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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

If you've got it, flaunt it. (and other stuff)

Yesterday we had a great day at the daycare!
The kids played well together, no fighting... and other than me shipping them to the backyard sprinklers during Beckham's nap because they have no comprehension of the word "quiet", they were great.

(today, however, they have each set in time out already --Maddox for whining and Kyleigh for hitting... but it is too early to call it a loss just yet!!  ...we still have swimming in our future!)

I was going to post pictures of their bubble wars from yesterday...
but I realized I have a lot of pictures in my phone that I haven't posted yet.

So...
I have them...
here's the flaunting.




After bubble wars, Maddox wanted a "metal detector"... 
he was sure that if I just taped this pump to his bubble gun, it would work.

It didn't.
 

While I was at night clinic last night, Maddox stood on the retaining wall for hours and chatted with a new friend diagonal from our house, and Robby next door.

 Back inside (and smelling like a puppy), I asked him the little girl's name.
He told me it was either "chloe" or "clokey" but he wasn't sure.

I'm no betting girl, but I bet Clokey is not correct!

***
Now onto the section, labeled:  random pics in PJs.

There is just something sweet about bed hair, raspy voices, snuggly faces...
and if you are lucky...
Still sleeping babies.



 

 

***
Beckham wants to be Maddox.
He follows him around, plays with his toys, wears his shoes, aaaannnd bites and hits him.
Maddox is so sweet  and patient with Beckham.

{{ but I am sure the tables will turn at some point.}}

Last night, Beckham brought me a pair of Maddox's underwear and was trying to put them on.
So, for about an hour, he sported his first pair of Buzz Lightyear underwear around and a smile.
***
Rapidly changing pace again::

Have you seen my Rapunzel hair?
I mean really.
If you have known me longer than a minute, you know that the ears is about as long as these locks grow.

I occasionally have the itch to cut it...
or go back blonde.

But the husband is a fan of it long and dark,
and it is cheaper to keep it this way.

So for now, it stays.

***
All of my blogging friends are so healthy.
I am not.
My husband, however, made a promise to me 2 nights ago that he is going to try to get in shape and eat healthier.
So, I guess I am going to have to pay closer attention to all of your clean eating boards and start changing the way I cook.

Really it isn't me, though.
I could very easily be a vegetarian, who eats icing by the spoonful at midnight.

This was yesterday's lunch.
Not because I diet... but because all of these things sounded good and I wanted them.
Unfortunately, fried okra, onions and potatoes sounded good the day before.
I am very inconsistent.

Lance eats nothing green.
Basically, he could live off of meat, potatoes and chocolate.

But it is going to kill him, if he does.

***
Finally, I am going to close with more drama from the news.
(this post is all over the place, so why not?!)

Lance was going crazy last night over the shooting in Dallas and the way the spectators were acting.
He even tivo'd it, (because I never watch the news) so that I could see.

He usually takes stuff like that personal, but last night, it made me sick too!

Of course I come from a family of police officers, so I am going to side with the law.
I already get my piss hot every time someone throws a hiss-fit on FB for getting a ticket.
Usually "the dumb cop" was hiding or whatever.

Every single day I speed down 820 to work.
Every single day I take the risk that I could get a ticket for it.
I am breaking the law.

What in the heck do people think?

They want the help if their house is broken into, or their child goes missing or they are hit in an accident when someone else is breaking the law...
but they, themselves want to be omitted.
I don't get it?

I am telling you now, that if one of my loved ones is getting the hell beat out of them from the behind the badge, regardless if gun-fire is shed first or not...
I hope they fire.
I hope they do exactly what that cop in Dallas did yesterday from the drug house.

Why do people think it is okay for criminals (aka: bad guys) to attack police officers (aka: good guys) and not have to face punishment?
I would like to hear from this low-life's friends what they thought the officer should have done?
Died for this punk?
Let him go?
I just don't get it.

If you remember correctly, my brother holds a medal of valor for running into gun-fire to save a woman's life.
He was already a husband at the time...
And a father.
And his only back up was a rookie.
But he ran in...
carried a dying woman in his arms over a 1/2 mile to an ambulance...
and saved her life knowing that he could be giving his up.

One of his best friends and fellow-officers was killed by an idiot just like this guy.

They don't get paid enough...
they do more good than bad...
and their main goal is public safety.
Our safety.

I hate the news.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Obsession

I can't stop thinking...
[Maybe you prefer to call it obsessing...]

It's just whatever...

Here's what my brain has been up to while the rest of the world sleeps!


*Maddox's birthday is like a minute away.
Typically I have been working on it for months...
Ideas going crazy...

Like the first bash (pre-blogging days):
And the 2nd birthday.

This time, however, I am ridiculously behind.
I've got nothing.
Nothing.
Are you reading this?
I.Have.Not.Done.A.Thing.

It will be fireman.
[mainly because we already have "props"]
It will be on the 9th...
there will be a slide and water...

But I have not ordered/ made invitations...
cake...
favors...
details...

*I'm spending hours on Etsy.
looking for birthday ideas...
which turns into kid stuff..
then house ideas...
Like this sign I need for the play room.
from TheWheatField



*Playroom?
I have decided we are going to put the boys together and use the old office as a playroom once we get back in our home.
Originally I wanted to put the boys in the bigger room and use Maddox's old room as the playroom, but Lance talked me out of it.

Beckham will just use Maddox's old crib bedding (since it matches the walls) and I on-purposely bought Maddox's twin bedding to match also, so he could use his throw pillows that came with his bedding.
This means I don't get to do my serene baby room with the scripture on the wall...
But I get to decorate nonetheless.

So now I find myself on blogs finding cool playroom ideas [that we could never do] like this.
Researching paint schemes.
Organizing bins.
And roaming Ikea for ideas and storage on a dime.
Oh my gosh there's so much cuteness out there!


*Re-decorating.
Thinking about all the things I am going to change when I get back to Haslet has got me giddy.
I dream of the flips I can make-- old into new, like this guy. 
[But realizing that's completely unrealistic.]

Photography.
To fill my walls.
[and actually of my kids this time, rather than only my precious nieces and nephews]


Dreaming about a completely different feel.
Which isn't anything new!
Since Lance has seen me do this several times before!
 [I could never get a tattoo, because I change my bedspread too often to be stuck with something for life]

*Spray paint.
And the things I want to attack.
Picture frames...
Table and chairs...
What else???

*Pinterest.
New love.
Petri dish of ideas.
Obsessed.

Thank me [or hate me] later...


*And follow her.
Whom I found on the site above.
I will do some of this once we get back home.
Amazing.
I will also re-order from Town & Country, because I forget how easy it is to make dinner, when I am prepared to do so. 
No excuses.
I need that cookbook she talks about in her blog.
In a bad way.


*Ray Lamontagne
ummm, ummm, um.

Thank you Kaleb.


*My hair.
Long, short.
Dark or blonde?
Lance said he likes it dark--
My SIL likes it short...
I promised myself I would keep it long...
I want change.
I could do the whole feather thing... which I do think its cute-cute.
But it looks like a peacock exploded in our local walmart,
And I like to beat to my own drum.


*Time alone.
In quiet.
Maybe a date with my husband.

Or maybe with no one at all.
I crave silence.

And to finish (or better yet, start) my books.


and so the list goes on....