Happy Thanksgiving

This past year has been rough for us. We have a lot to be thankful for in spite of that. First, we have three amazing healthy children. Mikayla is in school, Bryson is a typical toddler boy, and David, well he's an amazing little baby. Thank God we made it through David's birth.

I'm thankful that we have a roof over our heads and food on the table. We have clothes to wear and lights in our house. I'm thankful that we have a large, loving family. Thankful that we have great friends who really care. And thankful that we both have decent jobs.

Apparently, Bryson is thankful for Pumpkin Pie!


(Don't worry folks, that's a butter knife!)

Chatting away

David is garnering a lot of attenion lately by talking to us.


Oh.. and just in case you were wondering what my now almost 4 month old, once very ill preemie baby now weighs.... EIGHTEEN POUNDS 7 ounces. YIKES! He is less than one pound away from TRIPLING his birth weight. Yeah. That's supposed to happen around the time they turn a year old!

Comments Please!

Because I fear I'm doing all this blogging and no one is reading.. Please oh please oh please, post a comment if you visit. I just feel like no one loves me (yeah pitiful me) and I want to know who's visiting. I added a nifty tracker so I can see where people are coming from, and it's changing every time I visit, so I *know* people are visiting, I just want to know who!

So who does he look like?

I get that question all the time about David. When he was first born, he was the spitting image of Bryson. Now, I think he looks like Mikayla. You try to figure it out. I'm not going to tell you who is who, you get to guess. And no girly clothing to give anything away either!



On other news, we're having Thanksgiving with my sister in law and my husband's side of the family on Thursday. Brad will be working, so we're also going to have a small family Thanksgiving at home on Sunday. Yummy turkey for a whole week!

Today, I folded and stacked ALL the clean clothes. My new laundry rule is IF YOU CAN REACH THE PLACE IT BELONGS, YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO PUT IT AWAY. So Mikayla can manage to put away ALL of her clothes because she can reach all of the drawers. Bryson can only manage his pants because that's the only drawer he can reach. And guess what, Brad can reach all of his drawers as well, so I'm no longer responsible for putting away his laundry.

My stress levels have risen to an all time high trying to do everything. Therefor, in addition to my new laundry rule, I also have a "stuff" rule. It goes like this I WILL ASK YOU ONE TIME TO PUT SOMETHING AWAY. AFTER THAT, I PUT IT AWAY. IN THE TRASH. AND IT STAYS THERE.

I'm also planning on using the long Thanksgiving weekend to go through the kids clothing and get rid of things that no longer fit (over half of their clothes) and things that are the wrong season (about a quarter of it) and that should leave 1/4 of the clothes currently in their drawers. I'm also going to go through all toys. If it hasn't seen the light of day and the love of kiddos hands in the past two weeks, it's leaving the house. What's left must fit in their toy drawer (each kid has one). I figure less toys will equal less stress. It worked in the past, but kids accumulate stuff.

I just don't understand...

How taking a nap can be so bad that you make yourself throw up TWELVE times. Yes folks. TWELVE times I cleaned up puke. Twice off the floor, the other ten times out of a bucket. Bryson absolutely refused his nap today, as shown by the puking. I made him spend the rest of the day as a "sick" kid. NO going outside to play. NO good snacks, only crackers and water. NO fun TV shows. Man I was mean!

Good thing I love them..

Because otherwise, I'd have to kick all the kids out of the house. Today was a bit trying with the two boys.

Today Bryson:
-peed in the trashcan just because he could.

-filled a toy bin with water and dumped it on the floor. VERY Sneaky cuz he had the water barely turned on so I couldn't hear it.

-Figured out how to open the chest freezer, take a step stool and dig around in the baskets for stuff (corn dogs and popsicles).

-poured his koolaid from his sports top bottle over every window sill in the kitchen.

-poured his koolaid from a different straw cup into a bowl full of sliced apples.

-spit chewed up apples into my hair brush (YUCK!)


However, in order to redeem himself he:

-learned how to sweep the kitchen floor because he said "It very dirty in here"

-asked for (and received) a cuddle at bed time.

David was pretty much a typical 3 month old today. Nursed all morning. Fought sleep much of the afternoon. Smiled and GIGGLED during bath time.



In other house events... Mikayla's school is having a 50s sing along on Friday and there is no way I'll be able to go with both boys and no sitters. She hasn't asked if I"m going yet though, so I'm just praying she doesn't ask so I don't have to disappoint her. Going to school has made her sassy mouth even worse. It was so bad yesterday I had to send her friends home and send her to bed early and without her TV show. Tonight was only slightly better.

As for me, I've just been doing normal keeping house sort of things (laundry, cooking, cleaning). I've also started knitting another pair of pants for David. They might be done sooner than the last pair!

Knitting~

I finally finished David's knitted pants. These pants seemed to be cursed at the beginning. I cast on the wrong number of stitches and had a pair of pants that could have fit Mikayla. So I ripped it out and started over. Forgot to use smaller needles when doing the ribbing, so I ripped again and started for the third time. The body went quickly. The legs took forever. But they're finished, and they fit, and they're fully functional!


Then I was going to do another pair of pants for David, but Mikayla complained. So, on went a hat for her. I finished the entire thing last night. She woke me up this morning with a smile on her face and a hat on her head.


Next up.. A hat for Bryson. Off to find a pattern.

My own little Al Bundy

It seems that even though my boy has NEVER seen Married...With Children, he somehow has picked up on Al Bundy's bad habits. He sleeps with his hand in his pants. Yup. Every night. Totally funny. And do NOT attempt to remove said hand from said boys pants. It will wake him up. I guess he likes to make sure nothing sneaks away in the night.

We have Pictures!

First Up... Our chunky three month old sucking on his fist


Then.. Same chunky month old less than impressed with his Halloween costume.



What said three month old actually wore on the trick-or-treat tirade.


What the other two wore. A black cat (whose ears refuse to show up in this picture) and a frog.. Again..


What happens when 2.5 year olds play in the laundry room.


And what happens when 2.5 year olds dress themselves.

Promise we're still alive!

I promise we're still alive over here. It's just been crazy busy. I've got lots of pictures to upload. Lots of things to say. The kids are growing (too fast!) and doing well. I'm crazy with paying work and regular house work. Hubby is back to the job after being off on FMLA. Cat is insane-o.

I'll try to get those pics up for everyone soon!