Do I Have Pansy-Ass Written on My Forehead?

Seriously! When walking through a crowd...or just down the aisle of Target for that matter...why do I always have to be the person to get out of the other person's way. Why can't they get out of my way?!

Seriously...if I wasn't ALWAYS the person to move, I think I would be slamming into people non-stop. It really pisses me off.

Can I say seriously any more?

I guess that's another reason I should be thankful for having triplets. When I'm walking behind that triplet stroller - all I can say is WATCH OUT!

Mommy, don't play so rough!

Looks like I have a trip to the dentist ahead of me. We're on the second day of the two-day Whine Fest we go through after a way-too-busy (but fun!) weekend. So in an effort to cheer up SA, who was exceptionally grumpy, I pulled him up onto my lap for a fun game of rough housing. I was bouncing him up and down and making silly faces - SA giggling all the while. I started going at his face like I was going to gobble it up (he loves that!), when he lunged forward at the same time. Right into my front teeth. Pain. I'm in pain.

It's only my front, left tooth that hurts. It doesn't really feel loose, but it aches terribly. As much as I'd like to shrug it off and hope it goes away, I should probably have it checked out.

But we were having so much fun!

Happy Memorial Day!

Sarafem Update....So far it seems to be working rather well. I still worry over the silliest and craziest things, but I'm much slower to react to things that upset me. My mother told me yesterday that she wants to buy stock in the stuff. ha! She said it has changed her life (me taking it). I admit I was pretty awful to her sometimes. She does soooo many things that annoy the piss out of me, and I just couldn't let things go. Since I've been taking the medicine, she still annoys me, but I can just shrug - or sometimes even laugh - things off. She had surgery on her thumb a week or so ago, so she's off work for the next seven weeks. I've been seeing or talking to her almost everyday, and GET THIS...even enjoying it! Who'da thunk?!

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I have let my house go. It is a mess! We've got boxes piled up in every corner. With the (first) move right ahead of us, I keep thinking, "Why clean now when I'm going to have to do it all over again right before we move?" Uh...because that's what you do. When else would you say, "Oh...I have to clean next week, so why do it this week?" We had some surprise guests that knocked some sense (or embarassment really) into me lastnight, so I got a dent in some cleaning this afternoon after I put the kids down for their nap. The place is still a mess, but it's somewhat presentable.

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Can I tell you how much I am dreading living with my MIL? She is a wonderful person. I love her dearly. SHE'S not the problem. It's just being someone's guest for a month. It's having to pick up after myself (and the kids...and who am I kidding...RD), because it's not our home - I can't just leave it for later. I'm not one to leave toiletries out on the sink and dishes out on the counter. I'm quite anal about putting things back in their place, but having that feeling that I have to put it away...it's just different. Worrying about how long it will take the kids to get adjusted. Will they sleep well? Will they keep her up? Will our cats puke all over her carpet? I know we'll have to go through getting the kids adjusted again in the new house, but it will be our house. We'll be the only ones the kids will be keeping up. If we want to leave our dishes out 'til the morning - so be it. Let's hope our house is ready ON TIME. Talking to the neighbors, they said all homes in this subdivision have been ready on time, and some even early. They're in the final phase of this subdivision and are starting a new one, so I'm sure they're anxious to get everything wrapped up so they can move on to their next project.

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RD graduates from his residency next month. This is something I looked forward to for so long. The plan was that we would start a family and I would be a stay-at-home mom as soon as he finished his residency. Well...we started our family ahead of schedule, and triplets not being in the plan, I was lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mom earlier than anticipated. We weren't about to pay for three kids in daycare, so RD picked up some extra moonlighting shifts...and the sudden halt in our social life helped the budget as well, so everything worked out just fine. The only thing I would change? I wish I would've known that my last day of work was my last day of work. I had dreamed of the day he would graduate so I could stay home. Of course once I found out I was pregnant with triplets, I knew I'd be quitting soon, but I thought I had a few months to prepare. But thanks to an unexpected trip to the ER at 18 weeks (about 4-6 contractions an hour), I was told to stop working immediately. Just like that. I went straight to work from the hospital, packed a box, handed my Supervisor my doctor's notice, and headed home. That was it. No, "Yeahhh! This is my last day!" No countdown. No going away party with cake and ice cream. Nada. My life as I knew it was changing right then and there. It all worked out great in the end, it just would've been nice to know. Half the fun is in the anticipation of it. The fun of wondering what's to come.

Comment Notification

Harumph! I paid the $12-fee to Haloscan in order to get the comments sent to my e-mail, but for some reason I only receive about half of them.

I like having them sent to my e-mail, because I really enjoy being able to respond back to each comment. So if you don't hear from me, it's because I didn't get the special delivery I paid for ;), but I do read all comments. You all make my day!

Have a great weekend!

Stupid Comment of the Week

I ran up to a local sandwich shop to pick up lunch for us yesterday. I ran into one of our (current) neighbors. We exchanged some chit chat about selling the house (they just sold their's as well), inspections, moving, etc., then the subject of our kids came up. Sometimes...sometimes...I just don't know what to say to some people...

Neighbor: Do you take care of them all by yourself? I mean...do you work?

Me: I stay home with the kids.

Neighbor: YOU NEED A JOB! Seriously! You're going to go crazy taking care of those kids. I have a friend with five kids - she had to go out and get a job because she was seriously losing her mind taking care of those kids by herself. You need to GET OUT!

Me: I get out with the kids a lot. They're really a lot of fun.

Neighbor: No! No! You need to go get a part-time job or something. It will do you wonders!

Me: Yea. I really should get going. Nice seeing you. Choke back expletive.

This was fresh on the heels of my mom saying I need to start potty training my 15-month olds, so I'd already hit my limit on helpful advice for the day.

We've got a busy weekend ahead of us, so I'm not sure I'll be back on-line for a couple days - maybe Sunday afternoon during naptime. In the meantime, everyone enjoy their weekend!

Recent Pictures

Standing in Breakfast Room, looking into Family Room


Standing in Family Room, looking into Breakfast Room


Dining Room ceiling


Master Bath tub

Writer's Block

I don't know why I'm writing, because I have nothing to say at the moment. Isn't it funny how this blog stuff goes in spurts? I'll have a month where I write everyday, sometimes multiple entries in one day, then nothing.

Oh well. Maybe I should be thankful I have no drama in my life right now to inspire me. *smirk*

We took a buttload of pictures of the new house lastnight. I'll try to get those posted later today.

Totally off-topic, I've got a mystery hair on my tongue. Doesn't that drive you nuts? I can feel it on there, it's making me gag, but no matter how much I scrape my tongue, I can't seem to get my fingers on it. Highly annoying...and gross really.

Big Changes Are Coming Our Way

One of the big questions we have about our upcoming move is our new neighbors. What will they be like? Will some be our age? Are there kids? Are they nice? Will we like them?

Well, this morning I took my mom out to see the house (again), and was happy to see the guy in the house behind us was outside. I got out to introduce myself and he quickly whisked me inside, saying, "My wife is so excited to meet you!" I knew within minutes that I liked them. They have two sons, one that is our kids' age and will be in the same class. She filled me in on the neighborhood (which I was happy to hear is FILLED with kids our kids' age!!), who's who, where the good babysitters live, when the playdates are, etc.

This is going to be such a huge change from where we're coming from. The street we live on now is very diverse. You have the big-money houses up the street, some very nice starter homes, and some not-so-nice houses in the mix as well. Everyone keeps to themselves around here. Talk about a group of people that other than living on the same street, would in no way have anything in common. We'll all give out the polite smile, wave, or nod, but that's the extent of it.

How refreshing it will be to move into a neighborhood where people actually talk to each other. The people in the house behind us (new house that is) have grown so close to the couple two doors down from us that they went on a vacation to Mexico together! Now that's something!

More than anything, I'm so relieved to hear of all the kids our's will have to play with.

As for the progress of the house, they were putting up the drywall and grading (?) out the backyard. It looks like they'll probably start the deck in the next day or two - weather permitting.

I'm sure everyone is sick of me gushing over my excitement about the new house, but I'm just beside myself with anticipation. I can't wait!

10 Things I Love

I was tagged by Miki to post 10 things I love. :)

Here goes!

1. I LOVE the way my babies hug their arms around me tight when I pick them up.
2. I LOVE that I can smell RD on his pillow when he works nights and I'm in bed all alone.
3. I LOVE that RD is my best friend and loves everything about me - even the weird things.
4. I LOVE my mini-van. Who would've ever thought? Certainly not me!
5. I LOVE to watch AR, SA, and SJ playing together, giggling hysterically.
6. I LOVE being a mom.
7. I LOVE chocolate and peanut butter. Put both together...pure heaven!
8. I LOVE salt. I put it on most everything. Pepper, too!
9. I LOVE Mexican food. It's my absolute favorite.
10. I LOVE the sound of the kids bouncing up and down in their cribs, babbling to each other each morning before I go in to get them.

See, what you NEED to do is...

That was the phrase of the evening. You got a problem? My dad's wife can solve it. Please note this is dripping with sarcasm. You might not even know you have a problem, but she's got a solution.

Overall, I guess the evening went okay. We were going for casual and easy, so we were going to grill some brats. Dad said that wouldn't work because she doesn't like brats, so RD made some burgers, BUT we didn't have any onions to go with the burgers. She somehow managed to keep the burgers down anyway.

I told her we just bought bedroom furniture, and she said, "You need to go to _____ to get your bedroom furniture, because...insert about 10 minutes of useless garble. "We already bought bedroom furniture." Didn't I just say that? "Well, if you need to buy more, you need to go there." mmm-kay.

They usually leave by 8 p.m., which would've worked out perfect because RD is working nights and he usually takes a nap between 8-10 p.m. It looked like they were getting ready to go, when she noticed C.S.I. was on, so they sat down to watch the last hour and a half. I was planning on watching it anyway, so I didn't mind, but both my dad and his wife gave a running play-by-play on everything that was happening. I wanted to say, "You do know we're watching the same show. The commentary? Totally not necessary. We get what's going on."

As soon as C.S.I. was over, I knew ER was coming on, which I also wanted to watch, but I was afraid they might stay an hour more, so I left it on the same channel, missed the first few minutes of my show (worth the sacrifice!), and said our goodbye's.

I get along with her much better than I did in previous years. I can see she's not going anywhere, and no matter how annoying, she's here to stay, so I want to be as supportive to my dad as I can be. But dang, the woman just talks and talks and talks and talks. It's so exhausting! I don't know how my dad does it.

Randoms

We're having my dad and his wife over for dinner tonight. Cross your fingers and hope really hard that my happy pills are working tonight. I'm ready for a dinner that - no matter how much thought we put into it, or how carefully we prepare it - she will not like. Most every thing we do is screaming for improvement, and she knows just how to fix it. Just nod and smile. Nod and smile.

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Our neighbors are moving tomorrow (the nice ones, not the hoosiers across the street). When she moved in (first by herself, her fiance now lives with her), I had these visions of us becoming these great friends. Didn't happen. In the 2+ years she's lived here, I've seen very little of her. Oh well. We're moving soon anyway. I'll have some new neighbors I can force myself upon. :)

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I took the kids to the grocery store this morning. This 30-something woman followed me out to the van, asking me all kinds of questions. What was kind of funny was that she seemed very disappointed in all my answers.

Lady: There's three of them!

Me: Yep.

Lady: Are they the same age?

Me: Yes, they're triplets.

Lady: Looks confused.

Lady: Watching as I put SJ and AR in the back seat and SA in the middle row. Why don't you have the boys together? Don't you think they want to be together?

Me: Um...I guess I never really thought about it.

Lady: Frowning...They're not dressed alike? Why don't you dress them alike?

Me: Never been into that really. Rushing to get in the van...Have a great day 'kay? Speed off.

Some people are very strange...

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I have a problem. Well, one of my kids does. He bites. A lot. AR, our girl, bites from time to time, but it's usually out of frustration, and it's usually her last resort when she's tried everything else. Good thing about her biting is I can usually see it coming and stop her before she strikes. SA on the other hand.... His biting isn't out of frustration or anger, it's more out of happiness. Though in his own little way he's showing affection, it's quite painful. He'll be walking towards me with his big ole' sweet grin, opens his mouth up wide and has this look that says, "I love ya, mom! I'm gonna bite ya!" He'll get so excited playing with AR and SJ, that he'll lean over and try to bite one of them on the top of their head. I don't know what to do. We have a party coming up soon at a friend's house, where there will be lots of kids. Dang it, I so didn't want to be that family, the one with the biter. Oh well. It happens even to the good ones, right? He means well. Really he does! :)

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I drove by the house this morning. They're finished with the brick, the plumbing, and the electrical work. They've poured the cement in the basement and in the garage. It looks like they're getting ready to start the deck and hang the dry wall soon.

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We took the kids to Children's Hospital yesterday to get their blood drawn. We live in an old house, so their Ped wanted their lead levels checked (we were supposed to do this two months ago). I was dreading this so much. I kept worrying about my poor babies having to get stuck with a needle. Once we got there and I saw so many sick kids - kids who would be lucky if a short stint in the lab for a blood draw was their only worry - I realized how blessed we really are. It might have hurt for a minute, but our babies got to come home with us. We were in and out in an hour. Driving through the garage, looking for a spot, I got sad thinking so many of those cars represented a sick child. It really gives you a whole new appreciation.

Poop flies, baby!

I feel there's been a common theme around here.

POOP.

It's everywhere. We had some friends over one night and I saw one whispering to the other and pointing at something. "What is it," I asked. "I think it's poop. On the floor!" I should've at least tried to act surprised (or disgusted for that matter), but I just went over and picked it up with a tissue, then went on like this was totally normal.

Just this morning I was changing SA on the changing table, when rolling up his diaper, a pellet of poop went flying behind the table.

Me: RD, before you leave, I need you to pull the changing table out. Some poop fell back there.

RD: Okay.

No "What...how...why...," just "OK!"

We're clean people. Really we are! It's just...there's just so much of it. And it doesn't help that it often comes in little balls.

All I can say is think twice before picking up that mystery item on the floor.

Now...how bad do you want to come to MY house right now? ;)

New Pics

Thanks for sending all your positive vibes my way. It's wonderful knowing I have such wonderful friends out there. :)

I took my mom by the house this morning. Here are some pics...






They're a little blurry. I don't know if my camera lens is smudged or what, but all my pictures have had this foggy look to them. I'll have to check it out.

Unusual Night

I was watching ER lastnight, and started to feel what I can only describe as funny. My chest was a bit tight. I had a sort of nervous feeling all over. I did my best to ignore it and headed off to bed. I was lying on my stomach when suddenly my left arm started to tingle. I wasn't lying on it, I had it above my head, under my pillow. I rolled over onto my back and noticed I felt that tingly feeling all over. My head had that medicine-head feeling. I got up to go to the bathroom, turned the light on, and sat on the toilet, staring ahead of me. When I would explain this to RD later, he looked at me a bit strange when I told him, but what I felt like was that I had to concentrate really hard not to pass out.

I had an episode like this a couple years ago. I might have posted about this before; I can't remember. I got up to go to the bathroom and passed out, hitting my head on the toilet on my way down. I went through many tests (e.g., EKG, heart monitor for a week...which was called a Holter monitor...or something like that, CAT Scan, bloodwork, etc.). My thyroid test showed to be a bit hyperactive, but other than that, everything turned out normal. They thought maybe I was straining so hard on the toilet that I passed out. Now...I've had some bad poo's, but c'mon. I'm a pusher, but I don't know that I could push that hard. They also thought it might be that I was pregnant. This was during the period of my many miscarriages and I had stopped testing for pregnancy at this point. I very well may have been pregnant, but with all my pregnancies, I never experienced fainting spells. So we just chucked it up as a freak thing, and went on like nothing happened. The one thing I did remember from that episode, was my left arm having that coming-back-from-being-asleep feeling - the same feeling I had lastnight.

I paged RD at work and he said he would be leaving within 10 minutes. I kept feeling that I was about to pass out, and trying not to panic, I called my mom who lives 5 minutes away and asked that she come over until RD got home. The idea of passing out with the kids sleeping in the other room worried me immensely. By the time my mom got there I was shaking on the bed. My teeth were chattering and my body was trembling, but I did not feel cold. Minutes into my mom's visit, I was feeling better.

RD arrived about 20 minutes later. Amazingly, other than the feeling in my arm, I felt fine. Isn't that how it always works? I told my mom she could go home, we didn't think it was necessary for me to go to the ER. We went to bed and I was hounding RD with questions, asking him what he thought was wrong with me. "Stress," he said. "I don't know that stress could have this reaction on me." He then brought up the matter which I've been stressing over, asking me how much I've been thinking about it today. Immediately, my symptoms started to come back. Dang it, he's always right. Well...usually.

So I've been doing my best to not think about things. The stressful matter is something with one of the kids. It shouldn't be a big deal...it's a cyst...long story...probably normal...don't want to talk about it...they have an appointment in two weeks....that's all I'm saying about it for now. Again, I've been told it's most likely nothing at all. I'm feeling better today. My arm still feels sort of sore. Probably unrelated. Maybe I hurt it packing or something.

Drama. I swear it's always something. Gas leaks...neighbor troubles...always something. ha! Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend. I probably won't be posting again until Sunday. RD's off today and tomorrow, so I should be too busy to get on-line again. We'll see...I have my ways of making time. ;)

Can't Get Enough

...to eat.

The past few days I have been hungry ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT. I just can't get enough to eat. This happens every now and then. I guess I'll keep stuffing myself silly and hope it stops soon. It seems to usually pass after 3-4 days.

We went by the house this morning. There were so many trucks parked out front that it made it hard to get a picture. We'll be going by again this weekend, we'll get some pics then.

Brick House

I'm so excited! I drove by the house this morning and they were laying the brick and putting up the siding (siding on sides and back of house). Things are really moving along. RD hasn't been by in a few days (I've been by everyday this week...it's addicting!), so I called him and told him he needs to get his butt out there to see how much has changed.

I haven't taken any pictures lately, because I've been by during their working hours. I feel funny walking around taking pictures when there are all these men working away; plus, I have the kids in the car with me. We're going to Sears to order our washer, dryer, and fridge, then we're going by to see the house. I'll make sure to take the camera and I'll post some pictures tomorrow.

I'm so excited!

Huh?

I was still trying to get used to the idea of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes (which by the way, I think is kind of creepy and somewhat gross) being an item, now this...

Kenny and Renee say, "I do!"

I like both, but it does seem like an odd pairing. Though surprised, I wish them my best!

My Second Wind

I don't know if it's the nice weather that has thankfully returned or if my happy pills are kicking in, but I have had this rush of energy lately, which is wonderful because I've gotten a lot done in the past few days.

I've gotten a lot packed; now I just need to get some more bubble wrap before I can continue. Lastnight RD and I went to Sears to check out some appliances. We picked out our washer and dryer and our refrigerator. We're going back Thursday morning to purchase them.

This morning I got up before the kids to shower and get ready, got them up at 8:00 a.m., fed and dressed them, let them play a bit, then packed them up in the van and headed to Kincaid to buy our dining room furniture (if you go to their webpage and wait through the changing photos, they show our dining room set). We picked this set out a couple weeks ago. The saleswoman called us to let us know they were changing the upholstery on the chairs, so they were offering the display furniture to us at 20% off. I went in to check out the condition of the furniture - there were a few scratches on the surface that she said they would fix - and put some money down. We had to order the sideboard separately, but they said once that came in they would hold the entire set in their warehouse for us until we're ready to move.

After the furniture store, I headed out to the builder to turn in some samples they gave us for the kitchen counters, got some measurements to make sure the new fridge will fit, talked closing costs, then headed home.

This all may not seem like a big deal to most, but getting out alone with the kids is pretty new to me. We were stuck in the house all winter due to RSV, then just not being used to it, I didn't feel comfortable getting everyone out by myself. Now I am loving it. It is so nice and makes me feel so...NORMAL. This is how it's supposed to be. And it's such a nice break in the day.

In other news, NO MORE BOTTLES!! Yeaaahhhh!!!! I'm a little late in sharing this news, but I'm pretty darn excited about it. As I mentioned before, they had a hard time taking to the sippy cups, so it was no small task. They gave up their morning bottle around 12 months, their afternoon bottle at 13 months, then several days ago we got rid of the nighttime bottle. I'm so happy because I did not want to lug all those dang bottles to my MIL's. Good riddance!

He's Definitely a Keeper

I had a WONDERFUL Mother's Day. RD is so incredible. Our day couldn't have been more perfect. He did EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING! He fed the kids, clothed and changed the kids, cleaned up after the kids...everything. He does help out regularly anyway, but he took charge all day. AND, when we put the kids to bed, he cleaned the bathroom, did some laundry, and scrubbed the floors by hand. He's awesome.

We started the day at the builder. We went ahead with a color called, Burnt Amber. It's more neutral than the color we chose for the Formica counter. Since we're spending a lot more money on the counters now, I want something we can work with if we decide to change the color scheme in the kitchen/breakfast room.

Then we picked up RD's mom (my mom was with us as well) and headed out to his sister's. We had a nice lunch, visited for awhile, then headed home to get the kids to bed for their afternoon nap. This was another blessing. Getting RD to leave any type of function is usually quite nerve wracking. We always "agree" on an approximate leaving time, but once that time hits - even if it's a time he had wanted - he resists all requests to leave and I end up looking like the bad guy. So imagine my most-pleasant surprise when I said, "Are you ready," and he started packing up the car and we were out in 10 minutes! Nice!

Once we put the kids down for their nap, RD and I cuddled up on the couch for a nap ourselves. I had just started into a good snooze when someone knocked on the door. It was our good friend, P. He had brought me flowers for Mother's Day. Now...how can I get mad when they come with flowers? That was very sweet of him. Unfortunately, his knock woke AR up (their room is right next to the front door...another reason I'll be happy to move), causing a lot of screaming in their room, so RD and I enjoyed some quick (what he called...) Mother's Day sex, then got the kids up. He made Italian beef sandwiches for dinner, and we enjoyed some cheesecake, topped with fresh strawberries, for dessert. Yum!

All in all, a wonderful day! Later tonight I get to go out to buy my present. He came home with a huge bouquet of flowers, along with a card from the kids, and said he had no luck finding what I had requested - Seasons 4, 5, & 6 of Sex and the City. He looked at Target, so maybe I'll go to Best Buy and have more luck.

I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend! Happy Mother's Day to all! :D

Weekend Wandoms

Okay...that's a cheesy title, but sometimes you need to embrace your inner cheese. Embrace your inner cheese? My God...I have lost my mind! I think this new medication has made me a tad whacky.

I've been a packing fool these past few days. I've been doing 2-3 boxes at a time, so it hasn't been too overwhelming. I thought the basement would be the hard part, but it's actually going pretty fast. Most everything is boxed up or sorted somewhat anyway (e.g., Christmas stuff, etc.), so it's just been a matter of grouping things together and putting them in bigger boxes. I'm close to hitting a stopping point soon. I've gotten to where I've packed everything I can for now - everything else will have to wait until we get closer to moving.

We're going to the builder's tomorrow. We had chosen a Formica countertop for the kitchen, and we were having them round the edges instead of the hard, square edges. Turns out they don't have a machine long enough to round the edges of our counter, so either we go with a square edge or wood-capped edge. We went to look at our options a few days ago and liked neither, so we're back to square one. We're thinking of going with Craftstone instead. It's a man-made stone - unfortunately, we can't afford to go with granite, but it'll definitely be nicer than the counter we originally chose. It really sucks because had we known in the beginning that they couldn't round off the edges of the Formica counter, we probably would have scaled back on all the other upgrades we did and went for the granite. Woulda-coulda-shoulda. It was the builder's goof, so we're going to talk to them tomorrow and see if they'll give us a credit of any kind.

After we go to the builder, we're going to my sister-in-law's for Mother's Day. My mom, who normally tags along with us for all the family parties on RD's side, said she wanted to do something separate this year. She wanted RD to barbecue dinner, so she could have time with the kids without having to share them with anyone else. I had to play the mommy-card myself. I'm sorry, but I am a mother, and when do I get time for me? I know she's upset, but I told her if she wants something "separate," we'll have to celebrate another night this week. After my SIL's, I would like to kick back, put my heels up and do absolutely nothing. That's my wish.

For all you moms out there...have a WONDERFUL MOTHER'S DAY!!!!

Bedding Wanted

I'm looking for places to find new bedding. I've looked everywhere I can think of...

Pottery Barn
Crate and Barrel
Bed Bath & Beyond
Dillards
Famous Barr
Marshall-Field's
Spiegel
Sears
Eddie Bauer Home
Bloomingdale's
Macy's
Foley's
Kohl's
Overstock.com
JCPenney

If you have ANY ideas, please send them my way. I'm running out of places!

Thanks! :)

More House Pics

We've been out to the new house several times since these pictures were taken, but here are the latest...






Standing in kitchen, looking towards breakfast room and family room.

Really the only change since these photos is that the roof is finished. They're just waiting for them to put on the shingles. There's a different crew for everything, so when one crew's done, the next moves in. The framers have been done for a few days, but whichever crew does the shingles must be running a bit behind. Thanks to some yucky weather that hit us a couple weeks ago, they already told us that late-June isn't going to happen (which we figured), so hopefully we won't hit anymore hiccups. Now that it's under-roof, weather shouldn't be an issue.

Baby Talk

The kids have a fun time trying to imitate certain words. SJ has caught on to "Thank you." Now...I'm not going to try and start convincing everyone that I have this genius son that is already saying thank you for his peas, but he will often repeat after me after I say it. Except it sounds more like, "dake ew." He cries, "maaaaaaaaaa maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" when he's sad or angry and shouts with glee, "dada" when he's happy.

SA's favorite word is still "dooooo," otherwise known as "dude." He calls RD "deedee" (daddy) and he calls me that as well. I'll point to myself and say, "mommy," but he'll smile real big and say, "deedee!" That's fine. I'll take it. :) He has recently starting saying, "kitty" when he sees the cats. Then everything and everybody is "kitty" for a good hour after that.

AR, our girl, has from the beginning been more advanced in this arena. She started saying, "da-deeeeeee" pretty early. She also called me "mama" pretty early, but that quickly turned to "babu." RD would say, "Where's mommy," and she would point to me and yell out with great seriousness, "babuuuuuuu!" She'll throw in a "mama" from time to time now, but I'm more often answering to "bah" or her favorite, "babu." She moo's when she sees a picture of a cow and has a few times said, "me-yew" when she sees a cat. She was the first to say "kitty" - and it is hilarious how she says it. She's very purposeful in everything she says. She'll babble out a bunch of jibberish with the most serious look on her face. It's pretty funny.

It still amazes me how much they understand. If I mention one's name, the others will look towards him/her. I say "come here," and they usually do. Even if they don't, I know they know I want them to, they're just choosing not to. I know it sounds so simple, but I'm still jumping for joy inside when I give them a command and I see in their eyes that they "get" it. I've seen the frustration in them when they're trying to tell me or show me something and they can't find the words or expressions to make me understand. My little babies are turning into little kids.

I've gotten past missing the baby phase. They are so much fun right now, but with each month, no, each week that passes, it gets even better. It is amazing to watch them learn.

Boxes and boxes

Lots of empty boxes. I really need to pack. Really should pack. Kind of want to pack. Can't find the energy to pack.

I remember packing for the house we're in now. RD and I were cramped up in an itty bitty apartment, been married about a month, and I could not wait to move into our new home. As soon as we had the contract accepted on this house, I was packing boxes. Everyone kept telling me that I had plenty of time to pack ("What's the rush," they'd say), but I wouldn't listen. I was so excited to get ready for the new house.

I'm excited about the new house. Excited enough to find it extremely hard to sleep at night with all the visions of our new home going through my head, but during the day I'm just going through the normal routines I do everyday, no time to sit and daydream. The last thing I want to do when I have a minute to kick back and take a breather is pack. That's just one more thing I have to squeeze into my day.

SEEKING MOTIVATION. Must find motivation to pack. Maybe when I go to sleep tonight, I need to picture myself a month from now, scrambling in a fury to pack because I procrastinated today. We'll see if that works. ;)

Back from the Dead

I kind of expected some "Where-have-you-been comments," but got nary a one. Oh well. Hey, even if it's all in my head, I think my Serafem is starting to work, so I don't even care. heehee!

I'm finally starting to feel somewhat normal. I started feeling a bit queasy Saturday afternoon, then by dinnertime I told RD I was going to bed and I wasn't to be bothered. I truly felt like death was upon me. Around 9 p.m. or so is when the vomiting started. Vomiting and diarrhea - oh joy! The vomiting, along with chills and cold sweats continued through the night, then by morning all I was left with was the lovely diarrhea and hit-by-a-truck feeling. RD was wonderful and took care of everything while I tried my best to sleep. As tired as I was you'd think sleep would come easy, but between SJ's screaming (he's been having a run of the whinies lately), the cats smothering me, and my stomach flipping, I couldn't get more than 10-15 minutes at a time.

Today I am feeling much better. I'm still queasy and haven't had much of an appetite (wouldn't it be wonderful if I lose some weight out of this?), but at least I'm mobile. So far - knock on wood - neither the kids nor RD have showed any signs of getting sick. I'm hoping we're in the clear.

Now on to the fun stuff. We bought bedroom furniture! We also bought a couch for the front living room, but that's not as exciting. Some friends went with us Friday night to help us carry the kids as we went from store to store. The bedroom set we bought was actually at the first place we looked, but we wanted to be sure it was what we wanted before we put any money down. We also found the dining room furniture we're going to get (probably in a few weeks) - I'm still looking for a picture of it to post. Here's the bedroom set:


*Picture credit to Rhodes Furniture.

The house is coming along great. They've got the roof on. I have some more pictures, but I still need to download them to the computer.

RD's bugging me to help him pack, so I better run. I hope everyone had a great (and healthy) weekend!

Until next time...