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!

An open letter to solicitors

Dear Solicitor (that means YOU who ring my doorbell while knocking incessantly),

I work full time from home. I have a newborn and a toddler as well as a Kinder student who has to be picked up daily. I don’t want the steaks from your truck freezer, no matter how cheap they are. Any newspapers go straight to recycling. I’ve already found Jesus. He lives in my heart, my children’s hearts and my husband’s heart. He also talks to the preacher two doors down. I don’t want you to do my yardwork, housework, or paint my house. I don’t have the money to buy from your child’s fundraiser. I don’t want Girl Scout cookies or a subscription to a magazine I’ll never have a chance to read. I’m lucky I can read the can I grab from the pantry for dinner.

Now. If you still feel like your product, service, or charity requires you to knock on my door. Go ahead. But be warned, I probably won’t be very chatty. You’ll be lucky if I’m civil and not downright rude. Better yet. Don’t knock. Call me and make an appointment! What, you don’t have my number? Then you really don’t need to talk to me huh?

School & Growing Babies

Mikayla's first week of Kindergarten has gone amazingly well. Her first day she was practically kicking me out of the classroom after the first minute. The second day didn't go quite as smoothly, but there were no tears and there was no major drama. By the end of the week, she had the process down. Starting tomorrow, the girl goes in on her own! Amazing ain't it!

David is growing! I was looking at his sweet face today while he was nursing and noticed that his head has gotten bigger! I'm sure it's not by much, but it was enough for me to notice. His cheeks are chubbier. His arms aren't quite as stickly, and his little chicken legs are FINALLY starting to fill out. Thank Goodness! I was getting tired of pee and poo seeping out of the leg holes of EVERY diaper I own (both cloth and disposable!) He does still have a frog look to him though. BIG ole belly and tiny little heiny. I know it will change and when it does, I'll be sad!

Diapers for Two

Doing diapers for two is, well, exhausting. And I'm using disposables part time on Bryson. I don't want to push him, but I can't wait until that boy learns how to use the potty. The above picture is ONE DAY worth of laundry. For Bryson there are 3 pockets, 1 all in one, and 4 fitteds for a total of 8 diapers. For David, there are 7 fitteds, 4 prefolds and 2 all in ones for a total of 13 diapers. And then there is the pile of wipes, extra doublers, and random pile of momma cloth on the floor. When you go through 21 diapers in one day, you have to wash diapers EVERY DAY. Just no way around it. The pail gets full and if you delayed it (because you know you have enough diapers) you'd just wind up doing two loads of diapers in one day, which would be worse.

However, with all of that said, I'll just say, Man I'm glad we use cloth diapers. I can't imagine the fortune we'd be throwing away every day if we used disposables. If you figure 17 cents per diaper (on the low end), we'd be throwing away $3.57 every day. That's $24.99 per week, $1299.48 per year. And that's if the kids don't get sick and burn through say, 15 diapers in one day with explosive poo. Knowing I've only spent something like $400 on the diapers I have in my house, I'm happy we use cloth!

Pictures for you.. Finally!

David likes his fingers!


Proud Big Brother Bryson (complete with Impetigo sores under his nose)


Big sister Mikayla holding baby brother for the first time.


David all wrapped up in my knock off Moby wrap


All three of my guys together.