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!

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!