Flea Bites Bite

Well we are back, and I have one very last load of laundry going, after 12 hours of it. We had a BLAST, but in no way was it the least bit relaxing!







This is how she fell asleep on the airplane, after a 10 minute tantrum. Sitting up, sucker falling out, and when I tried to lay her down she kinda freaked and went right back to the same position!

Highlights:
*Flea Bites, if you couldn't tell from the title.
*Hadley had absolutely NO FEAR towards the costumed characters. In fact, WATCH THIS. Actually, that video was probably the 3rd time she had mauled, I mean seen Dora for the day.
*Famous words of an 11 year old:
-(as we are checking in the rental car) "Hey Brent! Where did that big scratch go?"
-(as we are in line for security at the airport) "What were you guys saying about you could pack liquids that explode?"
-(in the HUGE CROWDED line for Universal Studios) " I bet midgets are happy to come here! Its cheap for them!" For kids/persons under 42" there was a slight discount.
-Donald Duck dancing with Hadley
-Dora
-Dora
-coming home to my comfy, bug free bed
-I lOvE Disney land. It was by far the best. It is so magical, and so fun to see the little ones light up at every little thing!

Stupid Nose

Well, noses maybe. Mine has completely shut down, allowing the smallest pin hole only in one nostril for me to breath through. And for some reason trying to breath through my mouth only leaves me suffocating, like it is against every natural reflex my body has. Noses because as I laid in bed for the last 90 sleepless, airless minutes (and I didn't get to bed till 12.30....its now 5) I would loved to have leaned over and screamed at my husband "QUIT SNORING!" and pushed him off the bed.

It could have a small something to do with the fact that my older brother will be here in 75 minutes to escort Brent, Haddie, my nephew Connor and I to the airport. This is where I am nervous. No...not to fly, but making it through security, taking off 8 pairs of shoes, praying the 11 year old has NOT tried to be sneaky and bring his bear-hunting knife, and that I can wrangle I and the 2 year old back into shoes and backpacks before she announces "I RUN! I FUN!" and takes off. We are going to Disney, Sea World, Zoo and Universal, and I am putting my tail between my legs and packing the toddler leash, and printing off stickers "This child belongs to...please call if found..." to put inside all of her shirts. I am not lying. This kid loves to run.

Funny conversation we had last night in the car (for Grandma)
Brent and I chattered on, what we still needed to pack, charge camera batteries...Blah blah blah.

Haddie: No daddy, I talk a (to) mommy! (more of a yell)

Me:OK Haddie, what do want to talk about?

Haddie:Umm...Ummm...Ummm....Mommy? My hair so cute? so pretty?

Brent: Oh my, you are SUCH a girl

Me: (so proud) YES BABY! Your hair is SO cute!

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Off to do my hair, get dressed, try and wake up family, pack Tylenol PM maybe, and pray that my brother didn't think I meant 6.15 pm.
Im going to Disneyland!

4 & 1/2 months pregnant, but FINALLY I get to go to Disneyland. Watch out kids, crazed woman coming through...

I like pepper

Every night at dinner we come across the same problem. Hadley wants to put massive amounts of pepper on her food, we tell her no, and it hits the fan. So tonight we tried a little "I told you so." It worked as good as everything else we try with her...It didn't. Just watch and learn how the pros do it.
Licking the pepper. Even snorting it a little. No bother yet...
Adding more...
and yet more again...
Finally! "Pepper Hot!" The I told you so moment. Wait, no. She says "I like pepper!"
Now, big gulps and a bath. And please child, DO NOT TOUCH YOUR EYES!
Posts like these are not for everyone, mostly Grandmas who giggle at this and then tell all their friends.
Egg dying: As if you haven't seen enough of these type of pictures. Notice the toddler eating a Popsicle? Yes, that is my egg thrower. First egg down within 60 seconds. Oh wait. Not down, not dropped, no "oops" here. The egg was CHUCKED at McKaela, splattering the door behind her. Temper, this child!
The most decorating she did the rest of the night.
I was really fascinated by this egg, as fascinated as you can get by dyed eggs...
Showing off our new manicures...Fun spring break with Aunt Kacy. Haddie had her toes painted, too. She lets everyone know "Guy do it, Guy paint my toes."
Easter Morning. I realized later as I was telling Brents sweet, humble, very religious Grandmother all about Hadleys basket, that the Easter Bunny had quite a rebellious streak. A gun, butterfly tattoos, and a toolbox. Yes, I did cover my toddler with tattoos, strapped a gun to her belt and sent her off to Grandmas with her toolbox. Not to worry though, she still loves pink and her growing collection of tutus! I'm not training a tom-boy! I just want her to be well rounded?
Ant pile.
Flying a kite with Daddy, probably the best part of the day for her.


I took a few pictures of my BFF Tiffany's babies. They are so cute!




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And Finally...
To my Mom, Grandma, Aunts, Brothers, Cousins and whole entire family...not to mention my Gramps. I love you and you are all on my mind this week, as always, especially tomorrow. Love you.

naughty naughty naughty.

Tuesday 4:45. I have already vacuumed twice. Mom and I have painted, I have to be to a work meeting in an hour, Brent is on his way home, and Hadley...glued to the tv. Do I dare? I do. I shower quickly, leaving my bedroom door open so I can hear Hadley. At one point she comes into the bathroom and jibber jabbers, I tell her "Go watch your show" she says "ah wight" and I continue washing. When I get out, I think, "ok. something is not right" So dripping wet, with only my towel...Yes I really can be mad at this face!
This is GoldBond Body Powder. With Menthol.
This child will go places in life. She can do a lot in a short amount of time, and she is very meticulous. She even takes the time to sprinkle powder on every item left on the floor. Her apron...
The chair, and all of the floor under it...
All the junk I had pulled out of her "new bedroom" to paint in there...she even got the framed picture and all of the VHS videos...
She insists on posing. Just evidence in my opinion.
At this point its still a little funny, till I realize how it must feel in her eyes. I strip her down to her diaper. She automatically takes off her diaper. She then starts patting her bum and body with her GoldBond Menthol powder covered hands. This is the part I start to freak a little.
Between looking at the clock, wondering WHERE IS my husband, what is taking him so long, my towel is falling off, starting to vacuum and ITS NOT COMING UP...This is when I start to cry.
These pictures don't show the half of it. It is sprinkle all the way down my hall, on everything. And it doesn't clean up easily.
Dora is still on, and I shut the vacuum off to reposition my towel. Hadley walks up to me butt naked (as am I) and says "You dance me? Mamba?" Laugh. Cry. Curse. Brent walks in and I am saved. I dress and leave him with a mess to clean up. For the love. And I am having another lovely girl. Double trouble...Oh the drama. Would it have been this big of a deal to me if I had not been overtaken by hurry and hormones? Probably just as big of a deal, just without the tears. Just more cursing.
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Its time again to wish this young man:A very happy Birthday. I have a soft spot in my heart for him and his sweetness. I have a big surprise for him...Not telling now. Lets just say it will be a late birthday present, a long time coming. Love you Bear.

And to show my latest crafties...I promise I am not just trying to sneak in more pictures of Hadley. She wont leave. She is pooping while she is smiling for the camera, mind you. Very photogenic. If I was to do this I would not take such a good picture. Anyway, this is my great-grandmothers old suitcase I made into Hadleys dress-ups case.
In between pictures she would run to look at herself on the camera, and run back to pose some more.
Oh, and I love the way the suitcase turned out.