Happier Notes

Blah! I hate leaving up a negative post so I decided that I needed to write something happier. I have been in sort of a bad mood lately, my poor family. I blame seasonal affective disorder (SAD). But I'm going to pull myself up by my bootstraps. The sun is shining and I am going to pretend that it makes it warmer here. So on to some happier notes.

I made some stuff. First up I made these pink shirts. They are made from wonder tees I got at Downeast for $1.50. I found the ideas on this blog Tea Rose Home in case you are interested in making one yourself! 

Actually in this picture below, I made the shirt, made and sewed the flowers on this sweater, and hand stamped my necklace. I'm like a freaking pioneer or something.

I also made some curtains. Otherwise known as the project I was working on when the sewing machine was broken and then subsequently repaired. No pictures yet and I am too lazy to get up and take some. 

E is really into trying to hold Miss H all of a sudden. She isn't as thrilled with the idea. 

 He has also become much more snuggly lately. I'm still waiting for the big payout when he spontaneously tells me he loves me. He says it back but he has never initiated. Hubs says he said it to him once, but I think he lies. 

And finally, with dancing like this who couldn't like this baby?

If you were wondering where her bow went she has started to rip them off and chew on them. I am very sad. And so my era of cute baby girls with bows is coming to a close.

Award Points

Today I screamed at G in the Walmart parking lot. Yes, I realize how absurdly appropriate that sentence is.

And I screamed at E when he knocked over my sewing machine and broke it. AGAIN.

Then I cried and cried.

On Sunday our bishop (who has young children) said that sometimes he wants to build a guest house in his back yard and move in there. I turned to Hubs and said, "Do you think we could go too?"

I'm starting G on a reward system for being obedient. Maybe I need an award system for not yelling. Too bad $1 toys and cookies with sprinkles aren't as motivating for me as they are for him.

Do you think I could earn enough "not yelling" points to deserve a cruise?

Or a small apartment?

Just saying...

Angels

Yesterday I tried out a new technique for taking pictures of the kids. I would have gone into photoshop and edited them cuter but our computer that has the program is being cruddy right now. I think Hubs and I have all but decided that we are going to be strictly Mac people from now on.

Anyhoo...

Here's just one of the adorable pictures I got of Miss H

 And her bossy but usually sweet brother G

 And this is one of the five non-blurry pictures of Mister E.

Hmmm...

When my parents came for Christmas my mom brought a couple of angel halos for the kids. Since then I have occasionally found E running around with one on his head. It never fails to make me laugh. I'm glad he has that opinion of himself all of the time.

Oh and just because I thought it was so cute.

Quoteable Quotes

Yesterday while we were watching Cat in the Hat the girl had torn her princess dress and they were learning about silk worms to fix it
E: Princess, Princess!
Me: Is she a princess like Miss H?
G: Yeah, except that Miss H is way more beautiful.

Hubby tells E to do something...
E salutes: Yes SIR!

G and I did a quick run to buy him Sunday shoes yesterday. In the car...
G: Having one kid is so much easier huh? (After a second or two...) Maybe we should have like 5 kids.
Me: That's a lot of kids.
G: Oh, yeah that is two more after Miss H. Two more babies at the same time?! That would be HORRIBLE.

E watching Madagascar
E: I like a MOSES! (translation--I like to move it.)

My sister and her husband just bought a house. I said that we should go visit now that they would have a place for us to stay. 
G: Well do they have a basement?
Me: Yeah but it isn't finished.
G: Where would we stay then?
Me: They have other rooms upstairs since they don't have any kids.
G: I think we'd better just wait until they get their basement done.

**Just remembered these

Upon finding E eating cat food...
Me: E! Yucky! No eating cat food! Spit it out!
E: Oh come on!

Upon finding E in the garbage, AGAIN...
Me: E! Yucky! We don't get things out of the garbage. Leave it alone!
E: No way!

A moment please?

I'm thinking that my heaven will include my husband having to go through all of the joyous childbirth and rearing experiences that I have. Anyone else think this is fair?

For example...

Sunday during church Miss H was getting fussy so I took her into the bathroom to nurse her. Note that in our building there is not a mother's room, but a small curtain with a chair inside of the bathroom. There is a giant mirror in front of said area, all the better for yourself (and others who come and peek around the curtain) to admire your gorgeous face and exposed body while you rock and nurse your baby. 

Anyhoo, I walked to the closest bathroom and peeked around the curtain only to find another young mother. I quickly averted my eyes and walked out to go to the bathroom on the other side of the building. This time I met with success and was quickly situated in the rocker nursing Miss H. Once she was nursed and starting to fall asleep I decided it was time to fix myself up and go back to the meeting. I had just barely pulled her off and was trying to cover up when another mother bustled in with a crying baby. She walked straight behind the curtain and began to change her baby's diaper. 

"Umm, I'm just finishing up." I said. She ignored me and proceeded to try to talk to me about her baby. "Oh she is so fussy today!" She said. "I don't even know if she needs her diaper changed but she is crying." 

Cut to me with my dress falling off and shirt pulled up as I am madly trying to put my clothes on while showing the least amount of my body possible and simultaneously watching H crying on the floor. 

"Oh look at your baby! She is so cute! How old is she?"

I am still trying to pull my shirt down and tie up my dress. Totally irritated but unsure what to do I respond "Um, almost 7 months." 

"Oh she looks it! (Naming some bizarre child's name such as Banana Ice Cube) is only 3 months! BLAH BLAH BLAH!"

In the meantime I am just getting madder and madder. Why are my blasted clothes taking so long to get adjusted? How can I get out of here? And why does this crazy haired hippy lady think that I want to have a conversation with her while I am in my skivvies? Pick up on the social cue and let me get my clothes on and then you can have this luxurious 3 square feet of space all to yourself!!!!

I am finally decent enough to make a run for it. As I am turning to bolt out she (apparently still completely oblivious to my annoyance and discomfort) says, "What did you say her name was? Wednesday?"

For some reason this puts me over the top. I'm pretty sure I didn't respond to this lady basically at all, much less to say my baby's name. And why in the world would you assume that I named my baby Wednesday?

"H.." I grumble as I walk out. 

"Happy?" I hear as I walk out the door.

AGGHHH!!!!

I think you can call this a failure to communicate.

Even though Miss H is pretty happy.

Best $12 Ever!

He has done a lot of "flying" with his wing pack as well. It never stops being funny.

I just hope he doesn't jump off of something high...