Crawly McCrawlerson

Yep, that's right, Millie is now crawling on hands and knees. No more soldier crawling on her arms for this kid. The video is the first day she really started to go hands and knees, and she hasnt looked back since.

My heavy chest

Here goes....I need to get some things off my chest.
1. I have had EEEnough of the cold, dreary winter and the fact that my windows and doors have been shut tight for months. That means one thing. We are breathing and re-breathing all of the air in our home. Nasty. My house needs to breathe.
2. I am sick of every square inch of my house at this moment. It needs a personnal trainer, a make-over, and a major spring cleaning.
3. I need my children to understand the concept of obedience and respect-enough said.
4. This extra baby weight has got to go!!! I know that I am fun to be with but seriously this relationship is over in my eyes. Sorry 15lbs you just don't do it for me anymore. You are far to clingy and dependent on me. There is someone out there for you. I know you will find true love. I could introduce you to a growing child or a recovering heroine addict.
5. We need a new job and a paycheck. I need to purchase something. What? I don't know. Something.
6. I need a vacation. Nothing serious just a 10 day getaway to a tropical locale full of food, adventure, fun and sun.
7. I miss the mountains. Not the snowy cold ones. The ones with green leaves and babbling brooks and places a girl can run free.
8. I need a drug- free version of speed. Something that motivates me to do more than sit on my bum. Remember that episode of Family Ties when Michael Keaton took that speed and he was able to study and work and conquer the world. I need that. (without the nasty drug side effects)
9. I want a new yoga mat. Mine is old and slick. I need a thick, new, sticky thang.
10. I am sorry for venting. I need to remember all of the great things I do have. Maybe I will tomorrow.

10 months and counting

Today my girl is 10 months old. I can not believe that it has gone by so fast. She is so fun and such a joy for all of us. She is finally crawling on her hands and knees(good-bye army crawl). She is becoming a little explorer and is trying to get into everything. She can say "book"( her favorite things), "Ah-Oh", "mama", "dada", "Hi", "Hen" and "Max"( heh and mah) make a quacking sound and the yucky sound. She signs "more", "water" and "finished" and is absolutely the best little boogier around. She is still a mommy's girl but now daddy is a very close second. She has become very cuddly and really loves her softies. She will crawl to the ends of the earth ( or hallway) to get where her brothers are. She is just my favorite gal around.
I just can't believe I get to spend everyday with this girl. Love it!

Thanks Mom and Dad for sticking together for 39 years!

My parents just celebrated their 39th wedding anniversary. WOW! I really have to hand it to them they have gone through quite a bit and still found a way to make it all work. I adore them both and am so grateful for there willingness to put their children first and to be the best examples of continually improving themselves year after year. They are, hands-down, the best grandparents in all of the world and really do everything they can to let my children know how amazing and loved they are. Thanks Elv and Dave. I love you both.

Blogging about a blog, bloggity blog

My husband has decided that he needs his own blog and so has made his very own site. It is not for the weak of heart or those who were born sans sense of humor. So check it out and get a little glimpse of the Mind of David. You won't be sorry.

www.aphidnest.blogspot.com

Child Labor anyone?

Years ago I realized that in order to make life run smoothly I had to have help. The only problem was that the people available to help me where minors, roughly 2 and 5 years old. So I ignored all those silly laws and introduced Max and Henry to the fine art of child labor. They are useful. They can help with laundry, vacuuming, mopping, dusting, straightening, putting things away, what-have you. They are little work horses and best of all they have to do exactly what I say, because I am the mom. Now don't kid yourself, they hate every second of it and try to whine their way out of work, but being the task-master that I am I have come up with the whining=more jobs rule.
Well the other day I had the boys cleaning the living room Max had moved all of the chairs from the kitchen and was wiping them down. Henry was on dust-duty. All of the sudden....Henry was crying. Seems he had stood on a chair to dust the top of the entertainment center and the glass door was open so his head caught the corner of the glass door. Yes that is his hair.


Not a happy boy.The blood!!! Oh the horror!!!His busy little worker bee brother.
Don't fret though he did recover and was able to finish his jobs. I think they are learning some of life's lessons and becoming so good at the doing their jobs and doing them well. So I try to ignore the whisperings of workman's comp. and all the Jimmy Hoffa posters in their room. Long live mothers and the children who are forced to work for them!!!!!

Super Bowl (Super Bow-ring)

If you were not aware of it already..... I am a woman(hear me roar) and as much as I would like to pretend that I follow the NFL, have my own team, and know all of the stats and names of all of the players. The truth is I could care less. Now collegiate sports are another baby(don't get me started) but profesh football is just not my thing(sorry if it is your thing, feel free to exit blog now)These guys make way to much money doing something that truly adds nothing much to society. Plus the commercials are not that great, seriously. The only redeeming quality the Super Bowl has to offer is the chance to gather with the homies and eat deliciously bad-for you food. This year was no exception. Dave and I got invited to Enoch's(Dave's old roommate) party. In my head I am thinking..."this will be fun, husbands and wives hanging out, gorging themselves on lil' smokies and enjoying the Super Bowl Day." So we show up with our Millie and a plate of the yummiest cookies known to man and low and behold.....testosterone from floor to ceiling. Not an ovary in sight.(the picture above does not show the five other males present)Millie and I were the only females present. Add to this the fact we are in a room the size of an Alcatraz cell and the fact that I have serious clastrophobia issues and you can only imagine how fun it was for me( man I am high maintenance). No offense to Enoch (who happens to have a team, The Patriots, and knows all of the stats and all of the names of the players) he really did have a veritable feast of heart-stopping, cellulite creating goodies to enjoy. And two girls did come but they only stayed for about 18.29 seconds and were mostly interested in the free gummies bears and flirting with all of the testosterone. Millie lasted about 22 minutes before she was ready to explore and of course wall to wall men watching the Super Bowl does not a baby haven make. Luckily, this was not BYU playing so my husband was kind enough to leave before Millie freaked out.
Then it was off to my father's party, which is really just his excuse to eat little smokies. When we arrived the only ones watching the game were Matt and my dad. To add insult to injury the Patriots lost, messing up what would have been a perfect season for them( I only know this because Dave told me) and so of course I had to feel bad for the poor, overpaid Patriots. Super Bowl, you are lame. We are not friends anymore even if I did get to gorge myself without fear of people judging me.
Next year I am going to rent some girlie movies, make some treats, call my gals and have a pedicure party. the end