Thursday, January 29, 2009

Dancing machine.

He was standing on the sofa table behind the couch, dancing his little heart out with The Backyardigans. TOO CUTE!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Kid pics

We did some pictures over the weekend and they had so much fun!

Before it turned ugly at the very end, we got some good shots.

I'll have more on my "real blog" in the next day or so.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

More practicing...

This is driving me batty.

I will conquer this camera!

Oh yeah, guess who can dress himself now? A shirt, pajama bottom shorts, socks, and Spiderman crocs.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

A Flock of Seagulls called...

They want their hair back.

(I have got to figure out what's going on with my camera settings!)

Saturday, January 3, 2009

The post I swore I'd never write.

I really find some blog posts disgusting and inappropriate for the masses to read.

But I'm pretty sure only one or two people read this blog and I just need to let it out. Errr, that might be the wrong choice of words.

See, my kids seem to have problems keeping things in. Things that should stay inside. Literally, their bodies.

The Girl has severe reflux and tends to puke in her sleep. All over everything.
Which results in me getting up at 4 am to wash sheets, mop floors, give her a shower, etc.

Over the Christmas break recently she had an episode at her nana's house. Fun for me. Yeah.

Then on the drive home from Nana's, The Boy puked in the car. Fun.
That night at home, he puked in his sleep. Fun. Yeah.

New Year's Eve, The Baby puked in his sleep. In our bed.
I'm pretty sure he hadn't done too much partying.
And since then he's had diarrhea and puking every day.

Again, in the middle of the night last night I was up starting laundry, bathing him, and cleaning up the mess. Twice.

I really thought that by this time all of my kids would be sleeping through the night! And then *I* would be sleeping through the night.
I miss sleep so much!


(Hey, I spared you the pics. I clicked on a blog once and saw a picture of an open poopy diaper. That blog author had pure class, I tell ya. But here I am writing about all the nastiness, so apparently I'm only one step away from her.)

The last few days I've been feeling like "such a mom". And not in a good way. Not in a hot mom kinda way. But in that "Good lord, she sure went downhill after children" kinda way.

I need a(nother) shower, a nap, and some good lipstick to bring me back to the self I once knew. I just want to scream, "I used to be CUTE, dangit!!"