What's your address?

I don't have any addresses at all! So if you want a Christmas card, please send me your address! Either on here or email it to c_schiffer21@hotmail.com THanks guys. Its just a simple card this year, but it's the thought that counts, right?

What does your husband do?

What does your husband do is a question I get a lot. And this is how the conversation usually goes if it's with another woman.

Me: He works for Caltrans out on the freeways at night in the Sacramento area.

The asker: Oh, lucky you! He must have a cake job! And you guys have really good benefits don't you?

Me: Yes, we do have good health benefits.... but he doesn't have a cake job.

The asker: Well, haven't you ever heard of those state worker jokes?

Me: Yes, that definitely does pertain to a lot of state workers, but trust me, not my husband. And if it did, I would be hounding on him all the time to change!
The asker: Oh, ok. (with definite reluctantcy in their voice.)

And I've come to notice that if it's a man that asks... their usual response is this:

The asker: Oh, he works for Caltrans. (the rolling of eyes)

And then an instant wall goes up. It does drive me crazy that Caltrans workers really have a bad rep. Anyway, I am so thankful for my husband's job. So so thankful! It's hard for me to not complain sometimes though, about his schedule. He works nights for about 8 months and then goes on days for 3-4 months. While he's working nights, I have to pretend he's out of commission, even if I do see him home. He's so tired all of the time. And just a zombie during that time. And on the weekends, he's up all night and sleeps in all morning. So... therefore I can not plan anything before noon, and if I do, he's grumpy and in a bad mood. Which I don't blame him. It'd be like for me, if someone made plans for me to do something at 2 or 3 am. I would not like that! But anyway, now that the cold season is coming, he'll be working more days... and I can't wait. I can't wait to have my husband back.

New Family Pet.... Chism!

Isaiah received his Christmas present a little early! Here he is....



Now before you freak out and say, "I am never coming to your house again." Like most people have said, you need to think about this, before you jump to conclusions. This is a snake that has been born into captivity. This is a snake that eats mice that were bred in a lab and they're disease free. This is a snake that is NOT poisonous! This particular snake is called a ball python and he has never bit anyone. If he does bite, it feels like a hamster bite. He is a nice lil guy and likes to sleep during the day and like to roam around his cage at night. He can not escape his cage because there are clips on it and keep the lid on. He gets really cold and likes the heat. He is harmless! And would I ever get anything that would endanger our lives or my children's lives? Never! I'm not a big fan of snakes that I come upon in the fields, or if I see one in my house that I've never seen before. I don't like the unknown. But I do like pet snakes that are harmless! Soooo.... for those of you that have a phobia with snakes, I think it's time you overcome your fear. Why don't you come over and we'll help you overcome your fear of pet snakes. It always feels great overcoming fears!! We welcome you Chism, to our family!

Getting Old!

I think it's fun being a grown up, sometimes. I don't mind the responsibility as much as I mind the aches and pains. Don't you hate it when you think young still, but your body tells you differently. For example, I think I'll go out on the trampoline with the kids and show them how to do some flips and play anything war with them. Well, after 1 min. of jumping, my bladder does not agree with the jumping! BLAH! Or how about when you want to play some basketball with your kids, and you can feel every single blob of fat jiggle and move on your body and then you go do a layup and hurt your arm in the process. Well, my poor husband experienced this last week....
And he actually did something to his leg and is still limping around. Oh, the joys of getting old! At least Isaiah didn't beat him.... :-)

Sadee Sadee

Our Sadee is something else. She's feisty yet so sweet. She's sporty yet such a girly girl. She is so shy around others, yet is so "bring it on" around the family. She only does what she wants to do. And when she's mad, watch out! She's my child that can't be talked to when she's upset. You have to let her cool off first, then you can talk to her about things.

She is 5 years old now and in Kindergarten! I was really nervous about her in school, thinking she is going to be the trouble maker, the child that doesn't listen and cooperate. The 1st day of school, I briefly talked to her teacher, whom Maci had too in Kindergarten, and Mrs. Cassidy informed me that she loved Sadee. I'll be honest, I was pretty shocked. I thought, well, first day of school, of course she's going to be good. Well, after week 2, and her coming home with 2 purple tickets every day (which is the best you can get), I thought, I guess she's really good at school! Wow! I went to Parent/teacher conference, and Mrs. Cassidy informed me that Sadee is absolutely wonderful and she wished all of her students was as well behaved as Sadee was. She was shocked that I was shocked. I told her what Sadee is like for us at home and Mrs. Cassidy was like, "You have to video tape that for me because I don't believe she could even be like that." I couldn't believe it! I was soooo happy and relieved! It's one thing for kids to treat their parents and family one way, but I try so hard to teach my kids to be respectful to other adults and children. I'm so glad she is! She even got the 1st Citizenship award of the year from her class and she even got chosen for Pizza with the Principal out of all of the Kindergartners. I've noticed that since school has started, she has gotten so much better at listening to us and she gets along better with her siblings and she just seems happier and not as moody. Hallelujah!

And oh how much she loves daddy! She is definitely a daddy's girl!

This is her, "I'm not talking to you mom" look.

She is such a little poser and loves to take pictures of herself! Tonight, I asked Sadee why she listens to Mrs. Cassidy so much and is so nice at school, but why she doesn't listen to me and why she's mad at home? She said, "I like what Mrs. Cassidy says but I don't like what you say Mom. But I still love you Mom." And I gave her a big hug and just had to laugh. I guess with children that say things like that, all you can do is laugh! I love Sadee and all the many emotions she brings to our family!

I heart Maci & we heart Mindy Gledhill

Maci is an absolute doll! She's 7 years old. She is such a sweetheart and is such a good girl. She always does everything she can to please me and she's always thinking of other's. Such a sweet girl! She is always making pictures for me. And she's always making hearts for me... like this one.

I really don't know what I would do without my Maci girl. She makes me feel like a wonderful mother, even though I'm so not! And she knows me soooo well too. At school she made a poster about me. When she first told me about it, I thought it would be one of those silly inaccurate posters kid's make about their parents. But she was so right. I never realized how much she really does watch me! Here she is with her poster. She's still so cute, despite the fact that she had just ran a mile for PE.

The most amazing thing about the poster was she knew who my favorite singer is....

If you can't see her poster very well, it says Mindy Gledhill! Have you ever heard of her? She is absolutely amazing! It's so hard for me to choose just one of her songs as my favorite. They are all fabulous! Since I've stopped listening to my hip hop and R&B music, I have found it very very difficult to find an artist that I really really like! But I found one, and I'm so thankful that I did! Her music just makes me happy! She's Maci's favorite artist now too! Check her out if you haven't. Her website is... http://www.mindygledhill.com

Anti-depressant

Anti-depressant... it's a touchy subject I've found. So many people feel that you're weak if you take one or that you don't have enough faith in the Savior to help you overcome your trials. Actually, I used to think that too. Well, I had Elijah, baby #4, and for the first time in my life, I was majorly depressed. Oh how I fought it and fought it and prayed and prayed and kept telling myself that I would overcome it. I did that for 2 whole years. It was a tough time for me and the family. Finally, I got pregnant with Ezra, #5. We were going through some major things in our life with the house we were living in and we moved in with my parents and life was chaos! I had Ezra and was feeling absolutely awful. Living with my parents actually helped me and they helped me keep my spirits up, but inside, I was fighting some major demons. While living in Oroville, I became very anti-social, had high anxiety about doing simple tasks, cried all the time, and I just felt like a zombie. I thought, well, maybe it's because we're all crammed in this little room and I felt like I was using my parents. So once we moved out and finally bought our first home, I thought things would change. But I got worse. I was literally a zombie for the first month in our home. I didn't unpack, I didn't talk to any of my PL friends, I didn't go to any activities, I stayed clear from the kids' school and avoided people at all cost. I didn't feel happiness, and for the most part, I didn't feel anger, until the 2nd week of Dec. I found myself yelling all the time at the kids over absolutely nothing. And when people would ask me how I liked our house, I would reply, it's alright. They would always give me a strange look after I said that. Then one day, the kids dropped a few pieces of paper on the floor and didn't pick them up. I screamed so loud at them that it even scared me. I ran back into our clothes room and dropped to my knees and cried and prayed and asked Heavenly Father what was wrong with me. I had a comforted feeling come over me and thoughts came to my mind that I needed to take an anti-depresssant. So I got up, e-mailed my OB/GYN, whom is also a friend of ours and has known us for the past 9 years, and told him exactly what I was feeling and asked him what I should do. He suggested Zoloft and ordered the prescription for me. It came in the mail 3 days later and by that time, I once again had convinced myself that I didn't need them and was convinced I could overcome this through my faith and prayer. After 2 weeks of just pure ups and downs I got to the point where I realized again that I needed help. But I was scared. So scared! I was nursing and what would the Zoloft do to my baby? Would he get sick from it? Would my milk supply be ok? How would I react to it? So I prayed like crazy about it and the thought that came to me was to call an old friend of mine. I e-mailed this friend and she just happened to be on a road trip to California. So she called me and she gave me some amazing advice. And her husband is a nurse practitioner for an OB/GYN and he was also giving some great advice! These two people saved me and I am eternally grateful to them! Once I got off the phone with her, I knelt down, said another prayer, asked to keep Ezra safe, and went and took my 1st pill. This was the day before Christmas Eve. The 1st week that I took it, I felt like a zombie and was sooo tired! My Dr. suggested I take it at night, instead of the morning. So I did and after the 2nd week of taking it, I started FEELING normal. It was a weird feeling too. And to tell you the truth, it was hard at first, because I had been a certain way for 2 1/2 years, I had forgotten what normal felt like. After a month of taking Zoloft, I felt awesome! I wasn't overly happy or giddy all the time, but I was my normal self. I could feel happiness, and I could feel sadness. I wasn't up and down and all over the place. I wasn't crying all the time. I was just the old happy go lucky Brittney. Oh how thankful I was that I started taking it. I don't know what would've happened if I would've continued down the path I was on. So I continued to take my medicine every night and life was normal. I was able to finally be out of the deep dark hole that I was in for so long and because I was on level land again, I was able to start good healthy habits again. I started exercising on a regular basis. I was reading my scriptures every day and getting something from it, when before I wasn't... the words on the page were just there and had no meaning at all to me. I was playing with my kids a lot more and socializing again and wanting to be around people and not hiding in my house. For the last few months though, I've been praying about having another child and praying about taking my meds. And if I should still take it. Once I realized that we needed to try for another one soon, I knew it was time to stop taking my meds. It scared the heck out of me, but I knew it needed to be done. So for the last month, I've been weaning myself off of my Zoloft. It's been a tough month, but as of Monday night, I am done. And I've been crying a lot the last few days, but I think it's because I'm so tired and weak. I haven't slept because of the kids being sick this week and I'm anemic, so that just makes me feel weak. But it's all good. And sometimes I'm still scared, wondering if I really need to keep taking it, but I know since I have established good habits and if I keep them up, I will be ok.

Why am I telling you all of this? I know this seems like it's a very personal story, and it is. But I truly do not want any of my friends or family to ever go through the personal hell that I've gone through for those 2 1/2 years of my life. If I wasn't so stubborn, scared, naive, and misinformed, I would've been a better Wife, Mother, Friend, and Person. Life is so short and I'm sad that I can't take back that time. But, I am now moving forward and I just want to be able to help other's from making the same mistakes I did. If you have any questions about anything, just ask. Please know, you are not alone!

And yet another birthday.... Happy Birthday Elijah!

Elijah is 3 years old now!! I can't believe it... it seriously feels like he was born just last year! Here are a few pics from his friend party.
Here are the kids lining up for the candy canon.

After he blew out his candle, he cheered.

Now that he's 3, he is no longer going to his speech therapy in Yuba City. :-( But, the school district will be taking over. So he'll be at the kids' school. We are so thankful for Miss Tiffany in YC! She helped us so much and he is saying a lot more words now. We will miss her.....

Happy Birthday Sadee!

I can't believe it... Sadee turned 5 years old on Aug 15th!! We are so thankful to have this little spunky girl to be a part of our family. We love you Sadee!

Isaiah turned 9!

Isaiah turned 9 on July 29th! That night, he had a friend birthday party! He was so excited to be able to have a search and find game at the levee and to be able to do the candy canon with his friends. We are sooo thankful for the family that surprised us that evening as well. I couldn't have done the party without Dustin & Christina's help, since Jason had to go to work. And my parents showed up after the party too. It was a fun evening. I am so thankful for Isaiah. He is such a good kid! Seriously, he's just genuinely good! It makes me sad to see him growing up so fast, but it makes me so happy seeing him make good choices in his life. Here are some pics from his party.

Ezra

Ezra is almost 9 months now! Holy cow.... where has the time gone? He is now crawling. He loves food soooo much... not baby food, but real food! He doesn't have any teeth yet. But has been teething since 3 months old. He still doesn't sleep very well and doesn't take good naps at all. He cries in the car at night for some strange reason. He loves Malcolm our dog. He loves his siblings and loves to play with them. He loves to be held by someone all the time. He loves people and will pretty much go to anyone. He loves being outside. He loves bath time. He loves to talk. And his smile melts my heart!

Elijah Update

I have always admired parents that have children with Special Needs. What amazing people they are to be so patient, loving, and kind with their children. Elijah is not necessarily special needs, but sometimes with the lack of communication and many therapy appointments, it kinda feels like it. I think he understands everything we say, But I'm not totally sure. He definitely can't communicate to us what he wants to say. I guess I've always taken advantage of the fact that I can just ask my 2 year old what's wrong and he can tell me without me getting down to his level, watching his body language, and trying to figure out what he's saying. I'm just trying to figure things out with him. He's doing really well with his speech therapy and is saying a few more words. But the words are coming very slowly. I guess I'm just not very patient and thought he would be talking a lot more by now. It just takes a lot of patient and work on my part. I'm not on here to complain at all, cause it's all good. I just wanted to let you all know how it's going for him.

Father's Day

I can honestly say that I love Father's Day! I love a day that I can focus on the amazing dad's in my life. I wanted to post some pics on here from our day, but our battery is totally dead... so I'll just write about our day. I got up at 5am, started getting ready for my day and took my shower and started the daunting task of searching for church clothes and socks. I also needed to put together my Father's Day present for Jason. We're getting black out curtains for our room so he can sleep. But as I was at Walgreens Saturday night at 9:45pm, I wanted to get him some fun too. So I decided to do a last minute candy gram. Here's how it turned out.... "Jason, I know it's been a ROCKYROAD for the past 10 years of your life. I would be telling a WHOPPER of a lie if I didn't tell you how much you bring the kids and me ALMOND JOY! I know there was a SYMPHONY in heaven the day we were sealed. I really SKORed that day! Not because of your PAYDAY, but because of your GOOD N PLENTY genes you passed onto our JUNIOR MINTS. And I have to SNICKERS when you are such a GOOBER with them. And I love to PIECES how you share you M&M's (missionary moments) and testimony of the Gospel with them. From the SNO CAPS of the Himalayas to the ends of the MILKY WAY, we all love you more than anything. So on this Father's Day, please TAKE 5 and know how much of a MR. GOODBAR you are to us! We love you!" As he was reading it, he got all teary eyed! Maybe cause he was so excited for all of the candy! ;-) No, I really do appreciate and love Jason and all that he does for us! We were able to go up to Oroville and go to church with my dad. And then we went to the McOmber's. Then to my parents. I always love hanging out with family! So ya, that was our Father's Day!

Goodbye Old Friend

It was a sad day when we sent our 1999 Ford Windstar to the Pick N'Pull.


Seeing it for the last time.


Elijah and Sadee cried when they saw it leave. I even got teary eyed!

It was time for us to let go of our mini-van. We've had it since before Sadee was born. It's been so good to us! It's brought 3 babies home from the hospital. It took us to our first family trip to Disneyland. It took us to my Grandma's funeral in Utah. It took 3 of our kids to their first day's of school. It made many trips back and forth between Roseville and Oroville, and Plumas Lake and Lincoln and Oroville and Sacramento. It picked kids up from school for the past 4 years. BUT, for the last year, Jason nursed it along. It didn't have windshield wipers that worked. It had a major gas fume smell after we drove it. Jason tore everything apart and it still didn't go away. Towards the end, it didn't like driving anymore and just seemed tired. So after months and months and months of praying and looking for another car, we decided to upgrade.... in size that is....

A 12 Passenger.... and we absolutely LOVE IT! (except for the gas)

Feather Fiesta Days '11

Even though I'm not a resident of Oroville anymore, I still make it a point to go to Feather Fiesta Days every year! I am a person of tradition, and this is one tradition that I look forward to every year. We sit in the same spot, at the beginning. We cheer and yell for everyone that participates in the parade. The kids get a ton of candy. I love yelling to the banner and flag girls "Smile ladies!" Because I heard it so many times myself when I was a banner girl. I even love the smell of the street sweeper coming after the parade. After the parade, we go and buy an over priced tri-tip sandwhich in the food court and walk around and look at all of the flea market items. We then walk around and look at the old cars. And I love running into people I once knew along time ago. This year, Jason worked the night before and couldn't come. So the kids and I ventured up to Oroville without him! They were all very well behaved and I couldn't have asked for a funner day! Here are some pics...
Ezra's 1st parade. He loved it too... especially when grandpa and Uncle Spencer held him.


The Crew


This is a classic picture of my mom combing one of my kid's hair. I never "do" my kids' hair really. I just brush them out. So my mom is always trying to do one of my kids' hair. I love it! What would we do without grandmas?

This year, instead of my brother in law Danny driving his land cruiser, my niece Jordann and her daughter Hailie took care of it for him.

I told the kids to pick out their favorite cars so we could take a picture of them next to it for daddy. I thought it was interesting how they each picked out one that is so much like their personality.




And here's the fire breathing dragon made out of old car parts.

Aubrey Larsen's Baby Shower

I had 2 cousins my age in Oroville while I was growing up. They both happen to be boys and they both happen to have the name Jared. Jared Larsen and Jared Meyer. These 2 guys meant the world to me during my growing up years! So many memories with them both! Now that we're all grown up and married, I don't get to see either of them too often. They have both married absolutely awesome girls that I love dearly! Aaand.... their wives are both pregnant with their first babies and they happen to be due a week a part from each other. Aaand, they're both having boys! Seriously, what are the odds? I love it and I am soooo excited for the both of them. Unfortunately for us, Kimberly & Jared Meyer are living up in Washington, so I'm not able to see them too often! But Jared & Aubrey Larsen live in Orangevale (Sac) and I was able to go with my beautiful cousin Sandy (Brian Larsen's wife) to the baby shower. I LOVE it when my family members have babies! It means more cousins for my kids! YES! Here's a picture of Sandy, Me, and Aubrey prego! Doesn't she look so cute?

Rub A Dub Dub Only 4 Kids In the Tub

It's so sad when the kids start getting too old to be able to take baths together. Isaiah takes showers on his own now and Maci will be soon! As for now though, Maci helps me with Ezra. He is our first baby that splashes like crazy when he's in the tub... so he's outgrown his baby tub. Taking a bath is his favorite activity. Bath time in our house is usually chaos due to Elijah fighting with the girls over the ponies or barbies or Elijah not wanting to have anything to do with washing his hair. It's my least favorite time, but at least they're all so stinkin' cute!

Elijah's Speech Therapy

Elijah is an interesting guy. He's so tough and rough, yet so sensitive and loves girl things too. He reminds me a lot of Jason. :-) Elijah has started going to speech therapy and we are sooo excited for him! He has said "Dada" for the first time ever after only 1 session. I feel really good about this and think it'll help him a lot! So I guess we'll see how he does.

Webbed Toes

Right after I had Ezra, the nurses, with a concerned voice said, "Brittney, he looks perfect, except toes 2 and 3 on both feet are webbed." They expected me to freak out about it, but I didn't. I was happy! A child of mine actually got some of my genes! Yahooo!! Yes, my toes 2 and 3 are half way webbed. Half way meaning that the skin in between my toes goes half way up my toes. Sounds gross, I know. But my kids are so much like Jason and his family that it makes me happy when I see that one of them have a little of me too. :-) BTW.... it won't affect him in anyway, so we don't plan on doing surgery on them.

Mother/Daughter Tea Party

The Plumas Lake Education Foundation did a Mother/Daughter Tea Party. Here are a few pictures of Maci and I all dressed up!

Our Birthdays!

It's that time of year again.... we're another year older and hopefully wiser. Jason is the big 3-5 and I am 21. hahaha! Just add 10 to that, and that's my age. It's so weird to say, I'm in my 30's now. So weird! Our birthdays went as followed...
Friday March 11th 2011....
The kids went to school and the rest of us went to Yuba City. Woo hoo! We went to Jamba Juice. Home Depot. And Panda Express. And then came home and I made a cake for Jason and he mowed the back yard. Then we ate the cake and went to bed.
Saturday March 12th 2011....
I got up at 6:30am. Straightened the house. A nurse came at 7:30am to take our blood and fill out paper work to apply for life insurance. After she left, I made breakfast and we cleaned. The kids started out with the toy room and whined and complained the whole time. I worked on the rest of the house with a crying baby in the background. Jason worked on the front yard... which seemed like it took forever! I think he was taking his time so he wouldn't have to deal with the inside of the house. hahaha Of course I didn't get much done. The kids did finish the toy room and I asked them to do some other things. They whined, cried, and fought me to the T about it. They teased each other, made more messes, and I needed to just get away from them. So at about 2pm, I laid Ezra down by the piano and I sat down and just started playing. With the children fighting in the background, I got more and more lost in the music. And just as I was starting to feel at peace, our dumb dog was on the stool by the front window and saw a neighbor walk by and Malcolm barked so stinkin' loud that it scared the heck out of me and Ezra. I yelled at him and told him to go to his crate and as he was jumping off of the stool, he kicked it and it flew and landed on Ezra's head. Ezra started screaming and I got up and chased Malcolm ready to throw him in his crate.... but he got in there before I could get to him. I comforted Ezra and realized the kids were still fighting. So I put them all in time out and grounded them from several things. Around 4pm, I realized I hadn't yelled once, other than at Malcolm. And I could feel everything inside of me ready to erupt! So I went outside and swept like crazy. Just to get my frustration out! I couldn't believe how my children were behaving. They were being awful! They've never behaved that way before and I just wanted to cry. Thankfully, my family came at 6pm. If it weren't for them coming, I think I would've just left by myself for the evening and walked around the neighborhood until I knew everyone would be asleep at home. I am thankful I didn't lose my cool though and didn't do anything that I would regret later. Once the extended family was here though, life was good and I enjoyed hanging out with them all. To tell you the truth, I really hate birthdays. It seems as though ever since I was 23, something just awful has happened on every birthday almost. All but about 2 of them. I either have a seizure, or I'm way sick because I'm pregnant, or we all get the stomach flu, or Elijah breaks my glasses and I'm blind for the day. I just think it's funny now. But I do feel jinxed at times. ;-) So.... that was our birthdays. I'll post some pics tomorrow.

Routine? I wish!

After having a baby, it takes me a good year to adjust. And after moving, it takes me a good year to adjust to that. So since I've had a baby and moved within the last 5 months, you could imagine what our life is like. I guess it didn't help that I had a major dose of post partum depression and I don't even remember the first 2 months in our house. I do love my life though! I love my kids too and if Heavenly Father let's us, we would love to have more. But right now, I just want to scream! I'm so bad at making routines and adjusting to things. Maybe it's because I'm just plain tired and have either been nursing or pregnant and sometimes both for the past 9 1/2 years! Right now though, our house is so not organized. And who the heck has the money to organize it the way I want it to be? Not me! Yes, it takes time, and I know that. I guess I'm just ready to move on with my life and not have to touch another box for a very long time! Do I try to get things done, of course! But with a baby that doesn't sleep for anything during the day and 2 children that are constantly getting into things, eating, arguing, and of course who can forget Malcolm! A dog that is worse than a baby. Who wants to be held, who wants to play, who wants attention all the time, who barks at anyone walking by our house, and who wants to go in and out of the back door 200 times a day. I really get nothing done! I'm lucky to just get the kids fed, some clothes washed, diapers changed, and some dishes cleaned. This is my life.... and even though I get frustrated that I don't get too much done, I wouldn't change my circumstances for anything! I just wanted to warn you though.... that if you come to my house, please don't expect it to be unpacked, clean and organized! :-)


And THIS is our clothes room! Yes, we have a room dedicated to the children's clothing. Its right across the hall from the laundry room so I don't have to go up and down the stairs. I usually have about 20 mins here and 20 mins there to work on things. When I get some things done in this room, I get interrupted and when I go back to it, its a disaster again. But once I do get it done, a lock will be going on the top of the door and the kids can only get in there to get their clothes.


And this is how it gets destroyed. My cutie patooty kids love to go in there and dress up! Whether it's the girls wearing boys clothes or the girls dressing Elijah up, they get boxes out that havn't been put away yet and dig looking for things.

And here's Ezra crying in his swing, which is all the time... well that's only if I put him down. I guess I would cry too if I was a boy in a pink swing. :-)


But here are some happy pictures of Ezra!



But I do have a wonderful husband that helps when he can. Here he is weed eating our backyard. I'm thankful that I don't have to focus on the outside as well.

But at the end of the day when I take the hundredth diaper out to the garbage for the day, I at least get to see things like this....

And I realize who needs a clean house? I think I might just live on my front porch.