Scots are Funny

I was at Target this morning buying the Easter goodies and a young man named Kristopher was checking me out, chatting about Peeps and I asked him if he was Scottish and he said "yes, but one time...."

He proceeded to tell me a funny story about a woman who was convinced he was from Maine. I wish I had the brain cells to either remember the story or write it down, but I think they are leaking out along with the breast milk.

Anyway, he gave me quite a lovely chuckle, though the lady behind me looked at me like I was daffy.

I think that this entire post quite perfectly describes the aforementioned brain cell leakage.

Carry on.

things to be happy about

I am not very good at the collage thing, but

1) get to spend my days with this cute little guy
2) gave myself a office/scrap space (in progress)
3) the same little guy doesn't mind sleeping
4) we could actually pay all our March bills-whew!
5) totally perfect pancakes-none were thrown away
6) a secret stash of Girl Scout cookies

First Foods

Georgie has been trying solid foods for the last few weeks, but this was by far his favorite.

I Remember when...

even if I didn't get all the grooming I needed on a daily basis, I at least brushed my hair. (hence a serious dearth of photos of George & me.)

I would watch a movie all the way through in one sitting. (didn't know I could make a single DVD last three days. Same goes for books. I've been reading "Atonement" for weeks now.)

I could cook real meals. (attempted this on Friday and it was horrifyingly exhausting.)

my house was clean. (just when it most needs it; it is beyond disgusting.)

I actually cared about any of the above.

The most Beautiful Baby in the World

Now that I've put another sun in my sky, I have to qualify the "most beautiful" with either boy or baby, depending on if Harry is listening or not.

Brotherly Love

Just in time for Valentine's Day

Dreaming of Spring

I am SO done with winter!

1. Had enough of colds and coughs. Poor Harry has a nasty one right now; waiting for a call from the doctor because his ear is infected.

2. I can't stand how dirty the car is; even if we wash it, the next snow & melt cruds it right back up again.

3. Georgie hates being bundled up with a passion. He gets really mad.

4. I want nice, longs days again. they go far too fast right now.

5. The house is downright stinky; we need some fresh air in here!

Seven year old angst

I guess the combination of winter, school, & some jealousy of our baby is getting to Harry:

Translation: "I am sad and miserable. I would like it if you made me happy. Can you play with me?"
Awwww, poor dude!

My Top 25 in iTunes

This post is a total ripoff from Cathy Zielske's blog.



Most of them make sense, but some are puzzlers. Like, I can't remember the last time I listened to Alanis Morissette, yet, there she is. I had to replace my hard drive in 2005, so these are from the last few years. I'd bet it would look pretty different if it was from 2000, when I got this iBook.

Tomorrow is the BIG day!

I am so excited and nervous. I am scheduled for a c-section tomorrow at 4:30pm. It feels like of strange to not only know the date, and time and place already. The only unknown is the size!

Less than a month to go!

I have been trying to get all the kids caught up on all their dental/doctor visits before Georgie arrives. By the end of next week, I should be through! It has been quite an adventure. Harry had two cavities and they only do one side at a time, so he is going on his THIRD dental appointment. Steven and Savanna each had two because they do the exam and cleaning seperate. Steven and Savanna also have eye appointments and Steven gets extra visits to the endocrinologist because his blood sugars are not under control. Between all that and my bi-weekly appointments, I am so worn out!

Simple minds, simple pleasures

Every time I see a large dog sitting up nicely in the front seat of a car, it totally makes me laugh. There is just something so human and stately about them (very unlike my dog) sitting there so calmly.

First Day of School!

Harry started first grade today and all went very well. He got up when it was time, ate breakfast, got dressed and brushed his teeth without complaint. It was GREAT! He has not been thrilled with the idea of going back to school, so I was terrified that this day would be a struggle, but he was a champ! He's got one friend from Kindergarten in his class this year, so the boys sat together when they got there. I can't wait to hear about his day!

Getting ready for school

So, I am a little overprotective. I know it! When I was packing Harry's lunch for the very first time, I realized that some of those packages are freakin' hard to open. I didn't want him to sit there and not eat (he does that often enough) so I took everything out of the little packages and put it in ziplock bags.

Harry is a haircut convert

For as long as he has needed haircuts, Harry has just HATED them. When he was little, he cried throughout the whole ordeal and then when he outgrew the tears, he just became uncooperative. He would hold his head at funny angles and slump down; generally try to sabotage the haircut. After four months of letting his hair grow (and I really thought it was kind of surfer-boy cute), we finally took him in because he just wasn't keeping it clean enough. Well, he must have gotten lucky because the stylist knew just how to chat him up and he was Mr. Personality for her, talking a blue streak and sitting like a little statue. Now he says that he ALWAYS wants his hair short.

10 Weeks Left!

Gorgeous George!

Here is the latest u/s of our baby. (at 27 weeks) He is measuring just right and all is okay with him.

Finally got a zoom lens

I love being able to take pics without being in his face! I hope to take a bunch tomorrow, but I'm not sure what we are going to do. We are supposed to have some record heat and being 6+ months pregnant does not really jive with 105 degrees.

Now I just need a camera bag that the lens fits in!

An interesting side to my personality...

I have realized that for a few weeks right after my big kids leave each summer to visit their dad, I turn into a total slob. Clothes on the floor, dishes on the sink, "stuff" everywhere. I ususally revert back to my normal "neat-nik" self LONG before they come home. I don't really know why it is such a release for me to let the house go for a while, but I do it every single summer.

Ultrasound #2

Here is a face shot of little George. Yes, it is another boy! That is three in a row for me.