this is why...

I will go grocery shopping ALONE from now on.

It's always nap time. No way around it. We are ALWAY shopping when one or more child is "cranky" and I think to myself "it's her naptime".

Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!
WWHHAATT!!

One 9 month old + one bottle + a tendency to throw things = one cracked bottle, milk covering mom's feet, flip flops and skirt, and dirty looks from anyone walking around our puddle in the aisle.

Candy in open bins. IE: Jelly Belly's. It does not take long for a 3 year old to stick one grubby hand in a bin, and shove jelly beans in her mouth as fast as she can. Then, when told NO, throwing the rest on the floor and continuing with a 30 minute tantrum.

Mom! Mom! Mom! What are these?
Green Beans. Put them back. You don't touch food we are not buying.
(SNAP). WOW! These break!

Mom, I need to go potty. Mom, I need to go potty. Mom, I need to go potty.
Ditch cart, run to potty holding baby. Help 3 year old up on potty...Hadley? Where are your underwear? (shrugs) "Um, I didn't want to wear vem." Listening to her tinkle, and almost wet my own pants. Manage my pants down while holding chubby 9 month old on lap, make potty, pull up unders 1 handed, 3 year old opening stall door, HELLO WORLD! Notice baby is wet, and now, so is my shirt. And it's not urine.

Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Look at that really short daddy! He's so short! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH How cute!

Mom! Look at me! Im a fast runner!
Ya, really fast at plowing into other people and their carts.

Mom, I need this. Mom, I need this.
Hadley, put it back. No, put it back. I said NO. PUT IT BACK.

All this, and I still forgot at least 5 things I had on my list. Mostly due to the fact the half of my list that was not eaten by baby, was so slobbery I gave up reading it.

That is my sob story. I know everyone has been there, and it isn't my last time. Some time down the road I will laugh and miss days like this. But for now, spray & washing poop out of my shirt and un-smooshing my bread makes me a little ornery.

2 Excedrin Migraines, Taco Bell and a whole bar of chocolate later and I finally feel like I can look at the girls without crying.

~squishies~

no words needed.












I painted this message center as a Christmas present from my sweet Mother in law in December, and it has sat on my window seat since then. Finally, I decided I should make it "ours" and painted it blue!

it's a long one...

My posts are getting fewer and fewer, with more time in between! I know there are some who hang on the edge of their seat to hear about the latest 3 year old catastrophe, or the newest shade of boogies seeping from a 9 month old nose. I'd like to say I am busier, but I don't think I have been? Ok, I'll say it. Im busier. Between cleaning faces, cleaning bums, picking whiskers (my own), camping, cleaning house, working, reading (loving Patricia Cornwell), cooking, feeding, falling asleep watching tv, nagging my husband, cutting up old shirts to "re purpose" only to throw them away or never wear them, finishing off a half bags of Dorritos (not everyday, just today), and scanning blogs and worrying about others busy lives, I just don't make time to sit and chat about my own!
The last few months have lead us all over. Our 5 year anniversary was in April, and we ventured to Zions National Park. 6 slow hours in the truck, towing a trailer, changing baby blowouts, making a toddler run laps in parking lots around the truck to wear her down, all to sit in the campground and try to keep Hadley from throwing rocks at the "neighbors" 3-legged, 1-eyed, shivery shitsu. And it was AWESOME! Zions is beautiful. Hadley loved hiking, roasting marshmallows, urinating outside and flashing the other campers. Wesley loved being outside, eating, and eating some more. And all the small pebbles within reach of her received a complimentary spit bath. Brent did his usual "made 3 new friends" and made google eyes at his awesome fire making skills. I myself mainly read, cooked, and tried to fight the urge stand on the bench, wiggle, stomp and scream when the squirrels where surrounding in hoards to collect scraps of food.






And then...There was Playa Del Carmen, Mexico. Oh, the feelings I have about Mexico. To some, it is just a simple 7 day trip, or a vacation they call it. I felt this trip to Mexico was more stressful than planning my wedding. I had so much anxiety about leaving the girls, had we not paid, I wouldn't have gone. It was harder to leave them than anything I have had to do, including hospital visits with them. That being said, I was also a Rock Star. When I got past my once daily dose of tears, made it through breakfast without pulling strange babies to my bosom, and found out it would cost over $300 to change plane tickets for an earlier date, I did pretty good. Brent, of course, could barely remember our children's names 2 days in. Actually by the 5th day I was lucky he remembered mine!
We really indulged on our trip, and it was wonderful. Massages on the beach, food, drinks, loud music, too much sun, night swimming, clubbing, staying up to watch the sunrise, deep sea fishing, golfing, snorkeling, tubing, along with great friends and lots of laughs. I was feeling pretty tough the first night, and we all had wandered out to see the ocean...at last. I decided it would, hee-hee, be funny if I tried to shove my husband into the ocean. I failed. In return, I was launched into the ocean, laughing hysterically, rocks breaking my fall, and surfaced just as someone asked "weren't you wearing glasses?" Well, my "tough-guy" attitude cost me $356.99! Lucky for me I had brought extra contact lenses...
Brents biggest thrill of the trip was the long walks on the beach with his wife to collect shells, and sitting with her in the sand letting the waves hit their legs. Pshaw. Right. Brent caught a fish. A 40+ lb. Mahi Mahi. And if you haven't heard about it by now, you are one of the lucky ones, or you need your hearing checked. The boy was almost in tears, holding up his catch. I walked up to the pier just in time to talk him out of an $800 PLASTIC REPLICA, and was lucky enough the other wives were there to back me up! It was really neat to see him have so much fun, giddy and glowing just like an 8 year old boy, and I was glad to spend $30 in pictures so he could save me $770 for new glasses, and, you know, our HOUSE PAYMENT!!
His other thrill, besides the topless European women, was an ocean bottom walk, where he wore a helmet that fed him oxygen, and walked along the bottom of the ocean holding onto a bar, while scuba diver/guides directed fish toward him and let him touch them. Like 5 foot barracuda fish. I had left my brave shoes at the hotel, along with my Zanex, brown paper breathing bag, and my stupidity, so I sat safely on the beach and held my breath until he resurfaced.


















We made it home just in time for my sweet, mellow, easy going infant to turn into a hot tempered, spunky, CRAWLING, full of attitude, pinching little girl! She has 4 new top teeth, and is constantly squawking, jabbering and barking orders at us. She locks her legs and bucks if we try to put her down, then when you pick her up she pinches your chest and arms with such a vengeance I don't think I can ever leave town again!
When I was taking my daily dip in the pool in Mexico, all I wanted was a chunky, sunscreened baby to hold and splash with. So when we got home we went straight to the pool.