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.