Giving Mommy

Baby turned BIG GIRL!

Yes, here we are. My little tiny baby girl who I thought would stay a baby forever surprised me a couple weekends ago by turning four. OMG. Can you believe that? Me either. Her birthday party was INSANE. My mom and I spent months planning it and it went perfect.

The theme we decided on was Flower Fairies. I wanted something beautiful but not cartoony and fun. I loved the look of these. Supringly months earlier my mom had set the theme by purchasing real plates and platters that matched the theme. I cant believe we both had the exact same idea. I was also able to find a place that sold paper products, table decor, balloons and even a huge vinyl banner.  We also made full on Flower Fairy costumes for each girl with skirts, wings, wands, and head pieces. Yes, we made all of them by hand and it took a LONG time. The party would be held at my moms house because her house is super nice and super huge and she has a empty craft room and bonus room upstairs that were perfect to party in.

Invite- First was the invite we sent out to everyone. I put her on a black backdrop in a fairy costume and took her pics then my sister made the invite. This one doesn't have the writing but it said Miss G invites you to a Flower Fairy tea party and had the time and address on the front. It even had a note on the back with a cute rhyme and a pretty flower fairy printed on them telling them the specs and directions. I mounted them on a cute gray card stock and glued the info to the back and they turned out amazing!

 

Decorations- I could of killed myself for not getting pics of all of it better. I even missed the doorways she decorated with these pretty hanging fairies that are now in Miss G's room hanging from her ceiling. But you can get an idea!

Its too bright but you can see one of those cute fairies in the chair...this was at the top of the stairs...

The entrance to the room where we ate...hard to see but she had this woodsy stuff hanging down..

the kids table beautifully decorated with butterflies on each chair...

The cake table and the fairy cottage my mom decorated...you can see the favor boxes under the table. Her cute banner we had made.

Up close of the cottage...

finally the window where the food was. We did all the games and present openings in the bonus room which was lightly decorated but I didn't get any pics...sigh.

Costumes- Mom, sister and I worked weekends on the outfits but I did the main grunt worked spending probably 48 hours finishing them alone. I had so many burns from that glue gun my hands looked diseased. We made skirts out of  tons of tulle and then hot glued flowers at the waist and added ribbon and gems, the wings we got at dollar tree and ripped off everything and then recovered them with new tights, added the flowers, ribbons and sparkles and attached them to the girls with ribbon. The head pieces were plain headbands that I wrapped ribbon around all over and then added flowers and ribbon.  Last was the wands which we used wooden dowels and wrapped them in ribbon, added the same flowers on top and had ribbons streaming down. All the girls outfits had different flowers but all the flowers on their pieces matched. Oh, also all the flowers were sprayed with sparkly glitter. I didn't take any pics of them all together before the kids got them on and I could kick myself for that but you will see them shorty.

Menu-I also had bought fairy cook books and made so many cute food items. Like magic marshmallow wands which were pink or chocolate marshmallows on a dowel with candy melt on top with sprinkles. Then we had sandwiches which were sourdough bread cut into circles and then another cutter used on top in the shape of a heart or flower with preserves inside some, cucumbers in others and some with ham. I also made tiny cheese scones in the shape of hearts and flowers. My mom made pink fizzy punch and rainbow parfaits. My MIL made the beautiful fairy cake and bug cupcakes. There was surely enough sugar there.

Her pretty cake my MIL made. I made the mushrooms out of marzipan.

 

and bug cupcakes...

on the table and you can see my marshies in the back.

and finally the sandwiches and scones...yumm-o!

Games- We had several fun but easy games. I lucked out and found a game called pin the fairy on the flower. We also had a huge terracotta pot with 4 big plush flowers in it with plastic rings made out of tubing and they had to try to throw them over the flowers. We also made 4 flowers to put on the floor and with our fairy music we played musical flowers and the girls would dance and when the music stopped who ever wasn't on a flower was out removing a flower each time but I don't have any pics of that game. Last, I had a big teapot pinata that was filled to the top with tons of sugary candy. It had the string conversion kit on the bottom so they didn't have to hit it just pull the strings. At the end of the games I gave each girl a prize. We had magnetic paper dolls and other nice gifts for them.

Pin the fairy on the flower...

Miss G's turn...she won!

Musical Fairies...

Miss G when she lost the game..hey its her party..right?

finally, the pinata!!! Yeah!

all the candy!

Craft. We did a cute craft making simple fairies out of pipe cleaners, wooden bead, flower petals and yarn. But the kids were so busy they didn't want to sit still to do it so us moms ended up doing that. They were really cute though.

Favors- Finally the favor boxes. Even though at each girls table they got jewelry to wear, a bubble, stamp ink pen and a ceramic fairy at the end of the party they had to go around the two rooms and each find a little plastic fairy doll. When they found the doll they each got a favor box. They were cute boxes shaped like flower pots that I had put really special transfers of fairies on each one. There was so much inside you can just look at the pics. Miss G's box is shown but all the other girls got a tinkerbell pin and their dust had a wand. Her box kinda got the leftovers.

The box!

The goods inside with Little G trying to snatch it all...

The party went amazing. The girls arrived and my MIL was dressed up as the fairy Godmother. She sprinkled each of the with fairy dust and then helped them put on their outfits. They were sooo excited and then they all ran upstairs to see the fairy world my mom had created. She really out did herself and I didn't even get a pic of all of it and I could kick myself. She had made it so magical for them. They all came in a danced to the fairy music that was playing and then played the pin the fairy game. After that they ate some of the food and then played a couple more games. Then, it was time for cake and crafts. Finally, Miss G opened up her presents and then they did the pinata and found the favor boxes. The party lasted 4 hours and each mom joked that they left with more than they came with since they got to take home the costumes, prizes and favor boxes. Everyone said it was the most beautiful party they had every been too. It really was a four year olds dream come true. It was a ton of work and money but the memories she has of it and we have are so worth it. What an amazing fourth birthday!

Miss G getting dressed!

Getting wings...

Flying up to fairy world...

Up the stairs they goooo...

All the girls dressed up...yeah its not fun trying to get a group shot!

Miss G dancing....

All the fairies dancing

She wasn't impressed at all...not one bit!

Another of my big girl

Busy girls...

eating all that sugar!!!

Beautiful girl

Blowing out another year...she got them all!

All eating cake!

My favorite.

Opening gifts..

So excited to get her new mermaid bike...

Thats all for now folks. Wonder why I don't post more? This one took about 2 whole hours. My house is now trashed and the kids are starving. Life is impossible. It takes forever to upload pics on typepad. I hope you enjoyed!

One more so you can see them both...I took yesterday. He was a little scruffy.

Sleepy Sunday's

No time to write but my kids are so super edible these days. They hate each other and love each other at the same time more every single day. I cant imagine ever only having one child and I would never want to. This is just the way its supposed to be around here!

Get some rest too..I sure wish I could just sleep whenever I wanted like these two!

Yay! Its 2008...ALREADY???

I can not believe its already 2008 and I really can not believe that my firstborn will turn 4 in a little less than two months. I had a hard enough time accepting my baby boy turning a year old. I am almost to the point where I am like why even have another? This one grew up so fast I couldn't even blink. If I don't even get to enjoy those sweet babies because they grow up so quick I don't even know if its worth it anymore. Totally kidding but I really don't know where the time goes.

The holidays were anything but relaxing. We had about 10 whole days of celebrating with family and it was so tiring. Plus, my hubbies sister was in town and every time that occurs she feels like her kid must spend every single second of every single day with my kid just because they are cousins. I don't agree and it drives me nuts even more so at the holidays when we are entirely too busy already. I was sad to see another Christmas pass but I cant say I was too sad since I was so ready to lay my butt on the couch for more than a couple minutes. I fell into a coma the day after they all left and I swear I slept for a solid four hours and neither kid woke me up. Thank God someone else was here because I was dead to the world.

Santa must of been crazy this year and he thought our kids had been really good or something because they got way to much stuff. I feel like I am being swallowed alive by all the plastic in my house. Every door I open I get pegged in the head by some plastic junk or stub my toes on them. Its so annoying that toys are almost all made from plastic. I am all about the wood toys but family is just so old school and they always go to Walmart and purchase the worst plastic crap they can find. At least I knew I could buy them quality stuff but then I didn't even want to because I knew how much they were getting from everyone else.

So after 10 whole days of carting the kids and all their crap from house to house and place to place it was finally all over.  Some how we cant get Miss G to realize that though because she is still telling people "Merry Christmas" when she sees them and says over and over for some odd reason "We have just one more Christmas left". Actually I think she says that because we had so many that everyday I would have to tell her "OK, we have 5, 4, 3, 2, and finally one more Christmas left". I bet she was starting to think that opening presents was something she was forced to do. Normally, my child is so very appreciative but even she got to the point where she would just rip open crap and not even look at it. Sigh. Now, Little G could of given a snot about any present opening. I actually had to open about 99 percent of his gifts because he just wasn't in that. But he was into trying to steal all the other kids gifts. He wasn't anywhere near interested in his own stuff. He still isn't interested in it. I do not breed kids who like toys. I really don't know why. They just don't play with toys very often. Miss G prefers to paint and craft and Little G prefers to climb the side of the staircase, open doors and drawers and basically try to kill himself in anyway possible by climbing on anything and everything. Occasionally, he will push a car across the floor and go VROOOOOMMM but thats it.

New Years was a bust. I sat in my little chair and watched the ball drop while my hubby snored on the floor at my feet and Miss G slobbered all over the couch. I remembered back on all the years that we spent out in the cold at my parents house shooting off fireworks at midnight. How we would watch my dad get so excited running back and forth lighting them all like a kid and now thats all past and he is gone. Hopefully, those days are not over forever and one day we will somehow have our own tradition on New Years Eve. I was actually just kinda glad everyone was asleep so I could spend a while in my own head reminiscing about years past. Its good to have time to think every once in a while. It doesnt happen often enough around here and I need it.

Thats about all around here. My moms group is super active and we have 30 members right now who come to something at least every other week. We are also having a baby boom right now with 5 brand new ones. Little G was the smallest one in the group for a whole year and now all of a sudden we have all these new little babies. Kinda gives me the itch you know?? The one that Mr. G wouldn't scratch if his life depended on it. Well, we are working on that to change so check back on that issue in a few years.

Time is out so here is a few pics to update all of my five readers I have left. Thanks to you for staying in touch even though I don't. I really appreciate it! You are the only reason I make a point to post when I get a minute! Ok warning photo overload!!!

Here is my little guy on Christmas Morning all mussed!

Miss G so proud of her new scooter!

He really wanted a turn too.  But he would just sit down on it and push it with his feet.

Checking out her new doll house!

Ignore the boogers we have lived with for a month . This is his new fav thing to do!

Opening stockings together

Miss G and me on Christmas eve at grandma's

Yes, folks this is really as good as it will get. Little G will not look at the cam for his life!

And some other random shots..Miss G as a pirate!

Me and my Little man!

Teaching a very bad thing!

They are always playing together and I love it!

She really is pretty right?

and most of the time her pics look like this though!

Morning really is the sweetest time for sibling love!

My new little artist

And last but not least is my favorite Christmas photo this year and it was not staged! I just love all the bubbles from the lights and how she looks like she is dreaming of Christmas. Ahh...Memories.

Updates...

I am not even going to come up with some clever reason as to why I have neglected this blog for over two months because there is none. I am just too busy with the kids, shopping, holidays, bdays, moms group, cleaning and just every and anything else life throws in my plate. When I finally get a second to sit down and think about my blog I can not come up with anything interesting to write about so I just end up surfing the net instead.I guess I just gave you a cleaver reason even though I said I wasn't going to...sigh. Then there was the time about a month ago that I sat down and wrote the most awesome entry ever and then it disappeared right when I was finished. That had me so mad I didn't even think of blogging for over a month.

So this will be quick! Little G is yes over a year old now. He is running, climbing everything, throwing tantrums, clapping, stacking blocks, and is basically very physically advanced for his age. When we go to Mc'D's or Chickfila and they have those big tunnel systems with the slides he actually goes right up them like all the other kids and goes down the slides. He is amazing. He is also a handful. He will make anything into a step stool to get where he wants to go. If he wants to get up on something he will find the wipe box and take it to where he wants to reach and climb right up. He will also bring me pretty much anything I ask him to like his blanket, juice, or a toy. I am not just talking about pointing to it and he gets it but if his blanket is totally out of sight he will run around til he finds it and then he will bring it to me. He is sooo smart! The only thing he isn't doing much of is talking. If I say something he will repeat me but day to day he will only say Mama, daddy, hidee, and sometimes unny for our dog Sunny.

He had a great first bday party with all our family but dumb me scheduled it right at his nap time so we couldn't get a smile out of him the entire time. So much for good pictures. He had a cute froggy cake that he stuck his feet in when we sat him on the table to look at it. When it came time to eat it he didn't really care too much about it. He loved the icing and ate a decent amount of that but he didn't get anywhere near as messy as I had hoped he would. He got tons of gifts and unlike his sister at this age who only played with the boxes the toys came in he actually was really interested in all the toys! He acted gracious for every gift he got and gave each of them attention before moving on to the next one. When it was all over he spent the next couple of days carrying a huge bundle of balloons around. It was so funny too because all you could see were the balloons moving all over the house because he is still so tiny. Yes, he is only 18lbs and I have no idea how tall but every where we go people have no clue he is a year old and they think its amazing to see him running around like he does.

Miss G is becoming such big girl. I can honestly say I do not even want to think about her fourth bday coming up in Feb. I cant believe she is already four and this is the first year it has made me extremely sad to think about her getting another year older. It seems like I hurried the first three years because I couldn't wait for her to be a real person and now she is and I don't want her to keep growing. I don't want her words to become perfect like they have. I want her to always pronounce her L's like W's and I just don't want her to not be a baby anymore. Why do they have to grow up? I feel like I am going to blink and she will be going out on her first date and I will and it will happen so soon. She talks NON STOP. I thought a year ago that she talked too much but now I don't know how to deal with it. Her mouth runs from the moment she wakes up until she falls asleep and hey it doesn't even stop then! She talks nonstop in her sleep too! We really have to tell her to be quiet a lot because it just gets overwhelming after a while and her voice starts making me want to scrap my eyeballs out of my head and well I couldn't live without my ear plugs sometimes to turn down the noise. I know I should just love it and live in the moment because the years will come when I will wish she would talk to me. Sigh. She is such a big girl.

Christmas is here. The presents are all bought and the baking has begun. Its going to be a big Christmas for Miss G because its the first one that she really really gets. Last year she was excited for about a week leading up to it because thats about all the attention span she had but this year she has been talking about it for months and she is about to jump out of her skin waiting for Santa to fall down the chimney. Every time she hits her brother and I punish her she will run to me after time out and beg me to still tell Santa to bring her presents. She knows if she is naughty he wont come. That still doesn't stop her from slipping up from making mistakes. Little G has no clue that anything is happening but he sure loves trying to pull the tree over. It ain't going to happen though because that baby is bolted to the wall with heavy wire. He still pulls off the ornaments though and I only have ones he can play with at the bottom. When I clean up everyday I hate to put at least 25 ornaments back on the tree that are scattered around the house. He also loves looking at the lights on the house. We haven't put lights on the house for years but Miss G saw another house behind us lite up a few weeks ago and said "Mommy, can we please have lights on our house too?" and I couldn't resist.

The kids are both clamoring for my attention and I smell a really nasty diaper and its lunch time so I really must end this update even though I have so much more left to tell. If I don't get to update again then I wish all of you a very merry Christmas!!! Don't forget what its really about. Miss G is so excited to put baby Jesus in the manger on Christmas day on her Advent calendar. Everyday she keeps putting him in there and I have to tell her its not time yet. So sweet.

Giving her brother a huge smooch. She loves him most of the time!

With her pumpkins!

Miss G with her little brothers pumpkin!

She was of course a ballerina princess!

He was a grumpy octopus and Halloween was so hectic this is the only shot we got of him dressed. Sigh. I hate it when that happens!

Getting in trouble!

This was my toy when I was her age and I pushed dolls around in it. I guess this is her idea of her baby doll.

His froggy cake on his bday!

Mommy and unsmiling Little G

Yep, this is how almost all our family pics turn out.  I am the only one actually noticing the camera.

About to let his sister blow out his first year!

Yep, eating his cake with a tear in his eye!

Happy his bday is over and he can climb all over his new toys! He loved this one!

Our tree!

You better be nice!

I wonder what he is up to...

I see you!

One swtich in each hand!

Carrying him around like always! Little mommy!

Im still here....are you?

I sure I have exactly one reader left these days and thats me..HA! Things have been so totally chaotic around here that I can only dream t night about having time to actually surf the net, catch up on blogs and GASP update my own pathetic blog. So, I need to do a little updating here. Lets just go to list form for that!

1. MOMS Group-I have been super busy with my moms group and trying to organize our first Halloween party which is taking place at the end of the week. I had no idea how much it would end up costing me out of pocket and next year when my group is more established. I know it will end up being a ton of fun but I have no clue how I would have done it without my mom. How can anyone get something like a party don when you have two kids hanging all over you? Impossible. We have also made two trips to the pumpkin patch with the group and that was a whole experience. The first time I braved it with two small ones but this last Friday Little G stayed at home with grandma! Miss G is so the popular kid in my moms group. I don't know what it is about here....yeah right...I know she is the sweetest soul in the world and is super nice so thats why everyone flocks around her. She even has a serous boyfriend. I am not kidding...and they kiss. Where did my baby go????
2. My computer. Well, one of the main reasons I haven't been updating is because some lovely Trojan dude got inside my PC and totally bombed it. I mean ever thing locked up and I couldn't even run the Internet much less my virus protection program. I even had the Comcast people come out hoping it was a burned modem but no after they replaced that he looked at me and was like..."um screwed?". Great. so, fortunately he hooked the net up to my laptop that I got to bdays ago and never used because we couldn't get the wireless card to pick up the Internet. I guess it works just fine if you plug it in directly to the modem. Dur. So, now I have my Internet back and I had no idea how lost I was without it. How did we ever live before computers? Oh, yeah we got a lot more housework done thats fo sure.
3. Little G is walking! This is not new news. He has been walking for over a month now. He walks almost perfect now and barely ever falls. I have no idea where this last year went and I really try hard not to think about his first bday which is coming up on Nov. 3 because it makes me super depressed and also I have no idea how I can fit in getting a bday party together on top of all the other things I have got to get done this month. Its just so crazy how different my two kids are. Miss G didn't walk til she was 13.5 months and here he was walking at 10 months! But she was also saying about 5-7 words at one yr and he only says Mama and Dada and well, we aren't so sure about those anyways. He has the sweetest personality though and we love him so much. He has also already started throwing temper tantrums. He will throw his body to the floor and writhe around like he is dying with pain screaming his little head off. He can run full force into the corner of the wall and cry for half a second but if you take something away from him you better be ready to deal with his banshee like screaming that will follow. He has got some lungs. Speaking of those lungs...he had Croup. Not fun and we hope that is what it was because we are a little worried he might have asthma like Mr. G. He is still nursing strong and there is no end in sight but to be honest right now I wouldn't be too sad if it was because his teeth hurt really bad. Every time he latches on I can feel them and after about ten minutes I am ready to hurl him to the floor they hurt so bad. When he is done I can see his teeth imprints on my nipples for a good twenty minutes. Sleep. I can only dream of the nights when he will let me get a little. He is still up 2-1,000,000 times a night or so it feels that way. Some nights he will wake up and I feed him and then he wants to play. We are getting seriously close to sticking him up in his room and letting him CIO. I know...I know..I am totally not for that but I think I may go crazy if I don't start getting a little more shut eye!
4. Mr. G's health. Its been a little scary around here this last month. I know I have never talked about it here before but about a year after we were married Mr. G was at work one day (back when he was a chef) and he was making hamburger patties when all of a sudden his nose felt like it was frozen. Weird huh? Within 15 minutes his entire face and head went numb and it traveled into his arms and hands. Then he started to feel delirious. He waited for a few minutes and then was so scared he had to be rushed to the ER because he thought he was having a stroke or heart attack. They ended up discharging him an hour later saying it was a panic attack after his MRI and CT scan showed nothing. We knew it was not a panic attack since he knows what those are and already takes Xanax everyday for them. He just kept getting worse and worse til he couldn't have a conversation with me and couldn't hold a thought. He went to a Neurologist who proceeded to run every test in the book on him and everything came up blank. Mr. G's dad has MS so we thought maybe that was it but none of the tests showed that. We googled everything we could think of and nothing came back as a positive. so, he ended up unemployed for 8 months while he got semi better but then when he was able to go back he couldn't do physical labor anymore. His chef days were over and thats when he went into food sales. So, fast forward all these years and he has had many days of the numbness coming back and being really confused but it eventually went away. But, a couple weeks ago he got really sick again and this time we were not taking "I don't know whats wrong with him" as an answer. We have him going to the head neurologist here and we have taken so many tests its making our bank account spin but we are determined to find out what is wrong. So far we have nothing for an answer and it just doesn't make sense. I am at a loss. I am so super scared for our family. Thank God he has started feeling better and is able to work but I just cant imagine if he becomes disabled what will happen to us. We didn't have any kids last time he got sick so we managed on my pay but I don't work anymore and now there are two mouths to feed. The idea of him getting really sick and not working is unthinkable. I am trying to remain positive and hope we get some test results soon that will point us somewhere. We are like that Diagnostic X show right now. He had to give 13 vials of blood yesterday! I would of been dead! So, if any of you pray...please say one for our family!

Thats a good summary of everything going on here lately. Oh, Miss G started a ballet class over a month ago and she is just the best little dancer. She listens to every single direction and well, I may be a bit bias but I think she is the best one in her class. Of course she is defiantly the cutest. Who knows when the next update will be but here are a couple pics to keep you happy! I dont have time to photoshop them to make them all perty but I am sure you guys dont mind;)

Miss G and her "boyfriend" on the hayride.

Miss G at the patch. Yes, that is the most adorable outfit EVER!

Us...as good as it gets! Oh, and I am not a bad mommy...he did have on cute pants but it was way too hot that day!

My sweet silly gal!

Not the best pic but you can see he is walking!

The whole family. I dont know why but that finger has been in Little G's mouth since the day he was born!

Running girl

Dance class night!

The dog food says it all! This was when he first started walking!

Birthdays and just a quickie post...

The past couple of weeks have totally kicked my butt literally. I have been so busy getting ready for Mr. G's bday and my own and also trying to plan Halloween events for my moms group and oh yeah that rash I haven't told you guys about yet. More on that later. I have no time today as I am getting Miss G ready for her first ever ballet/tap class and OMG at all the cute photo ops. So, to hold you over Mr. G celebrated his 30th! bday last week and I cant believe I have known him since he was turning 17! Wow. Also, I have this super cute 10 month old guy living in my house who is like days away from walking. He has already taken at least 30 steps all on his own. Crawling days are almost gone...which will be kinda nice because I hate carrying him the whole time at mommy play dates. So here ya go!

This was at Mr. G's bday. Thats my sister who lives like 15 mins away and I never see her. Yeah one of those types. I still love her even though she is flawed..lol. Miss G really could care less she just loves her.

Mr. G with his mommy and daddy. I like them A LOT.

My sweet mommy with my little guy. He is so in love with my mom and since he is her first grandson and she only had my sister and I boys are a very welcome surprise to her.

Miss G had to help her daddy with the candles. He couldn't possibly blow all those out by himself could he?

Mr. G. Still looking pretty young. I think. Sorry for the blur. He like never smiles for pics so this was it.

And I had to add pics of my cute little G! Look at that drool. That goofy space between his teeth and his crazy stringy hair. Silly.

Yep, there are 6 of those Mofo's in there and let me be the first to tell you. Yes, nursing is a bitch.

Auntie balancing toys on his head. Yes, those are toys brought back to him from his MIL from China. Thank God they aren't painted.

Here he is waiting for daddy to come home.

Every time I look at pics of my kids I just cant believe how different they are. Also, how you can so tell he is a boy with all that drool and he can already give his sister a beatin. We are so in for it.

 

Sometimes it just hits me out of nowhere....

My dad is dead. He commited suicide. That is not normal. It is not normal to be turning 28 this week and not have my father. He was only 55 and to think last week he would of been two years away from turning 60 but he never got there. He worked his whole life for his retirement and for his grandbabies. Life is not fair by a long freakin shot.

Last night I took Miss G and went to a block party at my moms new subdivision. I had of course hoped that all of the people would be widows my mothers age but that wasn't even close to the reality. They were all young people my age with kids and my mother felt a little out of place. We ate a couple hot dogs and Miss G bounced on one of those blow up things and we walked back to moms house. Nobody even noticed us yet I wanted to scream "Hey ya'll this is my mom here and be nice to her because she lives alone and her husband is dead so she needs lots of love". She deserves to be embraced by lots of people who care about her and love her and I wish I could be all of that for her and I try with all my heart but I just cant. I am not enough.

Its been very hard for me when I think of my mom begin alone since my dad died. For the first year I couldnt stand to watch my mother leave my house alone. She would come to visit me and the kids and just watching her pull out of the driveway in my dads car alone would send me into a full on screaming tantrum the second she turned the corner. One time I even had the neighbor come and wrap her arms around me because I was lying in my driveway with my head in my hands, fetal positon crying rivers. No one knows this. I quickly composed myself and just told her it had been a bad week and went inside. I dont like to talk about his suicide to many people. They just dont get it.

So we went back to her house and I was looking in her china cabinet at all her pretty things and pulled out the fabrege egg I brought her back from San Fran a couple years ago. I think I gave it to her the first Christmas my dad wasnt here. She had always wanted him to give her one but he never did. Anyways, she asked me if I wanted to see her wedding ring again. My father had gotten her a "New" nicer, bigger ring on thier 20th anniversary and when he died she took it off and put it inside a ceramic cross box in her china cabinet. But, I didn't know before I opened it is that it held all of the rings. My moms first wedding ring, my dad's ring and then my moms new ring. When I saw my dads ring I almost dropped the whole box and crumpled to the floor. I had not seen his ring since before he died. It took about two seconds for the tears to come. I had not weeped like that in months. I can't tell you how many times I embraced my fathers hand in church and stared down at his big hand with my little fingers entwined with his and turned that ring around and around on his finger. Then later on as we both grew older I would always make it a game during church to see if I could get that ring off his finger since it had gotten a little smaller in his older years. I remember all those years I worked with my dad and watched him write out his paperwork and it was always that ring staring back at me as the focal point on his hand. It was something my dad wore every single day since they married and something I saw on his hand every single day since the day I was born. Now, here it was all alone inside this ceramic box almost mocking me that there was such an absense of him there. So, seeing it again sent me into a tailspin of emotion. I quickly put the ring back inside the box, told my mom I just couldn't do this right now and closed the cabinet. I turned away from my mother who I could see tearing up also in the corner of my eye and told her I needed to use the bathroom. I must of spent a good 30 minutes in there trying to compose myself. I just kept thinking about how mom doesn't need to deal with me being sad when she deals with her own sadness every single second of her waking day.

When I got home last night I felt really numb inside. I felt like all of my happiness had been sucked from my body. Who is there to embrace me? Who is here to tell me it will be ok? Will it ever be ok? Will anyone every understand this? There is no one there for me! The first couple of years all of the questions started with why and now they all start with will and who or where. Mr. G was sitting on the couch when I came in exhausted from taking care of Little G all night and yet still so wrapped up in his own little world of problems he couldn't possibly have noticed how upset I was. He has no clue how my dads death affects every second of my day. Its something we need to resolve because he just wont talk about my dads death and I need to talk about it with someone. It needs to be him. As I came to bed and cried to myself after he had fallen asleep I heard a whimper from the pack n play. Little G needed his boobies and suddenly it was like I was instantly pulled back into reality. The tears stopped and I pulled my precious baby into the bed to feed him and to feel alive again. Living for what I have now and not focusing on the pain of the past that is what makes me feel alive now.

Its gettin hot in here...

but I think someone forgot to tell the news to Miss G. So its over 107 degrees outside and the siding the slowly melting off the house. I even had a moms group at the pool today and my brain was so fried I the group owner forgot to attend. I felt horrible about it. Anyways, so here is Miss G today in her innocent unknowingness of the heatness outside. Now that was some good English huh?

Who says its hot?

Yes, thats my hat, scarf and gloves from when I was like 5 or something. When I asked her what she was doing she said " I'm getting ready so I can go snowboarding mommy!" Yes, honey we can all dream cant we!

Did I mention we are all running green noses over here? Don't believe me? Look at this yumminess! I think there is snot covering every inch of my house. Thank God the little ones like to lick it off. Saves some clean up on my part. I am so winning mother of the year. Click to enlarge to see full funkiness.

Its a great day here.

OH and I finally added new pics to my Flicker!

Naughty girls and desperate measures....

It is so hot here I feel like everyday I am waking up in hell. Its not to unbearable in my house but the AC is going non stop these days and it still wont go below 80 in here. It reached over 110 degrees today and up to 120 with the heat index. This is INSANE! Can you say global warming a few times people??? Anyways, my attitude has been so crappy the last few weeks and I find myself not knowing how to deal with my Miss G. She is such a sweet girl but this heat has her absolutely miserable too and its making her into a little demon. She screams at me when I ask her simple questions, is not so very nice to her little brother, runs into me full force when she gets bad and tries to bulldoze over me, does every SINGLE thing I tell her not to do just to spite me and basically is just pure spite.

So everyday I threaten her with spankings I never give because I am such a softy and now she actually laughs at me when I tell her I am going to spank her because she knows it ain't going to happen. But really guys no other punishment is working. We went from the naughty chair and time out to the old nose in the corner routine and OMG have I turned into my mother???? So, I think if she does one more thing the spanking thing IS going to happen and she will not be the one with the last laugh. But then I have to make sure I don't spank her in anger right? So that means I need to have a cooling off period after she smashes her brothers head in the toy fridge before I smack her butt? I am clearly doing something wrong and I know I am sending her mixed messages when I tell her I am going to spank her and I don't. My whole motherhood I have been one of those anti-spanking peoples and read all the research and stuff and now I am finding all the crap I read was obviously written by people who never had kids anyways and they don't seem to know what the hell they are talking about. I think I am going to have to add spanking to my growing list of things I said I would NEVER do as a parent. You know the list the one that started before she was even born ...my child will never wear disposable diapers, she will eat only homemade baby food, never use formula, TV is pure Satan, she will be potty trained by the time she is two, will never play video games, will never be spanked, never ever will consume Mc Donalds, no spanking, on and on, etc. So far we have broken every single things on that list except for two formula and spanking. I think that we might eventually be down to only living up to one thing on that list if I have to resort to spanking her butt one of these days or whenever I actually get up the courage. I guess thats the one thing I learned when I had my second child is that all those lists of will not's go right out the window.

So for your enjoyment...just kidding. Here are some of our punishment pictures I took the other day. Really, how can you not feel sorry for that face. Yeah? Its pretty easy when you have another one bleeding nearby who is way smaller and why more pathetic when he cries and its all her fault. No details.

The Corner:

The nose on the wall...note the tear streaming her face and down the wall! Dang kid leaving tear trails on my walls.

When I am telling her why she was in the corner..

Her response of course.

AND

My Kid playing (GASP!) video games and her brother so desperately wanting to join in!

And of course...motherhood is still the best job in the world. Hardest but the absolutely most rewarding. I mean just look at this. How lucky am I?

But, I still would really really love a day out to myself. I mean look at those roots, right? Geez. One day soon.

My kid is so super duper cute!

My little photographer....

Yes, there isn't just one in this house. I know nothing really about taking pictures other than to use a bounce flash and take a bunch and those are my only secrets or whatever you would like to call them to taking decent pictures. Now, I am jealous of  Kelly at Filtering Life because she takes some dang good pics and she totally needs to lend me some secrets but I am guessing those would include buying a camera that costs over 1K and well, thats not happening here.

So, for Miss G's second bday we bought her one of those Fisher Price Kid Tough digital cameras and she quickly took to that taking all kinds of goofy pics and I loved uploading them for a laugh but man those cameras really suck in quality and don't make the mistake of plopping down the cash for one because more than likely if you kid is old enough to figure that one out they are old enough for one of your old digital cameras. The quality on it was worse way worse than my camera phone and it eats batteries at an alarming rate.

I eventually gave in and gave her my old digital Canon A40 and she loves it. She took pics of poop diapers, butts, her brothers privates, my naked butt(scary), lint, dead bugs, feet and just about anything but peoples faces. But now she has gotten pretty good and can actually hold up my huge Canon rebel with the bounce flash attached and take pictures of whatever I need her to. Now, she has kind of ditched my old camera aside and only wants to use the big mamma jamma which I will only let her do if she is sitting on the bed or floor.

I just love looking at the pictures she takes while they are not the best quality since most are on my old camera or on her little one they let me see a little bit of the world through her eyes. So without further ado some of her creations:

Miss G's photoblog:

(Warning: Most of these are taken when I am super greasy right of out of the bed and pretty skanky. Thanks.)

These are from the Rebel cam. Here she is taking pics of me dressing brother and he hates this more than knocking his head into the glass tables.

Here is another that I didn't even realize she took till I loaded my pics and saw this in horror. Little G enjoying the morning milkbar. Good God I am surprised my hubby doesnt divorce me after seeing me in the mornings. Ahh!!!! I had no idea either that my other boob as small as it may be was hanging out for the pics.

Another beauty shot different morning and just as scary.

Come on don't you have this same face when you are changing diapers? No, really just me huh? Yeah love that no bra look too.

OK and these are some from my Canon A40 so the quality kinda sucks...

Can you guess what you are looking at? Yep my child likes to photograph her bro's poo!

A cute one she took of her brother!

not one she took but hey its pretty funny!

Wow, look at this artistic shot she took of the living room!

And now just to show you how horrible those FP kid tough cams are some old pics she took with that:

Her daddy saying Howdy! This is about as good as the quality gets on it!

And an old one of her brother! See how bad it is!

So there you have it. My little chick who loves to take pics and I may be a bit bias but I think she is pretty good for a three year old especially when most of them she takes with my 5 lb camera and she only weighs 25lbs herself!

Bruiser...cruiser...and the abusive kid..

Yeah I know I am a dork but that is really what I have been calling Little G the last couple weeks. He looks like my little abused child with not one, not two not even three but five bruises across his tiny forehead. He is not very graceful with his newly learned pulling up technique and most of the time when he lets go he just slams down on his booty usually making contact with his forehead on whatever he pulled up on. I am hoping he learns soon enough how to slowly lower himself down without banging his poor head on everything because too much more of this and he could become brain damaged. One of the dumbest things I ever saw in the One Step Ahead catalog was a helmet to protect babies from the many falls they will encounter before they accomplish walking but I am seriously now thinking that it may be one of the greatest inventions of time up there with the wheel. No really...its sad to see your baby with bruises all over his face. Man, that is one huge difference between my gal and guy. Obviously boys are way more tough.

Little G and Miss G have finally started playing together. Miss G likes to play peek a boo with him where his is in one room and she will run out of the room and then run back in and scream it really loud and Little G erupts into laughter. I have never ever made him laugh the way she can. She also jumps off things, spits things out of her mouth and pretends to hurt herself all for his pleasure and he loves it and she does to. Its nice to have her distract him from crawling all over me all day long. Right now she is sliding off the bed over him and he is all giggles. She even rolls around all over him and he still laughs even though his little body is getting all smashed under her. Thank God she is only 25lbs still!

But I will also say I have never seen anyone make Little G cry like she can. I have also never seen Miss G be so mean to anyone else like she can to her brother. Its funny because when we are out with the moms group they are all ohhhh's and ahhh's over how cute she is with him and they way she comes up and hugs him and tells him she loves him over and over while she is playing. But then at home half of the day I am constantly saying Miss G QUIT! Miss G leave him alone! Miss G get in the naughty chair, etc. Yes, my lovely Miss G is physically abusive to her little brother and likes to take advantage of times when I leave the room so she can give him a swift kick to the stomach, head, etc. Two days ago she was going to use the potty and didn't want him to come in the bathroom so she smashed his entire hand isn't the door and I about died. I wanted to beat her ass...yes really...even though I never had but by the time I opened the door she was plopping a big one in the potty and well that just wouldn't be a pretty scene. Thankfully, he recovered and nothing was broken. I keep trying to tell her that all she is doing is teaching him that its OK for him to hit her as soon as he is able which he has already punched her a few times in the nose and pulled out most of her hair. She will be bald soon. But she still keeps doing it. Yesterday was the boiling point though. I was in the bedroom and heard Little G crying and snuck around the corner and caught Miss G in the act. He was standing at his little leapfrog table and there she was one hand smashing his fingers and with her other hand she was smacking him in the top of the head as hard as she could over and over and over and then she saw me and it was over. She about melted into the carpet in fear. Poor little guy was just standing there taking it and didn't know what to do. I grabbed her and almost threw her in the naughty chair I was so mad and yes...so evil but I finally hit her for the first time in her life...well I smacked her hand pretty hard and I do feel bad about it. But what I don't get is how everyone swears your kids learn how to hit from being hit but here she is hitting and before yesterday I had NEVER hit her in her life. But I reached a boiling point and she is lucky I didn't just beat her in the top and the head over and over just to prove my point. I don't think I have ever showed her anger like that before and I hope I can control myself better next time. What is her problem?? What in the hell would posses her to hit her innocent baby brother like that? Oh and the naughty chair is a supernanny myth and she can suck it because it does not work. Miss G laughs at the naughty chair and when I say OK you have three mins for whatever action she responds back with "No, I want ten!".

So, I have been beating myself up lately because I haven't been taking enough pics of my kids. I just feel like the last couple of months I have really slacked on Little G's pics and don't have enough to show how much he has grown and yada yada. But then I was making a new file today and when he was born I started a folder and it was LittleG1 and then every time I took a new series it became a new folder and well today I am at LittleG42 and that is 42 folders of pics of him and doesn't include holidays and each folder has well over 50 pics and some have about 500. I have so much editing to do its scary and I haven't gotten one single pic of him printed yet they are all on my hard drive. I have a ton of work to do and did I mention we are moving soon? I don't even want to think about that. Sigh. So, here are so pics!

Yeah, she may be cute but she isn't exactly as sweet as I once thought. You can tell she is just thinking about hitting her brother. OK actually she is excited about eating my moms bday cake. Mom turned 57 last weekend!

And everyone has a butt so I have to post this totally cute pic of Little G. He will kill me one day but look at those sweet cheeks!

Summer bathing baby! She loves her pool. Me not so much since I have to sit out in the hot sun with a squirmy baby unless we all get in which is not so fun for clean up later.

Yep, finally moved into the pack n play and out of my bed. Nap times are way easier now. He does not like to play in it though.

Ok he is screaming because I have him confined so I could finally post this so I got to run! Later gaters!

Gasp...he is 8 months!

This post may be slightly boring to you unless you want to hear about my sweet little man. Little G turned 8 months old on the 3rd. Of course things have been so crazy (stinky) and hectic around here I didn't have a time to stop and have a tantrum about it. I simply can not believe how much faster the months have flown by with him compared with Miss G. Its like I blinked and my newborn went from a limp noodle wobble head to a big strong toddling guy! The sad thing is I know how fast this will be gone too and he will be headed off to kindergarten before I can even catch my breath. Its such an emotional roller coaster to watch your kids grow and learn and some days I just want to throw myself to the floor and scream and cry my eyes out but I know that it wont slow down time or make any difference so I just suck it up and try to spend every single moment happy I have it with my kids and not trying to wish away the minutes even if its tantrum time.

So my little baby is 8 months old. A week before he turned 7 months he started crawling by either swimming like a fish or doing the army man. Here we are a month and a half later and he is still crawling the same way except he can make it from one place to another a whole lot quicker than a month ago. I really don't think he is going to get up on his knees and crawl the "right" way. The day he turned 8 months I was on the couch and happened to fall asleep for a minute when his little face popped up over the side of the couch and he began walking back and forth from one end to the other. Since that day he is pulling up on anything and every single thing he can practicing his new moves and I swear he will be walking at this rate by 10 months maybe earlier. He is so strong and steady. He still could care less about sitting up and I know he can but he just doesn't do it for very long before he goes over on his belly to crawl off somewhere. Who wants to sit around when you can explore the whole house?

He still only has two teeth on the bottom but he has been drooling like a St. Bernard for the last couple of weeks and he has never done that before so I am guessing the top teeth are on their way in. We are still not really on any kind of solid food schedule here. When Miss G was his age I know I had her on a food schedule but I realized that they really don't need the food at this age for anything other that experimentation so why waste the money on it and the time it takes to give it to him and clean it up when my breast milk has way more nutrients and calories that he needs anyways. We do give him oatmeal every night that has a scoop of formula powder and a jar of applesauce mixed in so thats I guess his only "real" meal of the day so far. We have given him some of those puff things and he seems to get a little choked on them so not going to rush those either. But, yeah for us that we are still nursing strong despite our troubles a few months ago. I never thought I would be fully nursing him again but i am so happy that I stuck to it and didn't give up even though it was hard work to get my supply back. I love the time we get together when he is nursing because its the only time now that he will sit still for longer than two seconds and let me cuddle him.

He goes to bed around 8:30 every night but we are still co-sleeping and he doesn't sleep through the night without nursing at least twice and sometimes much more. But its OK with me because I did the same thing with Miss G and when we stopped nursing she transitioned to her crib without too many tears. Plus, I just love watching his sweet little face sleeping next to me when I wake up in the middle of the night. Sometimes he will grab my hand and hold it or scoot his head over on my pillow and snuggle with me. The best is when he catches me watching him sleep and gives me that huge goofy sleepy grin. Now, I could care less for him waking up every morning at 5am. It is way to early but no matter what I can not get him to go back to sleep and he usually will not even go down for another nap til around 9am and then Miss G is awake and bouncing around and the day starts. So we are not getting much sleep around here these days. But I didn't when Miss G was a baby either and I just keep reminding myself how fast these days are gone and whats a little missed sleep anyways when I am missing watching him play and grow when I am just sleeping.

I guess thats about all there is to report. He has only said one real word so far and of course it would be Dada and not Mama. Sigh. But he loves to have screaming matches with his sister and Its so loud but so adorable I couldn't possibly tell them to stop. She will start screaming and then stop and he will pick up and they will do that back and forth for a long time. I know a few months from now I will be kicking myself for allowing them to be so loud. So, little G is just the most adorable perfect baby and I know already he will be the most amazing person in every way. I can already tell that he is very very smart and a little comedian. He is always smiling and laughing and is just a happy baby period. Everyone always comments on how content he is and how friendly he is. I never thought I could possibly love another child like Miss G but it really is true what everyone says your heart just grows bigger with each child and Its not even possible to tell you how much I love him. But its a lot. I know that for a fact.

Things I love about you:

When you are hungry you let me know by putting your open mouth on my face and pretend you are going to eat me.

When I walk in the room and you are in your jumperoo and you see me and suddenly start bouncing as fast and hard as you can to get my attention.

You also try to get my attention by taking your little hand and banging whatever is in front of you as hard as you can.

How you crawl behind me all over the house just because you cant stand for me to get out of your site crying the whole time until I stop and pick you up.

I love seeing how much you love your sister. When she wakes up in the morning and starts coming down the stairs you get so excited and crawl over to her with the biggest smile on your face and you guys will roll around on the floor together laughing.

I love how you play peek a boo all by yourself. When you want to play you will crawl over and grab your blankie and come to me and then lie on your back and put it over your face and I will say PEEKABOO and then you will pull it off and give me a huge laugh. SO cute.

I love seeing you with your daddy. You clearly know him and love him (almost) as much as you love me. When he comes home from work he has Miss G running towards him and you are very close behind scooting across the floor on your belly as fast as you can.

I love waking up to you in the morning. You never wake up in a bad mood and that means I can never wake up in a bad mood either. I love how you look when you wake up and you have your sleepy face and I love the way the back of your hair is totally frizzed up when you wake up.

I love watching you explore the house and chase the dog. You love the dog so much and are always looking for him. Then you will crawl up to him and get on all fours next to him and smile really big like you know you are trying to act like your a dog too.

I could go on for days and days. I just love every single second I spend with you it doesn't matter if you are screaming your head off or laughing. I wouldn't trade any of those seconds for any other moments in this world because then they wouldn't be with you and I would never want to live a second of my life without you in it.

Suck it up and shut up....family vent....

Warning. This is a family vent and it may not be very pretty or nice. Do any of you have a family member that you just CAN NOT STAND one tiny bit and every single thing they do annoys the ever living shits out of you? No? Well my sister in law clearly does that for me and I can get along with just about anyone. I never have a problem in that department. Just a little background history for ya and I am in no means dissing her lifestyle because I truly feel that if you enjoy the way you live your life than it is no ones business to talk nasty about it but I can have an opinion about her because she clearly voices her opinion about the way we live our lives here.

So with that said my sister in law is a hippy. When I say hippy I do not mean someone who wears tie dies and listens to grateful dead music. I am not talking about someone who baby wears and cloth diapers and goes all natural...well she does do that but I am talking she is a true hippy.  She lives in the woods in a tree house and does not really participate in society. She does not bathe...except in a creek and rarely washes her clothes. She doesn't shave...anywhere nor wears deodorant and is basically natural in every SINGLE sense of the word. She lives with no running water and eats only food grown on "the land". She basically ran away from home when she was 18 and moved across the US to go to college. But she got caught up with some other natural folks and basically dropped out of college and went on to build tree houses deep in the woods and live commune like with other people. She has lived like this now for over 10 years. Two years ago she and her on and off man produced an offspring. Good thing he was a boy and likes mud. Thats all I am saying.

So once a year she comes home to visit. She clearly hates all of us and only does it because I guess it makes her feel bad to not visit her parents every so often. I have never gotten along with her. She is one of the most judgmental people I have ever met in my life who believe that if you don't live like her then you are not living right and basically we are just all materialistic losers who haven't found the holy grail on the best and only way to live out your life like she has. She voices her opinions very deeply and doesn't budge. She makes you feel stupid every single time you open your mouth and she wont agree with you unless you were about to push her in front of a moving train and that would still be a long shot.

Well, now she has this kid. At first I was pissed that she would bring a child into her world when I couldn't possible see it as very healthy but happy she didn't abort this one too. When he came I just felt sorry for him that he had to live like that especially when I saw how filthy he was and how he smelled and totally freaked out to see a house with "TOYS!!!!!! as they are not common place where he lives. Plus, he was not well behaved at all and more resembled a wild organtang than a human boy. Last time he came to visit I found myself wiping boogers and cake off every single inch of the walls and putting up the thousands of toys he would dump into the floor and then walk right off. He also had clearly not been around other children since he would cry every time Miss G touched one of her toys because I guess he thought they were all for him and how dare another child try to take them. None of that bothered me as much though as his mother and how she would NEVER once discipline him and if I said anything to him she would glare at me and basically mumble that I was a "fucking idiot" just with her body language. I was so glad when they left.

Now they are here again and he is older 2.5 and things are so much worse and I find myself wanting to wrap my hands around SIL's neck every second they are in my presence. I will just give you some annoying examples of her and the kid and the situations I have dealt with this last week:

1. While we were cooking dinner SIL opened the back door to the yard and started to take the kids out. It had rained all day and was super muddy and neither of them had shoes on. I went out there and asked her if they could please not go off the patio since it was muddy and I didn't want them to get in the sandbox when it was all wet and right before dinner. Not even two minutes later I looked out the window to find Her and her son barefoot and knee high in the sand. I told MIL about it hoping she would go drag them in since I was so pissed I would explode and they complied. But as her son was coming to the porch I watched him step in a huge muddy spot and when I told her oops he just stepped in mud her reply was that it was dry even though I watched him make footprints across the patio. So I had to stop him at the door and wipe his feet back and forth because I just spent like hours cleaning my carpet. Why???? I had clearly asked her not to so she was a bitch and did it anyways.

2. Every time her kid wanted a toy she would drag it out and not even think to put it back. He would dump out an entire bag of baby toys and then walk away and so would she. After two days of following him around picking up all his messes I finally spoke up. He opened the closet and wanted this big basket in there that had all these random small toys in it that would equal another huge mess. I stepped in and said "SIL, lets not get that out because he is just going to dump it and walk away and would not be interested in those toys anyways" and then I get the evil eye and she turns on this high pitched baby voice and says "well as long as we pick them up after is it OK to get it out?" I told her that she could get out any ting in the entire house that she wanted as long as when he walked away she put it all back exactly like it was. Now, I felt like a huge bitch but guess what? She never dumped the basket out.

3. She wanted the kids to bathe together. I freaked inside because her kid is so dirty and sometimes I actually wonder if he could have a parasite or something. BTW they travel to remote areas of third world countries and he is not vaccinated...so I have a reason to think that. Anyways I didn't feel I could really say no because that would just imply I in fact felt the above way and didn't want her to think I think that. SO after she again dump every single toy in existence in the tub she puts her kid and mine in there and they start playing. I told her I had this totally organic type bath wash stuff called Mustela she could use and in return she responded "Oh no....we don't use soap...just water." My mom said at that point I should have ripped Miss G out of the tub and ran screaming but I just remained calm. Then her kid peed in the water and I was all like ummm....gross and she thought again I was a total paranoid clean freak. But after her kid kept splashing water in Miss G's face and she went to drink the water I quickly got the towel and that was that. I offered her some clean clothes for her son but of course the dirty ones he was just wearing were perfectly good. cause you know when you take a bath to get clean you put your dirty clothes back on right? Moron. Then, she of course never even offered to help me pick up all the bath toys.

4. Her kid wanted to walk around my house with a blue lollipop. Again he is 2.5 and is a sub species of monkey so I flat out just said no on that one and she totally thought I was a crazy bitch again.

5. Did I mention she and her son were barefoot in my back yard where my dog does all of his daily business and there is not a single inch of that yard that hasn't been covered in doodoo at one point?

6. She let him eat a chocolate chip cookie and somehow he managed to put a choc chip in between his toes and walked around melting it all over my clean carpet. I think now her entire goal was to mess up my carpet because she just couldn't stand that I was such a clean freak...and believe me I am not that much of a clean freak. Do you think she offered to de-stain the carpet? Nope.

7. Her son got diarrhea and she blamed it on me because I had given him a couple bites of a donut and he just isn't use to eating stuff like that and it upset him. Yet, she told me a story about how he had so much fun licking the back of the airplane seats and how sometimes you just have to let kids be kids and WTF????? Not tell your kid No? When they are clearly licking something covered in germs? Yeah I am so sure that bite of donut caused that runny poo. Gimme a break!

8. So we were supposed to go to the pool tomorrow and I really wanted to go and since my SIL sensed that she made up some story about how she didn't think her kid would like the pool even though it was zero depth and he bathes in a creek at home? Plus, I remember her clearly whining about having to get in a swimsuit and actually It would be a little horrifying since that women has hairier pits than Mr. G and his dad put together. So, She said she wanted to go to this kids museum because he would enjoy that so much more. I called later and told MIL that the kids museum they want to go to was for 4 and up and had nothing for our kids and that we should go to this one near me because it is for little kids and would be way more fun and yada yada yada. She didn't want to go to the pool and I didn't want to go to her museum...  SO can you guess who got their way and where we are going tomorrow? If you guessed me you do not get to pass go or collect $200.00.

I could go on and on about the hell and annoying crap I have gone through the past few days and how I am sooooooooo not looking forward to the rest of the week but I am just way to pissed off to even think about it anymore. I am just trying to get through the rest of her stay here without clawing her eyes out of her head with her bare hands or hanging myself. I wont say anything really mean about her kid because its clearly not his fault that he happens to live with barbarian women and has no manners at all. I just fear next year when he is 3.5...shudder. Oh, never mind hubby just reminded me she will be back for Christmas. Wow, what a hell of a way to spend the holidays. Pray for me guys. Pray I make it through this without losing my mind and attacking her. I am really trying to remain pleasant and not be so uptight but am I really out of line here? Should I just get over it or should I speak my mind more to her and not back off?

Note: On the upside...Miss G loves her cousin and I do like to see her happy. They do love to play together and get along well. But that is only because Miss G is very well behaved and knows how to share and give in when needed. That is the only good in this though. Period.

We got a pool...and wheels...and a cute baby too!

OK so its not huge or anything but I am proud of it and it will have a slide in a couple days. I had looked everywhere for this pool because its very durable and the perfect size. We can not use inflatables around here because of our dog. They last about one day and then the thin plastic ones last about a week till he chews them up. Well this Step 2 one is so perfect but it was discontinued and I wanted one sooooo bad. I got lucky and found one website that had them even though they were about almost triple the original price. I really didn't care because I had been wanting it for so long and I was so excited when they delivered  it and Miss G was bouncing of the walls so we had to try it out. It will be so cool when we get the slide too and she can add in a few friends too. I checked the site I bought it from the other day and now they are all gone so you can no longer get this pool anywhere unless you get lucky and find one used. Go me!

Yeah there is plenty of room for me too and Little G loved it and wanted to swim alone.

Here is a pic of the bad boy. The end of it you cant see is where the slide goes. Love it.

So cute. Whats cuter than a baby in a swimsuit? I guess thats easy one without any clothes on for sure!

Gotta have a watering can because you know you have to water the water?

My bathing beauty. Dang she is beautiful!!!

And also I introduce you to my very own skater girl. She kept saying "Look at how tough I am!" Yeah, with her Dora pads and kitty helmet...more like ADORABLE! Love this gal she is so totally a keeper. So far she only skates around the house on the carpet but every once in a while she will get brave and hit the kitchen floor. Silly girl. Excuse the snot. Allergies are running crazy around here. Both kids have them super bad. Thanks for the genes Mr. G.

Goofy gal! She loves her some skates!

I like this age because she will actually smile when I tell her too but lately