Athletics will be his strong suit.....

In an attempt to quickly and painlessly pass the time during Cade's two (yes, TWO) weeks off from school for conferences and Spring break, we decided to get a little crafty.  Now, I don't completely lack artistic skill, but I'm not much better than a elementary student.  My mom would disagree but look at where a mom's opinion have gotten some on American Idol!  Epic failures and ultimate humiliation!

Anyway, Cade got a Crayola clay kit from my sister awhile ago and we've just never sat down to assemble the cute little jungle animals.

Don't they just look so cute!

I greatly underestimated how difficult it would actually be.  I mean, we didn't do horrible but they look more like sad, sickly little animals that live in a dirty zoo than a beautiful jungle.  I rolled the balls and Cade had fun assemblying them.

It was really difficult to get the proportions and shapes of the parts all right.  We just couldn't get ours to look as cute as the box......

I think Cade's expression best sums up how this experience went for us.  It was a good activity to pass some time, but judging from the way our little creatures turned out I'm not sure it was a painless one.  Meet Abused Panda Bear and Pig Monkey.  Haha!

Wordless Wednesday: Mommy's Salvation :)

Watch out, Octomom!

I think I need to see a doctor.  I need a prescription for a condition that has recently taken over my mind, but it seems the only prescription that seems would be effective is a baby.  That’s right, I’m suffering from Baby Fever.  I’m enjoying every minute with the baby I have now and I obviously love my preschooler, but I’ve just always felt that I wasn’t done having babies.  I’ve always wanted more than two.  And this is where it’s starting to get complicated: Do I only want three?  What about FOUR?  It’s complicated because my husband “thinks” he’s done with two.  I mean, he says pretty confidently that he is, but I know he doesn’t feel as strongly about it as he conveys.  Haha.

Here’s the thing.  He is so adamant about not having anymore kids because I’m so convinced that we are.  We’re both pretty stubborn people so the middle ground is hard for us to meet sometimes.  But you can’t meet in the middle when it comes to having another baby.  You do or you don’t.  He’s secretly is 50-50, but has to be stubborn about it.  You see, I’ve been talking about it forever and he’s been rejecting it, only sooooome of the time.  It usually goes something like this:

Me: “Would you want to find out the sex of the next baby or be surprised?”

Cory: “Definitely be surprised.”

Another random day…

Me: “We need to put some of this baby stuff in storage.”

Cory: “Why not sell it?  I don’t know what baby you think is going to be using it.”

Yes you do J

I confronted him about it, just bringing up the fact that I think he argues so strongly for the “nay” side because he can’t say “yay” unless it’s on his terms.  And it can’t be on his terms when I’ve already set the terms and I’m not budging.  I’ve always told him he just argues for the sake of arguing, and he’ll be the first to agree with that.  But he says he fears the hectics a third child can add to the mix, but really have you met our first child?  He's three children in one right now so really, what's another?  Also, the cost!  Kids are expensive.  I get this, but really are you ever financially ready for the first baby?  The second?  No.  You can never be financially ready for a baby unless you’re a TV star making $3 million an episode, but then you’re Charlie Sheen and you have a whole other set of problems to worry about!  (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, take a look at this!)

I say, let's deal with the chaos now to reap the benefits later.  I want more than two kids and I want them to have more than one sibling.

We’ll be “ready” for Baby #3 when it’s time for Baby #3 to come.  That’s definitely not now which is why I’m not planning it to happen now and Cory says that he doesn’t want another baby now.  Like most guys, he’s more think-in-the-moment (and in the moment he’s completely stressed out with the kids we have already haha) whereas I’m thinking a couple years down the road.  And in a couple years down the road, I will be pregnant with Baby #3. J Then a couple years after that, if Baby #4 comes along then wonderful!  Watch out, Octomom!

Now, I need to go visit the maternity ward at our hospital so I can cuddle some newborns.  Hopefully they won’t call security.

Mommy Brain, Or Just Plain Stupid?

I've done some pretty stupid things in my life, the majority being just "blonde moments."  But I also was a decently smart cookie in my school years.  Lately, I seem to be having more of those infamous blonde moments, and I'm choosing to blame my kids.  I really do surprise myself sometimes with my level of stupidness and what better way to celebrate it than to share with all of you! 

While coming up on a red light, that only turns red if someone pushes the button at the cross-walk, I see cars stopped and a black dog walking across the road.  My thought, "What in the world?!?  The dog pushed the button and, to top it off, is actually walking in the cross-walk?!?"  No, dummy.  The dog is on a very long leash and the owner is about 12 feet behind it.

I'm always filling glasses of water when I have another one sitting half full in the living room.

I returned the Bill Nye The Science Guy: Outer Space DVD to the library before dropping Cade off at school.  When I get home, I start dusting around the TV where I find the Bill Nye The Science Guy: Outer Space DVD.  I returned the case.

During my morning routine one day, I got my cup of coffee and took my vitamin.  After helping Cade get his breakfast, putting away a few dishes, washing a couple bottles and briefly reading the headlines in the paper, I started eating a banana and then.....I took my vitamin.  Just 15 or so minutes after taking it the first time.  I felt really healthy that day.

Brynlee still wakes up once a night (around 2:00 or so) to eat.  During the time that she was sick, she woke up quite a bit more than just once.  I still tried to only feed her once though around her regular time.  Except for the night that exhaustion got the best of me and I fell asleep shortly after 9:00.  Brynlee woke up and I stumbled out of bed, eyes still closed, grabbed the bottle and went in to feed her.  I never really opened my eyes until I came back into my room to see that it was 9:24.  Loser!

Lunchtime can get crazy around here.  I have four people to feed and some days that equals four different meals.  One crazy day in particular, I got a bottle warming for Brynlee.  A few minutes later I take it out and put it off to the side.  Meanwhile, I'm doing a few dishes, throwing a few pieces of food to the 1-year-old I watch, fixing plates for Cade and I and trying to soothe Brynlee's whines for her food.  As I'm putting things back in the fridge and getting other things out, I grab a bottle for Brynlee to warm up.  This would have been a huge failure but luckily I noticed the already warmed bottle as I was starting to warm to new one.

So, that's my life.  You may laugh (at least I hope you did a little, otherwise what was the point of this post?) but while you get pleasure out of my stupidity, remember that this my brain people.  I have no control and it's starting to worry me!

I'm glad I saw this now because it very well could have been the next thing to add to my list!