Tan?

I'll tell you what. I feel like I am a new shade of white. I remember when my tan faded after my first child was born and I thought to myself I need to get in a tanning bed or out in the sun quick. Then baby #2... then white turned to porcelain and now... I'm practically glowing.
I used to go to the beach, lay out by the pool, tanning... brown was my middle name. I loved having a tan. I got out of the shower this morning and why is it that the mirror has to catch you at the worst moments. I realized how incredibly white I am. Like a prisoner who hasn't seen the sun because they've been incarcerated for the past three years. I am some shade of pearl white...
And really, who has time to lay in the sun or go to the tanning bed?

deals, dos, booboos, and yikes *pictures*

I got this table, the chairs, and the china hutch for $100 on craigslist.com
Not my favorite but for 100 bucks and with distructive little boy like mine who run Hot Wheels on my furniture and an artistic little girl who paints and colors on everything, it works! :)



This is Sophia after I had this crazy desire to give her a 'wild new do.' She loved it. :) She would, haha!


Here is Troy's latest 'ouchy' I guess Tony was watching the kids and he fell off a chair or something and hit his ear. This was one week out and the swelling and the discoloration was pretty much gone too. The little ear is healing well.


This one is Troy at the zoo. He was terrified of the emu.


That's all. Hope everyone has a good weekend :)

Wordless Wednesday

Baby Troy Nov 07

husbands and quiet

Now, I know I am not the only one who has a loud husband.
But doesn't it seem like they get even louder when the children are sleeping?
All mommies know, never wake a sleeping baby, but daddies?
I don't think they know.
I can walk through a baby gate and never make a peep. "M" can walk through the same gate and it sounds like it's 100 years old and a bull just tried to push through it. I can put away dishes in the kitchen while the kids are sleeping and you'd never her a dish click. "M" can't even shut a cabinet without a bang. Walking up and down the stairs... he is soo heavy footed. I try not to fuss at him to much but my goodness. He is so loud! I don't think he knows what quiet means.

sleep deprivation

My sister-in-law said the other night, "I should not be driving." In reference to how sleep deprived she is raising her preteen son and her two toddlers who don't sleep through the night. I am sure most of us mommies can relate to this feeling. I remember when Sophia was born and I thought it is a level of exhaustion that I never imagined. It's true right? As of recent the kids are sick, I am sick, the dog is sick. Tony tells me that he must have a great immune system because he didn't get sick. Well, Tony, that's because you are gone 90% of the time from this germ infested house and you sleep at night! I was up last night ten times... actually more, I just quit counting after ten. Now, yes I could have woke Tony to help.. and yes, he would have gotten up... but the good wife I am- He has to leave at 730 for work so I'll let the sleeping husband sleep. :) I don't know how he sleeps through it all but he does. Now, back to the driving statement. I hit the mailbox. I was checking the mail and just drove off with the mailbox. Now, it didn't hurt the mailbox but it did damage our favorite family vehicle my Quest. Poor thing has a scratch down the whole side. Now, you'd think that once I knew I was hitting the thing, I'd stop driving... but I didn't. Now I guarantee that someone who gets a full 8 hours of sleep per night would have stopped driving. Also, you should see some of the emails that I send people... asking the same questions 5 times. You've done that right? You've done that right? You've done that right? Oh- and yesterday I was trying to scramble eggs and I cracked an egg right into the sink- oh that will cook it.
Needless to say when you are on the roads, on the phone, checking emails... look out for those sleep deprived mommies.
Just a side note: My sick babies are dancing around the livingroom and coughing while "Womanizer" by Britney Spears is blarring on my ipod. HAHAH!!!

Devotional worth sharing.

“Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit” (Galatians 5:25 NIV.)

My son’s band teacher posed this question to the class: “Which is better, to play the right note at the wrong time or the wrong note but with the correct timing?” It doesn’t seem like either would be pleasant to hear, but as the teacher explained, a note – any note – at the wrong time is a much more obvious error in an orchestra than a wrong note played within the perfect rhythm of the song.


That concept was reinforced when my daughter was learning to play the violin. It was important for her to practice playing to the rhythm I set by clapping.


I think keeping in step with the Spirit is like that. It is to hear and agree with God’s timing, to walk in sync with God’s will.


It requires, first of all, admitting that I don’t have or understand perfect timing. I must therefore, be constantly referring to the one in charge, adjusting my speed to the tempo the leader has set.


It is easy to rush ahead of God, making big plans and thinking surely God will join up with my great idea.

Opposite to that, but equally simple to accomplish, is lagging behind God – not living up to what we know. There will always be shortcomings in our lives, areas of sin that we aren’t aware of, but that is no excuse for not following through on the things God has already made clear to us.

http://christianwomentoday.com/devotionals/daily/2836.html%20%20%20%20

my beautiful ones

I have been playing with my photography and editing software lately.
I couldn't wait until 'wordless wednesday' to share these. :)

Why some animals eat their young

because animals are smarter than humans.

DRAMA QUEEN

I really don't know if I can live with this child for another 18 years. Tonight she was full of piss and vinegar. I put her in time out tonight for talking back and being disrespectful. I sit her on the bottom step of the stairs and tell her that she has to sit for 3 minutes. I walk back into the kitchen. Tony and Troy were upstairs. Sophia sitting on the bottom step starts screaming at the top of her lungs, "I CAN'T BREATHE! I CAN'T BREATHE!" Pulling her pajama shirt, screaming... I stood there for a moment concerned that something was wrong. Then I realized she is fine and just having a tantrum. She takes the tantrum to a whole new level. She was screaming "Daddy, Daddy, I can't breathe" He comes to the catwalk and tells her to calm down and he will talk to her when she is done with her timeout. "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!" She screams. She continued the whole three minutes. I went to her and asked her why she had to sit in timeout. She said "I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU DO THIS TOO ME!?"
I respond, "When you figure it out let me know and then you can get up."
"OK OK", she says, "because I wasn't talking nice when I asked for my cup."
Oh, this child takes the drama to a whole new level.
I called my mom and told her. She says "I think we should call someone" -I'm thinking, yes the crazy house. She says "no some kind of acting coach, that child could make us rich." HAHAHA!! I don't know what's more funny, that mom said that or that I thought she really meant the crazy house. :)

Wordless Wednesday ~My Loves

*obviously I'm starting a new blog tradition, but I can't write about it because it's wordless Wednesday.