Target and I...two peas in a pod.

I love Target. It's no secret. So what if the team members recognize me... I love my local Target team. They are a pretty rockin' group of people. I had no plans for Target (or tar-jay as many affectionately call it) today but had to go last minute to exchange a box of size 1 diapers for size 2 since the L-man decided to get all HUGE on me. Originally $180. this chair was on sale for $45. and I got another 30% off because I bought the floor model. So it cost me about $35. It fit very nicely into the home portion of our budget with $ to spare. YAY.Can you tell that Evan LOVES it?

This buffet I got at target.com (about a month ago) for about $38 and it shipped for free.

Woo-hoo for Target clearance!

2 months.

Liamster,

2 months old...and you are in the 95th percentile for everything! Of course you and both of your older brothers have all had HUGE heads. What's up with that? I mean shirts get stuck all the time on all 3 of you guys. Crazy kids. You weigh a whopping 15.45 lbs. I laughed when I saw that number come up on the scale. ..my little chunky monkey. Time to break out the 3-6 month clothes.

You smile ALL the time, it's wonderful...and when you're awake you are always looking around trying to watch your older brothers. It seems you SO badly want to join in on the fun with them. You coo and try to get them to come over and talk to you. They adore you.

You still snort all the time when you get worked up, which isn't often, but it cracks your Daddy and I up! You have been our easiest baby...you have done so well at night from the very start. That makes your Mama so very happy.
So HAPPY.

It has all been somewhat of a whirlwind, these past 2 months. All the visitors, going from 2 to 3 kids, and not only that but 2 to 3 boys. I foresee a lot of wrestling matches between the three of you, but I also hope that the three of you become the best of friends, relying on each other, sticking up for one another, and MOST OF ALL pointing one another to Christ.
I love you little monkey. Praying for you each and every day.

rAnDOM.

In middle school I was at my cousins, my best bud, my main chickita, my com padre (you get the picture) house for a weekend, and as I went to use the facilities upstairs I found a small round basket and inside was what appeared to be someones used Kleenex and much to my DISBELIEF, a perfectly good book thrown away!

It was a PEANUTS comic strip book...you know Charles Shultz....Chuck, Snoopy, the whole gang. I love those guys. I couldn't believe someone would throw such a treasure away!

I took the book downstairs to see why someone would do such a thing.

My Aunt Sue tossed back her head and laughed.

LAUGHED.

She then informed me the basket was in fact not a trash can but rather a basket for ones reading pleasure if one so needed something to do while using the facilities.

DUH.

Here's the thing,

I did the same thing the next time I stayed there.

HOW COULD I FORGET THAT?

So fast forward to today, and guess what I have in one of our bathrooms?

Yep, a PEANUTS comic strip book for your reading pleasure ...and you can bet it is in a basket that could or could not be mistaken for little trash can.

It's all about the good memories folks.

How do you like that for a rANdOm story to start off your Monday?

who let the dogs out?

Saturday morning at our house.

the curious case of the missing glass.

Mr MJOD glass...where are you?
You are gone. Absent. Not present.
MIA.
And I'm wondering what happened to you.
A lot of people have used you in the past two months, but I'm left perplexed.
Did you simply just get up and walk away?
Did someone desire you so much they had to have you for their own?
Or did you shatter into many tiny pieces and the evidence disposed of before I knew about it?
I wonder.
It's not that I mind that much.
Granted, I had 6 of you, but the thing is, if I have a fancy smancy dinner party I can now only invite 5 people.
It's a mystery.

when pants go wrong.

This is what happens when you share a closet with your brother.

Maxwell put on Evan's pants this morning.

...and then there was snow.

our teenage neighbor's car

our tree: before after

notice how droopy the tree is now...

Maxwell, Jaimee(Justin's sister and the boys' Aunt) and Evan

sledding on cardboard. :)

ice ice baby.

Stop. Collaborate and listen...

My car is frozen SOLID. You see we only have a one car garage and Justin parks in it...the grey beast is a smidge too big.
I went to get the mail...you could skate on the ice.


The in-laws are in for a visit...Justin got off work today...the site was shut down.

Holy guacamole we have lots of ice.

wowsers!

Sooo.... it's going to cost close to $4000. big bucks to fix our HVAC. Is your mouth gaped open?

Mine is.

Dang. That hurts the ol' savings account.

...and DANG that above picture is blurry. Too bad.


Liam is quite the thinker. Mostly I think he's thinking about how great it is going to be to join in the all the chaos with Maxwell and Evan. Chasing wrestling, playing.

Another blurry smile...still sweet nonetheless.

Justin went out last night for a space heater. We figured we'd use it even after the HVAC was fixed so it was worth buying one.

Between the space heater and the fireplace our living room was nice and cozy.

We snuggled. It was LOVELY....especially since Justin has been super busy and stressed about work. He usually has Fridays off, but lately has been working Fridays and even a few Saturdays. (Talk about a long week for this Mama!)He gets paid overtime which is nice, but I'd rather have him around.

Of course they LOVE him at his job too. They enjoy having him around. People just LOVE him. Whenever I've met people he works with, they go on and on about how great, hardworking, and thorough he is.

Another reason to love him.

Anyway, I'm going to try to get back to more than 1 post a week. I'm still playing catch up after Liams arrival and all the Christmas visitors! My poor floors need a good scrub, as does our shower, oh heck the whole house needs a good cleaning...I think I may have mentioned burning the house down the other day to Justin because I felt so disorganized and like I'd never get the house clean...except the toliets and kitchen...I'm pretty much a nut job when it comes to those things. I can't sleep at night if I know there is a dish in my sink.

Crazy, I know.

Anyway.

Back to normal again soon. Whatever that is.

brr.

As the boys and I headed downstairs this morning I noticed a significant change in the temperature. I glanced at the thermostat...

50 degrees. brr.

We knew this day was coming. Our HVAC unit is old. We have two units, and the older was is like 20 years old...and now DEAD.

Maxwell and Evan have a playdate this afternoon, so the L-man and I will head to somewhere warm with a fireplace and coffee. LOTS and LOTS of coffee.

Did I tell you about the AWESOME deal I got on target.com for a console table for $38 with free shipping? Yeah pretty much the deal of the century. Even my don't spend any money ever husband agreed it was a rockin' deal. He gave me a $40 budget ,and I did it, with moola to spare. The boys loved the box it came in of course. And then there's this guy.

Why such serious faces little monkey? I gotta get some pictures of his smiles. Because they are to die for.

snow day!

We've had it prettygood since we've moved south. We chuckle every time they cancel EVERYTHING because of a few snow flurries...no school, churches cancel services, even businesses shut down.
In defense of the south we aren't equipped with the kind of equipment the north has such as salt trucks or people who know how to drive in snow.

Bless our Hearts.

People say that ALL the time down here, and I think it's fantastic and have in fact started saying it here or there myself.

The boys were SO excited to get outside today, too bad all the snow will probably be gone by tommorow.
Bless their hearts.

sigh.

Flavor FLLLLAAVVVVVV!!!!!!!!

The sky is clear today. About time. SHEESH! I thought for awhile there we really lived in Washington state.

This is the first full week we've had since Liam's birth that Justin has worked a full week, and it's been just the 3 boys and I. The last month and a half has been full. It's been fun, it's been a bit of a blur, but it was good.

Now that I have the house to myself again I have to admit I feel a bit overwhelmed. Maybe I should have prepared myself better, but I also know nothing really could have prepared me for the reality that :

I have 3 THREE kids.

WOW.

Not only three kids but 3 BOYS...2 of whom like to wrestle (I'm sure Liam will join as soon as he can) ... A LOT. What's the story with that? It's not like I sat down with them, got down on my knees and outstretched my arms with curled fingers and said;

"Let's get ready to rrrruuummmmbbbbllleeee!"

That would make an interesting video though.

The thing is I used to get upset at them wrestling, but then I realized how much they were loving it, giggling with each other, so now I usually let it go. I only make them stop when I see that it is getting out of control...and sometimes I join in. SOMETIMES.

This week has been tiring. Liam has turned on me a bit. Last night I was up until 2:30 with him. I could

bore you with PLENTY of stories about different "events" that have happened with each of the boys, but I won't.

If any of you are still reading, I'm sure you're wondering why I have a picture of Flavor Flav on my blog.

I've been having some REALLY ODD dreams the past few weeks. A few nights ago I had a dream that me...and some other girl were Flav's body guards...we had guns...and we wore chains.

Like I said....ODD.

Anyway.

Friday I go for my six week post-birth checkup. That scale is haunting me. HAUNTING. I'm not sure why I expect the pounds to just FALL off.

Well, yes actually I do know why. There are women who come home from the hospital in (or nearly in) their pre-pregnancy pants! What is up with that? Namely 7 of the 8 of the women who were pregnant from our church...I being the 8th who feels like I have not lost one SINGLE pound.

I also now have HIPS. I've never really had hips or a rear end for that matter...but now I have hips ...BIG ONES... and don't even get me started on how SICK of elastic waist pants I am. UGH! I have one pair of "fat" pants that fit...correction...that I can button but I WILL NOT be buying pants that read 10 . I can't do it.

EVER.

All I know is those Hips have gotstogo!

Sorry. I know, it's not Monday...and only Mondays are for complaining. Well...only according to me.

Like I said. OVERWHELMED. How do you people with 3+ kids do it?

Again though...it's all worth it.

All for this little guy....and the two others.

these pictures say it all.

This past week my cousin Sara, her husband Chris and their two boys came for the week. Chris had a week long class at Asbury Seminary which is nearby to us so they stayed with us. It was a Fun week, but with 5 boys, 4 and under it was chaotic at times. BOY am I pooped!

and yes...we did leave the house.
Just once....for sanity's sake.

one month.

Babies are so weird.

Don't get me wrong...I love them, but they always have the goofiest looks and sounds.

It's wonderful. PURE bliss.

Liam is going to be so embarressed that he wore leggings.
It brought much joy to his Mama though, so I'm sure he won't mind.
His future wife will appreciate them...I know she will.

Liam is awake more...it happens. He is still pretty happy, beginning to coo and look around more. The child LOVES to be held, LOVES being in his sling made by his Grandma (Justin's Mom)...I'll post a picture soon, because it is pretty rockin'.

Do I mind? NOT one bit. I know too well how fast these days go by and I'm soaking them up.

It may be a crazy life right now, but it's also so wonderful.

My cousin Sara sent these sweet argyle socks...in six different colors. I LOVE them.

I also have stripey socks...in six different colors. I've never been SO into baby socks.

I love socks...I just don't like to wear them :)

My little monkey Liam is one month old.

2009.

How is it that Evan (who else?) managed to destroy this butter with nobody noticing (in a house full of people), and why is it that he enjoyed it so much? The kid keeps me busy...that is fer (yes, for with a little twist) sure.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!