Crazy Dog

My dog has been waking me up in the middle of the night to go outside. I thought it was to go potty. She would always go to one of the corners of our house. I could never tell what she was doing because it was dark. Today I was watching. She is digging this massive hole. She then rolls and plays in the snow. After she has had her fun she comes in the cozy house gets mud all over the tile and sits in her favorite place, my spot on the couch. Damn Dog!

20 Things I Hate

1. Throwing up
2. Messes
3. Cleaning toilets
4. The Wind
5. Stinky wash cloths
6. Not sleeping through the night
7. Being Cold
8. Diet Soda
9. Whining
10. Dog Hair
11. Terrible Two's
12. Repeating myself
13. Overcast Days
14. Commercials
15. 9:00 church
16. Arrogance
17. A bad Pepsi
18. Mushrooms
19. Inconsiderate people
20. Lines at Wal-Mart

Best Buddies

Savanna and Halle look so cute in their Jammies.

Ouch!!!

We recently bought a new bed for Lexi, we put the tailgate down so we could remove the bed. While Shaun and I were bringing the bed inside Savanna ventured outside only to come in contact with the tailgate. She started crying so I went outside to find lots of blood (more blood than any of my other children have ever had)running down her face. It really scares you when you can see lots of blood but don't exactly know how bad it is. After I cleaned her up I could see that it was a cut but not as bad as all the blood made it look. A quick trip to the Dr. and some Dermabond (magic super glue) Boo is all better.

Hello Fat Face

I don't have any pictures of me while I was pregnant with the twins. A friend of mine at work took this picture and I just recently saw it. Now I know why I didn't take any pictures. How fat can one face or belly be. I was 29 weeks pregnant. My co-worker Erica was around 37 weeks. I was HUGE. Can we only imagine how ginormous I would have been had I carried them longer than 31 weeks. It kind of scares me to think about it. This picture should be helping me decide a big fat NO on the pregnancy issue. Sadly it's not. Maybe if enough people tell me how fat I look then it will help me change my mind.

Why Can't I Just be Happy

Life is really good right now. My girls (besides Boo's temper tantrums) are really easy and fun. I have free time, I almost always sleep through the night, I have date night once a week, my house is almost always clean, I don't feel like a crazy lady all the time, I have time to read novels, watch movies, bake to my hearts content. Why can't I just be content with the way things are. I really have been thinking a lot about having another baby. CRAZY!!! It has only been 6 months since I was pregnant. Why do I always have to throw a curve when things are going so smooth. Quite a few of my friends are pregnant and I say ohhhh I want to be pregnant. I want to throw up for 9 months. I want to be so tired that being in a coma sounds like a blessing. I want to pee 45 times a day, I want to eat three bites and then be full, only to be hungry 30 minutes later. I want to go into labor at home and arrive at the hospital an hour later and be completely dilated. I want PAIN!!! I want to have raging hormones, be really happy one minute, sad the next, and pissed as hell a moment later. I know that all of this happens to me when I am pregnant and yet I still have a very strong desire to venture down this road again. Is it the mother in me? Or am I crazy?

Good Old Gramps

My husband went to the Vegas bowl and left his wife with 3 girls home alone with only a few days before Christmas. Every Saturday the 3 houses in my cul-da-sac take turns watching the kids, so while Vanessa watched the girls my mom and I planned an evening with dinner and shopping. Our time was running out so we called Gramps and asked if he would go get the girls. He said that he would just hang out at my house until we got home. We arrived home only an hour after we said we would. The house was standing, the girls were happy, and thankfully Savanna didn't poop because I am quite certain that Gramps would not have changed it. My dad wasn't ecstatic to watch the girls and I am sure that this adventure for him is not in my near future but all the less he did survive. We were getting ready for bed and Lexi comes to me and I can tell that she is emotional. I ask her what is wrong. As tears roll down her cheeks she expresses to me how much she loves Granny and Gramps, and how thankful she was that Gramps watched her tonight. We called Gramps so she could tell him this herself. As she struggled with her tears she told him how much she loved him and thanked him again for watching her tonight. I don't know about you but I had tears in my eyes and I can almost bet that gramps heart was swollen with love and maybe even a tear in his eye. Thanks Dad for loving me and Thanks for loving my Girls!!!