"Triple-dog-dare ya..."

I'm not quite sure what happened....but I think I'm gonna blame it on a complete and utter sugar overload. What started out as some innocent holiday baking, turned into my future audition for "So You Think You Can Dance." 

PS. I'm going to go ahead and apologize in advance for the shame this may bring my family...what can I say, every once in a while you just need to "rock it out." 

Brent "triple-dog-dared" me to post this...like I'd be embarrassed or something...those were some moves dude;)

B-Man

My sister constantly harasses me about not devoting more "post time" to the B-man. I've tried to justify and explain, that unlike her, I don't still have "one-child syndrome" and that even though the second childs' growths and achievements are important... they aren't new, and you sometimes forget to acknowledge them. However, after reading your comments from my post yesterday and realizing that no one had seen pics of Brody in a while, or could believe how big he'd gotten... I've decided to change my ways, be a better mom and get on the ball with more pics and details about the little man of the house. 

"Ahhh Brody...  If  I knew every baby would be like Brody I'd have 10 more (totally an exaggeration). He is honestly the sweetest, mildest tempered baby alive. Every inch of his cherub like little body is just perfect (except for his slightly flat head; minor detail). 

He currently weighs about 23 pounds and is super tall. He has 3 teeth... two on the bottom and one on top. People say he looks like Brent but (luckily..lol) he honestly favors my dad's side of the family, and even has my brother's beautiful strawberry hair.   He is crawling now...fast, and walks along furniture and anything else he can pull himself up on; total genius we tell ourselves. He eats baby food well, but still prefers momma's good milk to anything else. I think I'll cry the day I stop breastfeeding him. He loves being close...and so...I love it too.  

As you can tell from his pics, he's as "happy as a clam," and smiles 99% of the day, only crying when his sister is harassing him. He's become like Pavlov's dog in that way...cries or squeals out in pain when she even gets close; poor thing, even he realizes her capacity for destruction. 

I continue to be hopeful that someday they will be the best of friends. 

I LOVE him; he makes me enjoy being a mother. I still look forward to when he wakes in the night just so I can hold him, love him, and sink my lips into those perfect, round, chubby cheeks one last time. Here's some pics we've taken recently. Isn't he just a sweetheart! 

good times

It's nice after days like those...to have one's like these. Gotta love em'!

OMG!

I'm tired, my feet hurt,  I have a cold, and it's nearly midnight...but when it needs to be said, it needs to be said. 

So today I decide to venture out and try to do a little Christmas shopping. Well, from past experience I've learned that my kids don't shop well. I don't know if it's the fact that they're just insane, or that i didn't shop much when they were little, and they have no professional "stay in the cart and don't be a brat training," but whatever the case, it's historically been a nightmare. anyway, today I decided it was gonna be different. I didn't leave a base uncovered; naps, food and potty before we left....activities, sketch pads, stickers, sippy cups juice boxes, food, candy, gum, and toys for the stores....SERIOUSLY...anything to distract, occupy and disable, I had it. Unfortunately, apparently my kids HATE me, and five minutes...yes, just five minutes into the first store they were both screaming like we'd been there for 10  hours. Maddie wanted... in the cart, out of the cart, to hold toys, to take toys out of the box, to rip books (that didn't belong to us) to cry, scream, and then to call me a "biggy meany" at the top of her lungs when I finally snapped and told her that she was going to have to "sit AND cry in the freezing car....ALONE...while I finished shopping!"  Thankfully Brent's mom (who surprisingly looked very much like an angel at that moment) saw us there and helped me get the little monsters to the car before my mind powers blew them right off the planet.  

I know what you're thinking..."get a hold of yourself" right?  wrong!!!  I'm not even done!!! 

So then I go to a store that has one of those retarded cart poles that won't let you leave the store (I mean seriously who's gonna steal a stupid ROSS cart for crying out loud). Anyway, after I hit the top of the door TWO times (nearly giving myself whiplash) trying to get out, I decide that walking around the store for another  hour and a half waiting for Brent to drive through on his way home from work,  would totally be easier than trying to get my 3 year old, baby (in his 100 pound car carrier), two large bags, coats, scarfs and purse/diaper bag to the car in one piece. I seriously waited there for over an hour just so I didn't have to walk the 100 yards to the car. 

So after Brent gets there (and gives me the "I'm sure it was really THAT bad look") he reluctantly takes them both home leaving me free to shop and finally get something done...right?  Wrong again. he called me at least 10 times asking me to come home (in a not-so-nice tone) because they were both crying and being awful and he couldn't get either of them to sleep. "oh you poor thing."  

So I come right home (0f course), fly in the door (obviously not speaking to Brent) and go in my room to find Maddie in bed, watching a movie at 10:00pm. "Okay, that's it" just as I'm really getting ready to lose it, she looks over at the door and says "momma... there you are...I missed you, and couldn't go to sleep without you...will you rock me?" 

oh well, I guess it's really not so bad after all.