Foot Long Floaters

 There are just some things about being a mom. . . that I'm not sure get rewarded, other than the fact that it might just be plain and simple pay-back

  I voluntered to give Olivia a bath last night only to hear a loud fart followed by a brown substance coming out her bottom. To which I stand there stupified, wondering how I shall fish it out. I do not have a plastic glove container on my wall beside the door, perhaps I will buy myself one for christmas. Do you take the kid out and then the terd? The terd and then the kid? Do you grab a spoon? A towel? a washcloth? Do you yell at your husband? He typically laughs and doesn't rescue me from my plight, meanwhile the terd is still swimming, I am still standing there. It doesn't get better unless you just dive in, Grab & Run. I don't enjoy it. Never mind the fact that Bodie did the same thing a precious few nights ago.

Something about this makes my nerves jingle.

Random Shots & Fruit Flies

Who's hair is this cute???? :)

At the pumpkin patch

Sun was to bright

Mr. Chubby legs. I think his knees
resemble cinnamon rolls.

Two days a month we go to McKids
for a "playdate/group" thing. They
do all kinds of stuff with the
kiddos. I'm ridiculously partial
to this picture.

Had a pesky ear infection

At the fair :)

   As for the fruit flies in the title. . . if you drive by our house and you think you see me dancing, I am chasing the most annoying fruit flies in the world. I am so mad at them I could scream. Who gave them such a mild name??? In reality they are fruit vultures. Sorry that once again it's taken me so long to blog. . . I am IN LOVE with crocheting. Who would have thot? My mom used to drag me to yarn stores and I thot she was having hallucinations. Yarn??? I drag it every where I go. . .  driving, inlaws, to bed, the brown chair, kitchen table. It's nuts. I have 3 minute windows in my day and I crochet. I am trying to make a blanket for sis's Dr. Seuss's room. If I EVER get it finished I shall show you.

 Also. . . my mom and sis have started up a blog to "showcase" what they do in their spare time. Mom makes something continuously and Shona makes books, wedding, baby, guest books and whatever else you might need here is the link Each New Blossom  if your bored and want to take a peek. I will also try to put a tab at the top of my blog to. Well from the fruit fly infested house, good day :)

To My Little Girl

  It's been two years now since I sat down with a box of kleenex and wrote you a letter. How time flies! But yet we remember you as tho it were yesterday. I'm sure you are happy up there, and I suppose you look just like your sister, she is in fact, very cute. Some things have changed, Daddy and me are wiser, ( we hope) sissy is older, and then we had a little brother, he is blond with blue eyes, and sometimes when he is asleep I look at him and he looks just like you did when you were asleep.
  It's hard to not have you here, How cute would you be bumbling around town with your sister? You'd have fun with Dad, even if he is a giant mess somedays. He still puts his keys and phone and wallet all an inch apart on the kitchen counter, you'd think he used a measuring tape,some things never change. Sister bit his finger the other nite, I heard this loud yelp, followed by muttering. I guess her teeth are sharp.
  Fall is coming now, so the air is crisper, the mums are blooming, and all the yellow ones have your name dancing around them. Life has went on, but you stay in our hearts. There are a few monumental highlights in our life.

 The day the church doors opened and I saw your daddy in his black suit.

The night they showed us two little identical girls.

The morning daddy carried you out of church in your little white box.

 &. . . then the morning we met your squiggly wiggly little brother.

 How we miss you, it has never quite been the same with you gone. The last two days, sissy and bubba have pooped their pants in unison, you suppose you would have joined in? Daddy asked me the other night if I could imagine two little girls that looked exactly the same, I can't imagine :) I suppose it would be way too much "cute" for a person to fathom.
    We want to raise them right, because someday they will want to meet you, so remember us in your prayers, daddy and me make mistakes sometimes, but we try to do it as best we know how. To see you all together will be the crowning moment in our hearts, so while you're up there and we're down here, remember that we love you, we never forget, and we anxiously await the day we get to see your face again.

So. . .not goodbye. . .but just awhile. . .
we love you little girl.

olivia dean's 2nd birthday

Highlights of life

sis in her "go & grow" chair

close up

side view

boy. . .

. . . talk

& these last two pictures portray
what vaccuming does
to the kiddos. . .  not to
mention I have a HOOVER. Had Kirby-boy
told me his Kirby would put my little
people to sleep, I may have considered
spending three million seven hundred ninety
eight thousand.

:)

Kirby

Who knew?

Did you know?

I didn't know that Kirby is the most amazing thing that has hit planet earth.
In fact, if you own one, you might should check your closet & see if it's still
there, it may have very well indeed sprouted wings, and left you high and dry.
They are MAG-I-CAL. No other words can define those particular inventions.
Turn that thing on, and you will not have one spec of dirt left in your house. You will
also have just protected your home equity, you see, 50 % of your equity is wrapped up
in your carpet. So by all means run your Kirby over your floors, because when you sell your
home, you don't want to think to yourself, "dude, if only I had Kirby-d my carpets, I could be
making such a bigger profit". Indeed, you wouldn't want your children to "get" a bacteria in
their system and wind up with pneumonia, now would you? Fatal. They are pretty economical,
the bag lasts a year. 365 whole days. What other bag do you know of that lasts that long?
See, you can't even think of one. One swipe with that machine and you get a white circular
pad full of sand. The very same sand in which is used in sand paper to sand down your furniture.
Definitely not something you want in your carpet. Neither do you want regular dirt in it, because
when it gets wet, you are basically bringing MUD, you heard me, mud, into your home. Now
don't we all take pride in not having mud in our house?

There is one particular blond headed salesperson, dripping sweat off his nose, living in Wichita that NEVER wants to see me again.

Some lady came to the door, ( I never am gullible, yet on this afternoon I was) told me she would quite literally FOAM my dirty steps (for FREE! ! ! ! !) and be gone in less than 30 minutes, and then when the store opened up here in town I would be standing in the line out the door wanting my carpets to be cleaned. What a deal, huh?

That is not what happened. I was attacked by a Kirby salesperson, and from here on out I am THE ONLY PERSON that will be vaccuming my carpeted steps. Period. End of the story. After a full 30 minutes of him "wow-ing" over his round dirt-filled pads, I firmly told him, while under my frizzy mop of hair, to pack his stuff up and be on with it. Well, he had 70 pads left to go. You have got to be kidding me. . . who vaccumes with 100 pads? I had dirt-filled sandy pads all over this house. Dirty Grimy Bacteria-y Me.

In the middle of this, Josh gets home, gets in on the calamity, and calmly tells him, "if she says leave, you should leave". ( he knows this from experience :) ) It's funny now but while he was bringing me pad after pad, I was not a happy camper.

I now know what KPI stands for.

the 4th