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.