Monday, February 23, 2015


This post could also have been titled...

Oh, I get it. Now its starting to make sense how babies are made.

But, lets stick with the original.

Baby Number 3 / Baby Roo is here, in the womb sucking me dry of nutrients and I don't care a bit. I'm happy to turn feeble for the sake of our last child. With Khage I worked until almost 40 weeks so I was always exhausted, with Harlyn I was always trying to prove I could handle everything without help, but with this one I just feel blissful. I am relishing in it all because there is something so very magical about knowing this is you last time being pregnant, nothing can get you down.

Unless I get cankles.

But for now, I will relish in all things pregnancy related... even those pesky belly button hernias were embraced. It was the first time I truly felt pregnant so I couldn't help but "enjoy" them. And look at my baby above all 12 weeks old and without knees.

And now I cannot believe it is already 14 weeks old.

Thus far this baby is the least active in-womb of all my children... which I like to think translates to an uber calm and quiet baby. That's called pregnant lady hopefulness. Us, pregnants, are known for catching a dirty case of the glass half-fulls and Mama's bankin' on this one being easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Although I don't much have an affection for lemons... Easy peasy triple cheesy.
YES... that one suits me just right.  

Tuesday, February 10, 2015


Give me a few minutes to recall some details of Christmas...

Because that's what happens the minute you have children, your once sharp memory, the same one you once prided yourself on, turns to mush. A once lock tight memory bank has an open door and dangling latch.

But all is no lost. I do recall this being the best Christmas yet. We basked in the beauties of this holiday season... unlike last year.

This year we happily blew our money on gifts that the kids no longer play with, ate way too many sugary treats but didn't care because that's what sweat pants are for and I didn't get all that mad every single time one of the kids yanked an ornament off the tree and broke it. We were happy. Still are. If you need us we'll be riding this ride until there's no more stops. And if a happy cheery Christmas full of love isn't enough for you...
Were also famous.
LIKE TOTALLY 8 PAGES DEEP IN A MAGAZINE FAMOUS. That's 8 pages into the magazine and you will see our faces, not 8 pages dedicated solely to our faces.... just to clarify. Were just beginning our famous so don't get crazy. Soon enough we'll be washed up... but until then lets look at the famous versions of ourselves yet again. Want a hard copy? Find us in the magazine section at your local grocery or book retailer, that's Country Living March issue page 8.

I'm so glad my mom never taught me to cook properly, turkey cooked to perfection is not nearly as humorous as the bird all a'blaze. And for those of you with the sharp 20/20, Brad's gun IS missing. The editors at Country Living thought it may be too controversial with all the gun control issues floating about... sorry Brad, but if they asked to put a Spiderman mask on me, permission to Photoshop Harlyn into twins and wanted to switch out Khages shoes for a pair of cowboy boots with spurs I would have let them. You wanna put me in a magazine... modify it as you see fit.
If your not convinced how legit this situation is, need I remind you that we are side by side to a Tidy Cats ad. Tidy Cats is like one of the top cat liters in this country. If that's not confirmation, I just don't know what is.