Your Special Day

I'm an a idiot and didn't realize that the memory card wasn't in the camera until LaVor was almost done opening his presents. Way to go, Kimberly. The Lime looks that way because he's sick. LaVor looks that way because...I don't have a reason.

We enjoyed the day together, as planned, but we weren't planning on spending 4 hours at home, while The Lime took a much needed nap, and then heading to the Doctor to get the little guy checked out.

On the way home, LaVor made the executive decision that we needed a treat. You woulda thought it was my birthday by how surprised and happy I was when we pulled into the Rite Aid parking lot. Rite Aid, you say? Yes...because they have Thrifty's ice cream. Chocolate malted crunch to be exact.

The next big event of the day? Going to Target. And then Chili's for dinner.

Birthdays change when you have kids. And that's OK.

We Have A Problem

My dad would bite us growing up, therefore, I bite The Lime. Which then means, he bites. Except he doesn't know how to play bite. He...bites. Hence why I got him this shirt.

He and my niece love each other and they love to give each other hugs. I had to go to the bathroom on Thursday (hard to believe, I know!) and I left the door open so I could keep an eye on the babies. The Lime was in the saucer (because he fell off the 4th stair earlier in the day so I had to keep him contained) and my niece was right next to him, giving him hugs. The Lime was reciprocating the gesture and then I saw it...his mouth started to open and he was heading towards her head. Next thing I know...she pauses for a second and then erupts into tears. I tried to get her to come to me...in the bathroom...but she wasn't having it. Thank goodness for my 4 year old nephew who took her hand and softly said, "It's okay, Googie!" as he brought her to me. Sorry Kari, but as I sat on the toilet, I lifted her onto my lap so I could comfort her. Thank goodness The Monster Lime didn't break the skin but clearly, it hurt her.

I'm not looking forward to Nursery.

We're Not Alone

I know I shouldn't compare our lives to characters on tv but in the last 2 weeks, LaVor and I have seen ourselves in these actors.

I don't think it was a surprise to LaVor when we got married but I like things done a certain way. Just like the first minute of this video...


The dishes...I hated doing dishes growing up. Sometimes I think my siblings used more dishes just to make the task harder for whoever had the chore that night. For Christmas, my Mom would give us coupons and one of them always included a night off of dishes. Those were like gold!

Funny how things change. Sorta. I still hate doing the dishes but I hate when they're not done to my satisfaction. Therefore, it's easier for me to just do them.

Same goes for putting away the groceries.

But I'm not the only one with issues.

Our remote control is practically glued to LaVor's hand. On the last episode of "The Middle" there was a scene where Mike and Frankie were arguing about the other one's issues. We learned that Frankie is controlling, like me, and Mike won't let go of the remote, like LaVor!

Thank goodness we're normal!

I love you, California, with your Golden Gate ajar...

(I didn't Google this picture...it's mine. Please don't steal it.)

I've walked across this bridge 3 times in the last 3 years.

In less than 5 months, I'll have walked across it 4 times.

You've guessed it folks! I'm officially signed up to participate in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer for the 4th time. Yippee!

I've already earned almost $200 just by standing on the street, waving my creative signs. I'm shooting on earning the entire $1,800 that way! But just in case you don't live locally and won't see me every Saturday morning, you can donate here.

Side note...if you have closer ties to LaVor, hold off on donating. He may be joining me this year!

Tally Mark 13

-Is officially in his "big boy" car seat. It's so weird to have him facing forward.
-Has 2 teeth that just poked through the gums. Total number = 9.
-Is not the great eater we once knew. He still does a decent job but is definitely getting to be picky.
-LOVES to have Daddy & Mommy chase him. I have a feeling "Hide and Go Seek" will be a favorite.
-Church is a joke. We stay in the chapel long enough to take the Sacrament and then it's out in the hall for the remaining 2.5 hours.
-Is a protester. When we take something away, he will either hit himself in the head, do this dreadful squeal or collapse on the floor like a piece of jell-o.
-Loves his blankies. Does not have a particular favorite but loves to snuggle with them. And eat them.
-Is slightly anemic so he has to take an iron supplement daily. Way to go, Mommy.
-Likes to stir with the pots and spatulas.
-Likes to eat the spatulas.
-Loves to brush his teeth.
-Will keep us on our toes for the rest of his life.

We've All Got Them...Butt Cracks & Opinions

It starts the second you announce to people that you're pregnant...opinions.

Why is it that people feel, once kids are in the picture, they can tell you whatever is on their mind?

With 4 kids in the baby-sitting picture nowadays, my sister and I (she more) get a lot of stares, comments, gasps, questions...you get the idea.

Another friend and I were talking a few weeks back and she shared with me that a few people have asked her why she and her husband got pregnant so quickly (in their opinion) after their last baby. Really? Is it any of their business? Are they going to help raise the kids, support them emotionally, financially, get up with them in the middle of the night, wipe their butts? Nope. Didn't think so.

The general public needs to remember that these kids have a mom and dad (hopefully) and they're the ones that get to make the decisions.

So in case you wanted to give me your opinion about something regarding The Lime, I'd suggest you keep them and your butt crack to yourself.

I may just put that on a t-shirt.

♥

I'm especially in

with these 2The guy in the hat...yowseirs!
And the little one...can't get enough of him.