Wednesday, August 20, 2008

School Days

Well, Grace and Tater started school last Thursday. I really wanted to be off. It was Grace's first day in a new school and Tater's first day period. I was not able to take off. That left D in charge for the big day. They are also riding the bus which they have never done. I'm usually leary about riding the bus, but it's hard to say no when the school bus literally picks up right in front of our house. I helped them pick their outfits the night before. I got up early (3:00 am) because I was so nervous. I wrote everyone little notes of encouragements and reminders. I asked D to take pictures.
Here is Grace:

And Tater:

D made sure they took their baths, had their bags ready and even made breakfast for Grace. He's cooked for me maybe 4 times in three years!! The kids could not wait to go out and wait for the bus. They were outside 30 minutes before the scheduled time.

In this pic, the bus has just pulled up and the swarm of kids take off. I think Grace was already to the door by the time D was able to snap a picture.

This pic cracks me up. The kids were getting tired of D taking pictures of them. LOL

They have enjoyed every day of school so far. We aren't but a week in. D made eggs almost every day. I'm so jealous!!! I hope they have a good year. Of course, I will work my butt off to make sure they do a good job.

My son Little D

Little D is my third, youngest, and hopefully last child. He is currently 9 months old and such a pain in the rump. But I wouldn't have it any other way. He has started standing on his own. Exciting!!!! He crawls everywhere. He also thinks anything with buttons belongs to him. Must be the name. He is named after his dad. I was not given a choice in the matter. Luckily, it's not a name like Bernard or Humphrey.

He is the only child I know of that loves to have is nose booger sucked. That's a technical term for removing snot with a bulb syringe. Serisously, he giggles like crazy. He loves his brother and sister. You can see a notable difference in his attitude when they are home and when they are away. It is so sweet. He is a smart little boy. He catches on soooooo quickly, which may or may not be a good thing. D still swears up and down that Little D looks like him. He resembles him in some ways, but every time I look at him, I feel like I am looking at one of my baby pictures. It's fitting, since his birthday is the day before mine. I'm really surprised that his hair has taken a reddish tint and his eyes are still blue. I figured I would have a brown haired, brown eyed baby.

The above picture was taken one afternoon while I was doing dishes. I have to put him in his bouncy seat so that he doesn't hurt himself on anything when my back is turned. I noticed he had gotten pretty quiet. I went to check on him and saw that he had fallen asleep in his bouncy seat. LOL. Poor guy.

I love all of my children and I am so blessed to have such healthy, well-behaved children. They mean the world to me. I would bend over backwards to make sure they have everything they need. I do spoil my children occassionally, but I don't spoil them rotten. Every now and then I will want just a night away from them, but then I wonder what I would do without them? I have to have the noise, the blabbering, the mess, someone constantly needing me. It's a great feeling having those little arms sqeeze you tight, their little lips giving you a quick peck on the cheek and hearing, "I love you, Mommy."

Saturday, August 9, 2008


My friend's husband is in the hospital. He owns a contruction company. One of his workers was injured, so he and his brother were going up to visit him in the hospital. On the way there, they were struck by a drunk driver. I don't know a lot of details. Her husband is in the ICU with some sort of neck problem. I was told it could be something as simple as a pinched nerve, but they want to do more tests. Keep them in your prayers please.

That's why I'm marrying him.

D got home a little early from work. He came in and gave me a kiss on my cheek like every Saturday. Ok, well maybe not every Saturday. I mean, I have an 8 month old. He is used to getting up at 4:30 a.m. If he actually sleeps until 5, I consider it a blessing. Back to the story. It sounded like D placed something on my night stand.

Me:"What's that?"

D: "Something for you."

I proceed to grasp in the dark without knocking everything off my night stand. I finally find my treasure. Being lazy, I use my phone as a light. I see a monster sized candy bar, Hershey's Special Dark. I also see a card. It was very sweet and romantic. I figure one of two things: he's drunk or he screwed up. LOL. I haven't gotten a card in a loooooooooooooooooong time.

It was so sweet of him. He made me feel so special. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Say what?!?!?!?!

I figured I would jot down a couple of funny things said at my house recently.

D: I changed the baby's diaper, and it smelled awful. It smelled like human poop.
Human? Really? So what does that make the baby if he isn't human?

Tater Tot: Remember those little biscuits with the sausage? If you put cheese on them, and wrap them in a paper towel and put them in the microwave, the cheese will melt.

Tater Tot: I was going to throw my ball at the cat, but I didn't want my ball to get fleas. I'm sure the cat has fleas, because it doesn't have a flea collar.

Grace: You can't shoot a cat. That is mean. What if you were a cat and I shot you?
Tater Tot smiles
Grace: What if you died? How would that feel? Would you be happy?

My kids aren't really violent. I swear. They were talking about ways to get rid of a cat in our yard. Of course, the boy comes up with something mean and the girl is the humanitarian. I'm going to miss the free entertainment when they go back to school.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

The Wedding Dress Saga.

I decided to man up and post the pics from Saturday. I'm not "in love" with any of these dresses. A couple look ok on me, but I don't love them. My major problem is that I don't like wearing dresses in the first place, but D said I couldn't get married in jeans and a tee. Damn him. Ignore the dumb, red faces. Obviously, I wasn't thrilled to even be there. I also had tiny little breakdowns because of my weight. Mind you, I have lost 30 pounds since the beginning of the year, so at least that is a plus.

This is the dress that I loved before I saw it on myself. It's not so flattering.
This is another shot of the dress. I guess she was trying to get the back in the mirror? This shot doesn't make the dress look too horrible on me.
This one is some what flattering. I like the sweetheart neckline.
This is the one that everyone loved the most. They said it was very slimming, yada, yada, yada.
This is one that I do not like in any fashion. I'm not even sure why the girl had me try it on.
I let D see the pics because chances are I will not be getting ANY of these dresses. Being a male, he said he loved the one with the sweetheart neckline. He said my boobs look AWESOME. LOL. I'm going to set up an appointment to go to the bridal shop in Crystal City. I am going to try on some bridesmaid dresses I think. They are cheaper, less poofy and less frilly. All of which are good things. I just want something plain and simple. You know, something that reflects me. Hehehe.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

I think I might be indecisive, but I can't decide.

I went to try on bridal gowns today. I only tried on a few. I started to have a major panic attack when I was there. The store was crowded. There are 600 million different styles. The style I LOVED looked awful on me. The dress that looks good makes me feel like a grandma. Then I started to think about all that I have left to do. I love racing thoughts. I cried on my drive home. I was upset because I'm pretty sure "the dress" is not going to end up being "the dress". Should I just settle on a dress that looks good on me, or should I get the dress that looks better on the rack? Many of you don't know me in real life. I cannot make a decision. I lose it. I freak. I can't even pick out cereal for my kids. They are kids; they will eat any sugary cereal. They don't care, but I still have to flip out over it. I wanted to buy some ice cream today to help me feel better. Guess what!! I couldn't pick out a damn flavor. This is getting ridiculous. I've tried medication in the past, but I just turned into a zombie. Maybe prayer or meditation is what I need. Blah.

Friday, August 1, 2008


I have been living in my house for over a year. Well, today, I decided to be a little more observant. I noticed something odd about my dishwasher. On the inside, where you put the detergent, it explains that one spot is for one cycle and another is for this cycle. Ok. That is helpful information. The only problem is that my machine has one cycle: ON!!! Hehehehehe.