along with a "talk"...

Mommy: When you're upset, you can talk to God...
Jeorgia: (sniffling) okay
Mommy: Dear God, my heart is really sad right now
Jeorgia: Dear God, my heart is really sad right now
Mommy: Thank you for forgiveness...
Jeorgia: Thank you for forgiveness...
Mommy: and that tomorrow is a new day...
Jeorgia: and that tomorrow is a new day...
Mommy: and we can try again.
Jeorgia: and we can try again.
Mommy: God says do you love your kitty?
Jeorgia: Yes
Mommy: and you love your mommy and daddy and baby sister?
Jeorgia: Yes
Mommy: God says we don't hurt people and things we love. We take care of them...
(interrupts with a hand in mid-air motioning "stop" and the other gently touching my cheek)
Jeorgia: Mom, you're not God, so don't talk.

By all means, take 'em off

Swim lessons are starting soon for Miss J.

Out and about running errands we pick up a couple of suits for her because she's grown over 4 inches since last summer...

We are home later than Greenleigh would like for us to be and I'm trying to hurry to get her ready for bed. During this time Jeorgia decides she wants a quick fashion show to model her new suits...

I holler down the hall to Blake, "Just make sure she leaves her panties on..."

(Looooooong pause) "Huh????" he says.

<<<<<INTERRUPTION>>>>>

Ladies, you've seen this sign right?

Well, I've not ever< in my whole life< NOT seen this sign in a fitting room... so it's engraved in my brain.

<<<<<Back to the story>>>>>

Me: I said, 'Just make sure her panties are on if she's going to try on her swimsuits.'

B, confused: WHAT????

Me: I don't know if people have their toddlers try on suits at the store... You're supposed to leave your underwear on if you try them on....... I wanna make sure it fits.... and then wash it first BEFORE she wears it.....

B, even more confused (but I hear him ripping tags of the suits): WHAT? Why????? BECAUSE TODDLERS HAVE PUBIC HAIR...???? AND...... CRABS????

Me: (silence. Looooong pause. Burst into laughter.)

B: That's absolutely ridiculous. Well Jeorgia DOESN'T have either. And the suits are FIIIIIIIINE.

Needless to say, moments later, Jeorgia was struttin' her stuff down the hallway, modeling her new suits.

seven months of roly-poly

nearly three...

and always saying something to make me laugh...
Leaving for a indoor play place I told her she needed to put some shorts on under her dress so no one would see her panties. She complied and was running around excitedly. I told her to come back and get some socks on. She replied, "Oh, so no one will see my toes?"

Picture below:
Daddy took her to the Coliseum and they watched the cutting horses, she had a lot of fun and did some "window" shopping. Great taste!

demanding sustenance...

but I think I tamed her plea with Cheerios

And so it begins...

Putting jeorgie to bed a few nights ago:

After reading books, saying prayers, filling requests for a story,water, kisses, more kisses etc, etc, etc...

Me: ALRIGHT! Goodnight! I love you.
J: You fodot to div me a hug!

(hug)

J: Momma, will you sing me one song?
Me: ONE!

(sing song)

J: Momma, will you sing me annover song?

Me: Nope! I said ONE.
J: Daddy sings me two...

on another note, greenleigh snuggles with jeorgia when she wakes

from her nap...

five months!

My sweet little baby is growing up too fast! Yesterday she marked the calendar at FIVE months old. And celebrated a tad bit early (last tuesday) with a milestone: first tooth!
(sigh)

priceless

I left jeorgia and greenleigh playing on my bed this morning alone for a minute. I returned to hear greenleigh laughing and could only capture a portion of it. So sweet!