Being a Princess is Haaard Wooork

I decided the other day I was going to take a picture of Hadley every time she changed her clothes in one 12 hour period. I was able to capture HALF of her outfits.(click on picture to enlarge)Sad thing is, I outdo her every morning getting ready for work.

more faves (without the laundry)
*chubby baby blowouts lead to sink baths. I forget how slippery wet babies are! *my first "mommy clothes" hoodie refashion. old hoodie rarely worn + grey maternity t-shirt cut apart = new MOM hoodie. I wore it today and felt a smidge more fashionable and accessorized it with my turquoise boots, dangle earrings, and spit up.*and a cutie Caleb, my friends baby. He wasn't to happy about the bounce house. Love the pout, perfect picture, couldn't resist sharing!

One more year of young

29. Happy Birthday to me! PHEW! One last year to be a twenty-something, then its time to start shopping at Christopher Banks and wear tapestry socks to match my latest seasonal sweater. Think I can find some with *BELLS* and flashing lights on them? But until then I can still shop in the Juniors department...right?

Its crazy how life has changed in the last 10, or even 5 years. I used to enjoy a good blow out, getting my hair styled, nice and big and smooth. Now a blow out is different, when I am covered in baby poo and never know who to clean first...me or baby. And how to get her onesie off of her big head without smearing her own poo all over her face!

And my Dashing Prince, Brent. Who was all about parties, friends, and fast cars now sings a "I'm gonna get your booger" song in a high pitched, cartoon voice while changing a baby bum. He has gone from the latest in music to the latest in Princess Fashion, and is the only one in the house who truly understands how to set up a Princess Castle. Don't get me wrong, he is still just as dashing as ever, and the sweet hubs threw a surprise dinner for me last night with all my family and friends. What a good guy! And I really am a good wife too, because he is SO EASY to get info out of, and I didn't try at all to trick him into telling me and ruining my own surprise! Yeah me!

Speaking of bums in my house, one less is wearing diapers! Little Miss Hadley Jo is POTTY TRAINED! It has only taken trying on and off for 6 months, 27 wet spots on my carpet, a 5 pound bag of M&Ms, and every bribe known to man. But we made it, one month shy of her 3rd birthday. I must admit, its more of a pain to have a toilet trained child. Shopping trips used to be a lot easier when she could just wet herself, and I would change her when we got home! Now we are bolting from one side of the store to another, avoiding catastrophic accidents. Oy.

It has been a good year. Overall, I'm saying. Don't get me wrong, 4 hospital trips, expensive car problems, the soap-opera that is our daily family life, sad deaths, a sweet and wonderful birth, many weekend getaways. But who's counting right? I'd just like to thank Fiber One, Victoria's Secret, and Excedrin Migraine. Without you...Id be lost. and backed up. And my Family. I love you. And my friends, well...Brent told me last night after our party that I really don't have a lot of friends. So to my few friends over the age of 5...Love ya! Just thought I would throw this in there. My Mother-in-law likes my socks. I do too, I like how they match my ROCKIN SWEATER!

random thougts. oh wait. thoughts.

~you know your kids received way too much for Christmas when now, 2 weeks later, there are toys still around that are untouched and still in their original packages. Do I a)hide them and re-wrapp them for next year b)keep as re-gifts and save some money for birthdays? Im sure my friends little boy would love a Susie Talks A Lot for his first birthday! c)open them and put them in the toy box then DI them in a few months? or D)try the ol return without receipt game and get back a whoppin $6.50 to buy a package of toilet paper and some teething gel.

~sometimes "being a woman" is a bother. In honor of my Aunt Sue who loves to hear about everyones health ailments, Im going to complain about my week long headache. For the first time in over a year, I was visited my my ugly cousin (also known as my period, how ever you want nickname it) and was blessed with this pulsating pain that moves from my cheeks and nose, to temples, to forehead but mostly behind my right ear and down my neck. For about 6 days I have tolerated it and been able to control it. But know I am on the verge of a drug overdose and it hasn't touched the pain. I dont believe they are migraines, and the pain wouldn't bother me if I didn't need to leed a functioning life. I mostly hate them because they make me really snappy and ornery, and on a beautifully smoggy day like today when I finally have a weekend off with my family, I would like to be happy and fun. Not mean and ornery, telling everyone to be quiet and you stink, you make me want to throw up.

~We are on day 4 of potty training and doing WELL! Who knew what she needed was some minor threats. Mostly that "3 year olds don't wear diapers" and "only girls who wear big girl undies and don't have accidents get a BIG HUGE BIRTHDAY PARTY at BOONDOCKS!" So, for us it's tiny bits of juice, small car rides, and many extra clothes to pack.

~Baby Fats woke up with a fever today. Oh man. When will I be cool and collected? Anytime the girls show the slightest bit of sickness I panic and fret all day. She is asleep on my lap now, calm and cool. And from the other room, not a bathroom, Hadley has declared "MOM! I POOPED!" Ah. Sigh. Keep calm, and try not to throw up.
(10 minutes later) Funny to see little ones who have pooped in undies. It looks like they have grown a tail!

~My wonderful SIL, our *Naunty* (nanny-aunt?) sent me some lovelies: She is so chubbly and pinchable!Oh the thighs! She is so fun to lather up with lotion! And...oops. Perfect picture moment. This is what our girl is ALWAYS doing. If you see a stain on my clothing, its best not to ask, because yes, it is poop or spit-up. And no, Im not going to change my clothes, Im sick of the laundry.

pinches

Im to that point in my blog that kinda reminds me of my checking account register. Where I really intend to keep it up to date, but I get so far behind writing stuff down and balancing it (who cares now with on line banking, right?) that instead of re-writing my monthly statement, I just draw a big line and start over.
Balance as of Jan 6,2010...--------------------------------------------
Wow life gets crazy, eh? Between pinching fat baby legs every free minute, and beating my own BEJEWLED score (yeah me, finally over 200,000!) I just dont have much time left for blogging! It seems like that there is plenty to do, like wiping spit-up off my entire upper body, tending to a somewhat lower mileage truck that needs more repairs than an 97 year old man, a toddler to de-constipate, a bum to change, doctors to see (ours is really getting to know us!), friends to neglect, and coffee to make. Not to mention our daily chores, jobs and "has anyone seen the screaming babies binky?" These, by the way, are not excuses. It is my round about way of catching everyone up on our lives!
*first solids
Husby: Brent has been really busy with work. We live in Utah. Unfortunately for us, it snows. He spends 6-8 extra hours working EVERY TIME it snows. We havent seen much of him lately, and when we do he is usually dusted in a heavy film of salt, and complains about the snow, eats dinner and goes to bed. He is a very hard worker, and we are all counting down the days to spring (72! woo hoo). Well, with the exception of him nearly dying recently, and being brought back to life thanks to 40$ in Kleenex Puffs, DayQuil, NyQuil, a new Wii Mario game and 3 days of lying on the couch, moaning some more. I just dont think men should be allowed to come down with such horrific illnesses such as the common cold. Especially when they are such caring creatures who, when their wife has just shot an over 8 pound baby out of an opening roughly bigger than her nostril, and is trying to hold it together while her nipples have left for the month and been replaced with oozing cankers, and her upper body has filled up with milk from the bottom of her chin to the back of her armpits, and her toddler has made many attempts at getting rid of her new baby sister, has decided he is bored and needs to undertake a huge garage project which requires disappearing into the boys only section of the house for many, many hours a day. I love this man, but next time he has a cold, headache or even a hurt wrist, I am thinking of calling Hospice.
*Christmas Eve tradition: Jammies and new books
Hadley: Little Miss Sunshine has been a rootin-tootin good time. 2009 was crazy for her, but wonderful too. We started 2009 in the ER room with her, and ended 2009 in the ER room with her. She has grown so much, loves to dance, change her clothes, sing happy then sing angry (same thing, only her hands are claw-like and she scrunches her nose) We seem to be rounding a potty-trained corner, and after talking about it for the last 6 months her birthday is about 6 weeks away. She loves to be tended by her aunt Kari and playing with her idol Paigey, and tells me all sorts of dirty secrets about them! We hope to be enrolling her into dance classes soon, and thinking of preschool too!She was so fun for Christmas this year. She got a new bike, and ballet shoes that we have to pry off her feet before leaving the house. She cried when she realized Santa had been to our house while she was asleep, and *gasp* hadn't taken the stack of pennies she had left by the cookies. Oh, honey. Santa didn't know those where for him!
Miss Spits aka Wesley Ann: She is growing so fast, and I am finally proud to say she has spent the last 2 nights in her own room! (after a week of waking mom and dad up every 3 hours)She has been working hard on laughing, chewing her own tongue, and earning a few more thigh rolls and cankle chunks. This child is almost always smiling and she smiles with every bit of her body. Her 4 month visit was "perfect" and she weighs 15 3, and rolled from her belly to back today for the first time!
Me: Life has been crazy, stressful and a little discouraging(especially my waistline!). But that all changed when I walked into Victoria Secret this week. Its amazing what a new bra and yummy lotions can do for your spirits. So while I sit and eat Dorritos, dreaming of being skinny for Mexico this spring, wishing I could be driving around in my new SUV, its good to know that 40$ in elastic and padding have brought some happy thoughts.