checking in and rambling on

Yesterday, a sweet blogger friend checked in on me.
...as did my BFF who thought I might had removed her from the e-mail list because she hadn't received an email [blog] in a month!
It made me feel loved, that you guys remembered me....
but also way behind!!

Laying in bed last night, Lance said, "I think you need to update your blog and let people know we are okay... tell them we won't have internet until the 25th, but you will be back..."
So apparently, Mr. I-rarely-read-your-blog... is a fan after-all!  ;)

It was on my list of to-do's for today...

But after the texts from my manager mom that said, "No blog lately" ... "You've had nearly 2700 hit since June 15.  Every ones waiting!"

--I made it a priority.
But I am behind! 

I hate to blog like this--- because I end up all over the place-- rambling about...
But I really have no other choice!

So I am checking in.

I'll use the photos in my phone to catch up!
Here goes...

We are alive.

We have moved completely out of the farm house...
but not all the way in to our Haslet home.

It was hot moving process!
And since Lance's days off are in the middle of the week...
we had little help.
My brother's kids came to play one day so that he could help Lance...
[I love this picture-- so I thought I would share.]

Lance and I got a date night somewhere in this crazy mix...
The Movie Tavern to see Horrible Bosses...
Drinks.  (or a drink, each)
Sweet Sammies for dessert.
We walked down to listen to the live band at Freds but there were no tables open so we left.
It was nice...
and hopefully we will get another one soon.

Beckham is cooing... talking... and laughing out loud...
His new trick is to blow bubbles....
and he has mastered rolling over!

I have recently let him start sleeping on his stomach to see if we can take the feeding-every-3-hours to feeding-every-5.
I know it is against the rules...
But a girl's gotta' do what a girl's gotta' do!
(I remove the snuggie once he crashes)

Maddox is still three [going on 13].
And active and full of imagination.
He makes me laugh a lot...
and he makes me tired too.

He recently spent some of his birthday money (plus my $130 gift card) on his very own rectangle tv like Daddy's.
He is so proud of it.


The house is still not in order.
But little by little, we are getting there. 

The ideas I pinned on Pinterest did not make it into the house.
Yet.

[But I did try the no-heat sock curls I found on there.

Youtube it.

Easy and worth sharing.]

The stuff that I said I wasn't going to re-hang once we moved back in, is back on the walls because I liked it better than blank-ness and nail-holes.

I am trying to move my old stuff around...
and create something different.
I am trying.

While unpacking, we ran across Lance's kindergarten shirt.
I am not sure if it is funnier than it almost fits Maddox already...
Or that it fit me as a senior in high school?
(yes, I wore it... because I was cool like that!)


My Nana bought me a new vacuum.
But no one is happier than Lance.
It is the little things, right?!

Our renters destroyed our yard.
Unplugged our sprinkler system and didn't water...
our bushes are dying...
They parked with one tire in the grass.
Lance is so mad.
We hope we can get it back.
But it is the risk you take in renting...
and it could have been so much worse.

We are adjusting to a bit of a system again.
Routine and meal planning.
Learning Beckham's cries and schedule.
I love me some structure.
Life works so much better that way.

My cousin is moving into the house across the street from us in 2 weeks.
We are so excited.
And Maddox and her little girl, Kyleigh, are exactly a year apart and he is excited to have a play-mate.

However, all in Haslet is not exciting.

Lance and I have fought every day since we have been back.
I know it is mostly stress.
And by being together since we were kids,
we fall back into bad habits when we argue.
It is just a rut in our road.
We've whipped through worse.
And we will again...
But I need to be heard by him...
And I won't let my bitching go until I am.

Beckham still has a cold.

I can't remember if I blogged about the fit I threw on the phone with the nurse.
And how mad I was at the doctor who told me to read through my cold protocol.
(as if I don't make the majority of my paycheck off of this protocol alone.)
And how I yelled and hung up... and then had to call back an apologize.
(you know, because I work there)
And then how I ended up taking him to another doc whom I love... (also in our practice)
and he had an ear infection.
(mommy voice trumps all-- remember that)
Well, that was probably 3 weeks ago... and he had had the cold for a week prior.
I'm starting to think he has some reflux.

He has his 4 month check up next week...
We will discuss it more then.

Onto other health news:::
My entire house just survived gastro last week.
Beckham was sleeping in his own bed and I got up at 4:00 when Lance left to check on him.
He was laying in a pile of vomit.
I cleaned him up and moved him to my bed.
By 9:00, there were more towels than sheets on my bed.
Maddox was following me around complaining of his tummy too,
but then would go back to jumping, yelling, and playing so I thought it was an attention thing.
That was until he stood up in the center of me bed, screamed and then projectile vomited all over my room.
I called Lance at 2:00 to tell him that he was in for a long night, because both boys were sick.
He said to make that 3... and I needed to call in.
By 7:00, I had joined the crew.
My mom came over to help...
and took herself home a little souvenir also.
It was a nasty virus.

But we are all better now.

Just in time too...
because we had dinner plans with our friend, Kaleb, in from Austin on Friday.

And a swimming party this Saturday for my sweet niece Landry.

And I had to work my first weekend day on Sunday, since having Beckham.
I worked with Amanda...
and as always, we had more fun then work.

In Lance news:::
He finally went to the doctor for his reflux.
He had blood drawn for the first time in his life.
It all looked okay, but he has to have an upper GI.
Hopefully we can fix him up...
He has had stomach issues forever!

I also want to share a sweet I-love-my-husband story.

Lance randomly gave away his in-fielder's glove to a man at work's son.
This is huge since I had one of his gloves [Reggie] re-done one year as a gift.
(It cost more than the original glove did)
This man shared a story about his son loving baseball but he couldn't afford him a glove.
Lance said he was going to come home and look for it... and maybe give him his in-fielder one.
The next day it was on the kitchen table.
I did not put it there.
Maddox said he didn't either.
Weird how that worked out.
The man almost cried that Lance gave it to him.
There is not much more that can make my heart melt...
especially since I know he planned on giving it to the boys one day.
But he did the right thing,
and it made him feel good to do that.

As for me::
I haven't done anything good.

I lost 2 more pounds.
1 more pound to get to Maddox' pre-pregnancy weight...
ten to get to Beckham's.

It is hard...
because I am so hungry.

My friend Kimberly and I have decided that breastfeeding cravings are worse than pregnant cravings...
especially after I sent her this picture of my night stand at 10:00 at night.

But Lance would probably tell you the broccoli I scarfed down at midnight was more weird!

My hair is falling out.
Maybe stress...
Or maybe Beckham sucking all the protein out of my body.
It is really making me want to cut my hair back off...
Lance is encouraging me not to.

I had dinner with my mom tonight.
No kids.
No men.
It was fantastic!

I told her I feel like a big ball of PMS...
except I haven't had a period in over a year.
I'm moody and sappy and have a chip the size of China on my shoulder.

I feel like I am doing an doing and doing...
and making sure everyone and everything is running smoothly...
and no one notices.
They just need more.

I'm going to shake it...
Or someone...
But I'll kick it!!

Enough whining....
I am off to bed.

Happiness is a choice.
Those were my own words!!!

Here's to tomorrow....
[and the person I kick!]  ;)