MiniMonster turns 2

Who Could not just Love this Face??

We just love our little monster! Tomorrow he turns 2 and I made some cupcakes tonight to celebrate.

He's a smart little guy and the more words he says, the happier we get. He blabbers in his own little language mixed with real words here and there.

He loves playing with his brother and sisters, and doesn't realize that he's not the same age or size as they are. He sleeps great through the night (Wish I could say the same for his older brother), and can give great mean looks just like his oldest sister.

Here is Daddy and Preston decorating his cupcake. Preston was being very careful and picking up one sprinkle at a time and placing it on his cupcake.

This was my favorite part, because he even knew the right time to blow out the candles. Without being told.

January 19th

So I went to see my fabulous Dr. today and this is the day we decided on. January 19th is when Grand Finale will be joining our mad house.

As long as everything goes smoothly with the delivery and baby is healthy, we will be coming home from the hospital on Kelly's birthday! (Jan. 23rd).

Baby Monster looked good at the check up.I got to see her in 3-D and it was pretty neat. She still looks a little alien-esque, but it was fun. They also gave me my pre-registration package from the hospital. I'm just so happy to be having this monster back in St. Louis, with the Dr. that I love in the hospital that I love the most.

Tommy Boy doesn't exactly understand how this whole baby thing works.

The other day he asked: "Soo the baby is cut out of your tummy?"

Mommy: "Yep, the Dr. gets the baby out of mommy's tummy and then sew mommy up."

Tommy: "That's going to be gross, the baby is going to be covered in all the food in your tummy"

Daddy: "Yep, the baby comes out looking gross, but not from the food"

No Bake Cookies

It's 11:00 at night and the only thing I can think about is no bake cookies. I can't sleep, I just want chocolate, but there is no room in the inn. All of it has been eaten or not bought, I haven't decided what happened to it yet. I know there are twizzlers, but I don't want twizzlers. I want something chocolatey, but not plain solid chocolate. Oh the troubled life I lead... hmmm maybe I should go get a shake from Steak N' Shake. Yep.... Adam's sleeping, maybe he won't notice that I'm gone.

Okay well, I guess I'm going to Steak N' Shake, thank you for helping me make these hard choices.

Just a few minutes

Kelly just got on the scale and said "60 pounds, I weigh a whole minute!".

I like that girl's way of thinking. If ever asked what I weigh, It would be nice to say "Just a few minutes".

What have I become...

Today I was talking to a friend and she was telling me all of her ideas and "crafts" that she has been up to. It was at this moment that I realized that this pregnancy has sucked the creativeness out of my body.

I am now content with empty walls, unpacked boxes and just a rather blahness in my design around my house. This goes against everything I believe in, yet I refuse to fight it. I'm just plain and boring for now. I don't have any fight in me. I don't have those design ideas pouring out of me like I used to. Maybe just maybe someday I will be me again. But for now if my friends from KC come to visit my house, don't expect anything other than ordinary. And don't expect me to have a "craft" project out. I haven't been making curtains, or burp clothes or blankets. I haven't been hanging photos or hot gluing anything. Nothing has been done and I fear that side of my brain will soon forget how to function.

Now that I'm done venting, I have a few OLD pics to post. I just found these on my SD card. These are from the townhomes back in April or May. Shortly before we moved. Made me smile.

Ms Paige Monster goin for a ride. (Please don't look at her hair, she was going for the whole "I just took a ride in a tornad0" look.

My cover shot for Babes & Bikes.

Don't know what he's doing, but he sure thinks he's funny.

Tommy and Daddy

Someone was too shy to get on the bike...

IT'S A....

GIRL!!!!!

To say that I'm excited, would be a very true statement. The girls wanted a girl and Tommy wanted a boy. Paige wants to name her Paige, but that doesn't really surprise any of us.

Everything looked good on the ultrasound, which was a big relief to us. My mom thought it was a boy, so she looked a little down when I said girl (BUT, I'm sure she will deny this).

Pregnancy: The 9 month disease.

I actually think this post should be entitled:

Birth control- It's a good thing.

So, I like to consider myself a somewhat normal person, when under normal circumstances. I mean I know that I'm "crazy" but like the title says, it's usually a "happy crazy". But then I get pregnant and all common sense and sanity leaves my body, and in comes the real crazies. The kind where you know that your husband is secretly praying at night for the aliens to come back and return his "real wife", and if the aliens can't return her, then TAKE HIM AWAY from who ever is living in her body.

Oh yes, I have my normal moments, I can carry on about a 10 minute conversation, before you realize that I'm a little bonkers. And to be perfectly honest, when I'm pregnant I dislike about 85% of the population, so if you DO get a 10 minute conversation out of me, you should consider yourself a very lucky person (kinda like winning the lottery).

My housekeeping, dancing ability and parental skills are all deeply affected by this whole pregnancy thing. I happen to be 5'4 (the tallest female in my family) so when I bend over I can't breathe. Doing laundry is like a constant "hold your breathe" contest and picking something off the floor... well you just don't do that. My dancing ability is, well kinda not there right now. And parenting... seems way off. You know you are "sick" when you see your child drop a piece of food and just think "Maybe they are saving it for later". Oh well it only lasts 9 months.

Don't you worry about me though, my little cream puffs.

At least I KNOW that this behaviour is not normal, and I know that the END definitely justifies this journey. I just hope my husband and darling monsters realize that it's worth it in the long run.

Because at the end of one of these monster days, where you laugh, then cry, and occasionally scream you climb into bed and get a little Kick in the side from your "partner in crime" and you do know that it is all worth it. This crazy crappy time gives you the biggest pot of gold you could ever ask for or dream of.

You get one of these:

So in the meantime, I do apologize to all those that I offend, criticize, and roll my eyes at.

Try not to take it personally, it's just the baby talking.

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Why I will NOT be making my blog Private.

So last night I cried, for probably 2 hours. I didn't just cry a little... it was a big cry. The kind where your face hurts and your eyes are puffy and your nose won't stop running. And you wake up with a crying hangover. I was reading a blog, a blog of someone who I have never met, never bumped into and probably never will. But her life brought me to my knees.

You see she lost her husband to Lupus. She is a beautiful 2o something girl, with an adorable little boy.

I ended up on her blog and I couldn't stop reading. I read about her husband's death and then I went to the archives and read about his fight, their life, their love and all that they have been through. And I cried through it all. I bawled like she was my best friend, and when I was done I prayed for her and her darling son.

When it was all said and done and I was lying in bed, I thought in my little brain of mine "That is why blog is not going private". You see I need all the prayers I can get. I don't care who you are, if you want to pray for me go right ahead. I might not be going through what this beautiful women is, but when I have my hard days and blog about them, I'll take any prayers that I can get in my direction.

Am I making the right choice for my family? For now the answer is yes. I am no dummy, I know that there are bad people in this world. I know there are people out there that steal pictures, leave comments and are just plain crazy. I know that 7 people have ended up on my blog by googling "I hate sonic", 6 of you are actually looking for my friend "kiera", and one of you wants to know "what happened to pollyanna paralyzed." I also know I've read blogs of people I have never met, and their words have affected me.

Do I believe that my words have an impact on people NO, but I am not going to be a hypocrite. I'm not going to say, you can't look at my life, but I'm going to hop around and read yours.

I strongly believe that everyone is just looking out for their family and doing what they feel is right, many of my favorite people have come out and said they were going private, so I thought I would come along and say why I'm not.

In the mean time, if you have a few moments and lots of tears and prayers to spare take a look at this darling family: http://www.kamandjami.blogspot.com/

Slipping through my fingers.

This is not my favorite day of the year. It is not my 2nd favorite either. Today is the day that the school system takes my child... now children. I really do enjoy my time with them, and really didn't want them to go. Kelly was ready though. She's become a pro at this, and even though it is a new school with new people, she was ready to leave me. She was excited. Paige on the other hand, says the things you want to hear from your child (when you don't want them to leave you). Paige cried, she didn't want to leave. Actually she didn't even want to wake up. She didn't want to ride the bus, and she didn't want to stay in her class. Why you might wonder?? Because she loves me. Because she knows that I needed to hear that. I know that it will be a constant battle to get her to school, but in 13 years when I'm driving her to college I will appreciate all of the times I got to hear her say "Mommy, I don't want to leave you."

So this morning went okay... could have gone better, but we made it through. Kelly asked me to curl her hair. And I did. Paige didn't want to go, she even missed the bus. But I drove the little monster to school, walked her to her classroom and left my little girl.

My Hotness

Could life get any better??

It could if you were married to this hotness

Dearest Hotty with a Body,

Thanks for everything. Thank you for dealing with a cranky sick pregnant women. Thank you for doing the dishes, and the laundry and the taking care of a cranky sick pregnant lady. I would like to believe that someday I will make it up to you, but we both know that that probably won't happen. By the time I'm feeling up to returning the favor, you will have one-uped me again... somehow with something. And no, I don't care that our friends that are reading this are probably gaging and puking, because now they know how I feel.

But, really thanks for turning me into the spoiled brat that I am. I love you for it. For everything. Thank you for being a goof ball and making me laugh. Thank you for not being upset that I was tooo sick to throw you some out of this world 30th party, I still feel bad about that. And thank you for our babies... all 4.3333 of them.