It's been one of those Days....

First, while I am getting everyone ready for the morning, baby H, aka little dude, rolls off of My Girl's bed and hits a fan before hitting the wood floor. Bloody nose, upset mom, who upsets kids- you get the picture.

The traumatic event set us back in time, and we were late for little dude and My Girl's well check up.

So we were made to wait almost 2 hours at the pedi, which doesn't ever happen at this doctor. Well, except for today.

And, on top of that, little dude was due for his second round of his delayed vacs. So he was poked in the finger for his iron check and received 4 shots. Poor baby!

Needless to say, I am very thankful that Baby H is okay (other than a small pump on the head and his hurt nose). And that the children were pretty great considering the wait at the pedi office. And I am especially thankful that a scare with our finances is starting to resolve.

Did I mention how nice it was to get home today? Welp, I'm off to get dinner ready and to start the kiddos on their chores.

An Announcement

We are expecting again! I am not feeling well, but we are very excited about the arrival of a new little one (We are due at the end of December).

The Haircut

David buzzed all of Wil's hair off. Yes, I mean all of it. In the first stage, he resembled Dr. Phil ( like toddler male-pattern baldness). I was somewhat taken aback by the sudden change, but it is much easier to style his head now :) Plus, he was not screaming during the entire haircut like he usually does, so that was worth the sacrifice.

Confession and Repentance

So, I have a confession to make. Today I found myself wanting to be anywhere but right where God has placed me. Two out of four of my beautiful children where whining- a third was throwing a tantrum because I was torturing him with a visit to the playground. Then, the fourth (we are using numbers for anonymity here) began to tear up over not having what he wanted exactly when he wanted it. I found my self back home with the little guy still having a fit. I put him down for a nap and the I started to cry. But what am I telling God when I am upset over the very thing He has placed before me? I was basically telling him that what he has planned isn't good enough. So, here I am at the repentence part of the story. I am so sorry for not loving my babies. I want to start the whole thing over. How many opportunities did I miss this afternoon to show them love?

Look Mommy, I Tried to Write My Name

..but when I got to the n, it came out a w instead!"- My 5 yo son Spencer

Hungry, Hungry Hippos

My 5 yo son asked to play one of his favorite games (I loved this game when I was a little girl). However, we have to be flexible with the rules when you play with my 2 yo son. "What rules?," I say, "I didn't know Hungry Hippos had any rules. Don't you just smack the button until the Hippos are all satisfied?" If you look closely at the photo, my 2 yo is opening the hippo's mouth and shoving the marbles in. Notice also that his Hippo has the most marbles.

What Can I Say

So, I finally entered this decade and created my very own blog. It will be filled with half thought-out musings sporadically typed-out inbetween loving my babies and keeping my household in-check. Case-in-point: I gotta go, my 2 yo is trying to breack down a bedroom door with his chubby little fist.