Thanks a lot

Just a few turkey day pictures. It was a very quiet affair this year. Kiddos and me, parents, Matt and Mace. The food was to die for and so was the company. Lots of time to just chat, relax and reflect. Missed one VIP who will remain unnamed.

HEN IS TEN!

Read it and weep peeps. Double digits. Closer to teenager than toddler. Getting smarter every day(smart mouthed as well as just smart). I almost fit into his tennies. He is up to my shoulder. Still a push over with his sisters. He and Max have developed a love/hate sort of thing. Has a really fun group of friends. Wants to look like uncle Mike when he grows up to be an engineer. Talks my ear off, still. Is a math wiz. Super artistic. Genuinely funny, tad bit sarcastic(where did that come from?) Sleep walking champ. Skinny as a beanpole. Conscientious. Thoughtful. My right hand man these days. Love him, my first born. Couldn't imagine my life without him in it. Makes me want to be a better mother and better human being. A true gift.

One a dem days

So I had one of those days. You know, the one that starts with a 5a.m. feeding and then a 5:30a.m. feeding and then a 6:07a.m. feeding, then one at 6:38a.m. just to prove a point. Then a 2 year old who's voice is constantly set to megaphone, bright eyed and whiny at 6:43. Then I realize FAR to late that the closest roll of toilet paper to me is in the garage. Then the boys wake-up and the house goes into full-fledged fight club mode, pre-breakfast time, pre-bus time, pre-get-the-H-to school time. So before I am even awake I have lost all patience and care. Then the DVD player decides to go on the fritz right as I calm the 2 year old down with the promise of Dora-mermaid. Boys head to school, dress and feed the rest of us and baby decides to channel the exorcist and explodo-vomits all over the only thing I have to wear at this point in my chubby existence that doesn't make me want to cry. Then the day really starts as I KSL my existence away and get no less than 2 phone calls every 3 minutes for the rest of the day. Have to mail some packages and so spend close to 3 hours prepping, taping, re-taping, re-packaging, re-leasing swear words into my head. Get into Van Helsing(my Honda) to a smell that can only be described as death. Play twenty questions with my self about it's origin; Animal? Vegetable? Definitely not a mineral. Fully unwrap scenty tree hoping to mask smell.(I really don't have time to take care of it now) Head to post office where I cruelly judge postal woman for her Bumpits hair piece and feel true shame. Spend a small fortune to send the goods. Go see mama in hospital, and want to cry. Woman is in so much pain and so hopped up on pain meds. Not used to seeing her this way. She is the woman who actually mopped her floor when she had pneumonia, because, "it needed it". Nothing gets her down. Feel like I am five and useless and wish I were a better daughter. Run home to kiddos. Need to clean the whole house before tomorrow, realtor coming. Have been de-junking and organizing house so it literally looks like WWIII. 2 year old and baby decide at the same moment that they NEED me. One to be fed one to be cuddled. House languishes in filth. Make a quick, quasi-nutritious, quasi-edible dinner. Baby decides to have an explodo-diaper that only a warm bath will fix. Eat, clean, clean, feed baby(so messy, that baby cereal), clean baby, jammies, scriptures, prayer, talk to hubby on phone, 2 year old decides she is "too scary" to sleep and proceeds to mess up recently cleaned room. 10 year old "can't fall asleep" and wants to figure out were Boston is on the map. Freak out a bit which quiets all children. Breathe deep for the first time all day. Blog. What? Holy Banana, what a day.