Count your blessings :)

It is far too easy to get caught up in what isn't right, rather than appreciate what you have. I find myself doing it all too often. I was complaining that Patrick had to work today, instead of getting the day off. I complained that Cindy wanted to nurse all too often and I never had anytime to breathe. Wyatt was clingy, the laundry never stopped, and on and on. And this seems to happen too much for my liking. Instead of whining about how Patrick only got three days instead of four, I should have been happy with the three, which is up from the usual amount. And looking back at this weekend, I'm not sure I could have done another day! We were so slammed with stuff to do, Wyatt missed his nap each day! And it definitely affected him, as he woke up in the middle of the night screaming. Tomorrow we start our routine again, thats for sure :) Yes, I spend all my time breastfeeding. But I have a healthy, happy little girl from it. I know I'm doing the best thing I can for her, and for that I should be proud. And I am. My chubster weighed in at 13.4lbs today! Plus, I'm now at 130lbs, with no effort whatsoever! And yes, Wyatt is super clingy. But you know what? I love it. I love spending time with him, I love playing with him. I could do without the whining and the fits, of course, but hey. Take what you can and run with it. We're not rich, we aren't stressfree, but we're happy. We're in love, and thats what matters.

Everyone should take a moment to reflect on their life. Even in our darkest hours, we're still lucky. If someone loves you, you're luckier than some. I'm sure even the biggest pessimist can find something good going on. And thats what everyone needs....

So as I type my mind-probing ::laughs:: entry, I have banana nut muffins in the oven and homemade spaghetti sauce simmering. I've been on a housewife ROLL today, I'm so proud of myself. And everythings turned out wonderful so far! Laundry is DONE, but I need to finish folding it. But for now I'm nursing Cindy Lu again. And playing with her looong hair. Its in her eyes already! It astonishes most people when I say she's only 10 weeks old, she's so big and with her long hair. She's already in a 6-9 size clothes!!!

This weekend we took Wyatt to the Exploreum... Um, it's definitely mainly for older kids. He had some fun of course, but i'm not sure it was worth the $40 it took to get in. Oh well, it was a learning experience. Then on Saturday my honey took me to Foley. THAT was a blast! I am your typical female, I love to shop. I mainly window shop, but hey. This trip I actually shopped! We bought $40 worth of clothes for Wyatt, I got a mixer and some other kitchen items, and I got new clothes!! I've been stuck between clothes that are too big (size 7s) and too small (size 5s) I have wide hips, so I run into that problem of what fits me weight wise ( the 5s) being too tight along my hips. Then I get bruises :( So we went into Aeropostale, even though I vowed never to buy their clothes. Overpriced. I mean really. $49.50 for a pair of jeans?!?! $30 for sweats??? $25 for a shirt?!?! obscene. But this time, for $68, I got two pairs of jeans, two shirts, and a pair of sweatpants. Woohoo for clearance and sales :) Andddd I got into a size 5-6 :) So happy. Oh, and if you have a Bath Junkie near you, GO! Their fragrance of the month (Juicy Couture) smells awesome. I got a bath sundae, which consists of a bath ball (my scent was fresh air) and some bubbly bath crystals (Juicy Couture) I smelled awesome after soaking in the bath with some of my bath crystals. I'm making it my new thing to try my hand at making my own bath crystals... All I need is some scent and epsom salts.... They also make custom frangrance air fresheners for your car. I got one and love it :)

But my honey just walked in, so I'm ending it here :) Until next time!!

TGITh.

That's right, TGITh. Today is the start of the 96. Which is really only a 72 for my husband, but its all semantics. What really matters is he's OURS for the next 3 whole days! ANDDDD this is going to be a strictly family weekend. Just the four of us. No inlaws allowed :)

I'm sure you're dying to hear all of the great plans we have.... Well, too bad. We don't actually HAVE any plans. Yet. Its a toss up between New Orleans for a day, Atlanta for a weekend, or just staying here and doing stuff. More than likely we're going to stay here, since I'm on this whole "don't spend lots of money because I'm cheap" kick. And hey, that works for us. I think we'll take Wyatt to the Exploreum, maybe the Battleship. Definitely the park, and maybe a fort. Who knows. And I'm definitely going to go to a fruits and veggies stand. I want to buy them FRESH. Not sitting in a grocery store for Lord knows how long. :/ April can't come quick enough, thats when the Farmer's Markets start. I can't wait!

I got out for an HOUR last night without the children. Ohmygosh, it was amazing. I didn't hear "Mommy, mommy mommy" or crying for an hour. The flipside was that I was able to shop alone, which ended up costing me $80...at a CONSIGNMENT sale. OyVey. But Wyatt got a CAT train set, some legos, and board books, and CindyLu got a ton of clothes. All but two outfits fit her now, which is frustrating, because I bought all 6-9s. I may just have to go back. Forget that. What I *really* want to do is hit the Swap Shop in Miami, FL. If you're ever down there, you have to go. Tons of cheap crap, and a whole fruit and veggie section!!! AND a small amusement park. But don't go during the summer, you'll overheat and die. Seriously. Its pretty much all outside, and its like 8 billion miles long.

So I got our family photos done... and they're still sitting in the box. None are hung up. Its time for me to take down the photos we have UP and put some of the new ones in frames. My house is covered in photos of just Wyatt, its insane. Poor Cindy probably thinks we don't love her.

Other than that, there's REALLY nothing to report. Wyatts the same, Cindy's the same. I'm the same... We're really quite boring this week.

Stupid Cupid

Valentine's Day is stupid. Plain and simple. I mean really, do we NEED a day to TELL us to appreciate and love our significant other? Why can't people remember to do that on their own? Its a ploy, I say. One to up the economy. And my husband knows better than to give into temptation... as flowers on this forsaken day will get him no brownie points... Bring 'em on a day that has nothing to do with romance, tell me you love me everyday, show me all the time. Besides, all that chocolate goes straight to your butt. Why eat it??? For us, Valentine's Day is for the kiddos. We exchange cards, but thats it. Heck, sometimes we don't even do that! But we go all out for the munchkins :) Which reminds me, I need to pull out Wyatt's candy...

Speaking of Wyatt, my poor baby can never go a holiday without getting sick, being cranky, or hurting himself. And today was no different. We met Patrick at McDonald's for lunch, as Wyatt's special treat. He loves the playground there. So after he eats, he's playing. He comes to the cement bench to climb up and falls! Hits his forehead on the OTHER cement bench corner and faceplants on the brick ground. Ohemgee, my heart stopped and my stomach fell to the ground. He screamed for Daddy, and I jumped up (tossing his food) and ran over. Patrick got there first though. My poor baby has a knot the size of Texas on his forehead. He was just hysterical. I gave him tylenol, and bought him an icecream, which made it much better, calming him down. He wouldn't play anymore, but thats to be expected. However, he did come home and decide it was nap time :(

Anyhoo. Its been a BUSY week. I've been doing arts and crafts with Wyatt, and working on his letters. He can now tell you what the "s", "l", and "o" are. And he's doing great with the number "1". Yay for my smartie! He's growing up way too fast!! Cindy is now out of 0-3 clothes, and really has been for awhile. I've just been too lazy to pull out the 3-6s. Great job, Mommy. So I finally went to the closet to see what we have, since we didn't go shopping crazy like with Wyatt, and started trying them on, only to realize she won't be in them long... Great. ::laughs:: My long-legged beauty is definitely growing too fast. I put her in a 6-9 onsie that used to belong to Wyatt and it was just a TAD bit big. The 6m sleeper fit great though! Thank heavens for the consignment sale going on this week.. Which reminds me, if I want to try and sell any of our stuff, I need to jump on registering them. But first, to find free hangers :) She's quite the chatterbug now too. Always goo-ing and gaa-ing. Smiles galore :) And she slept for FIVE hours straight last night!!! Yay!!

We had family photos done on Saturday... That was.. interesting, to say the least. We went to Portrait Innovations, since they're fairly cheap and appointments aren't needed. Which was great, considering Wyatt made it near IMPOSSIBLE to get a family photo done. Two year olds aren't the best sitter-stills. In case you thought otherwise, you know. But we got a good one (out of 30!) and we got some great ones of Cindy and even of Wyatt! And beautiful photos of them together. So now I have to get my envelopes out and mail them to family!

Patrick's in the middle of his re-enlistment, almost done. I'm so excited. That means another step closer to getting out of this forsaken place. Originally he put no preference on his duty station, but today he was told to pick a place he wanted, and we've narrowed it to three. Number one is Maryland, two is New York, and three is Pennsylvania. All close to his family up north, whom I am DYING to meet. Plus, there's SNOW! I want to live where there's snow. Not permanently, of course. But trying it would be nice.

 WE OWN OUR JEEP!!!! Yes sir, that sucker is PAID OFF. No one can take it!! Its such a great feeling. And it only took ONE year to do. Go us! That's $200 in our pocket every month.

My 22nd birthday is coming up :) As is Patrick's 24th. They're only 6 days apart, how awesome is that? So I'm in the midst of planning his surprise party. I'm thinking at Hooters would be nice, with all the guys from the unit. I just have to decide whether or not I want to do a lunch on the weekend after his birthday or a dinner the day of. I have to check to see whether or not there's a game or match that they'll be playing on his birthday. So I need to order a cake, talk to the manager, invite everyone, and figure out how much it will cost, all without him knowing. Did I mention its in 3 weeks? ::laughs:: i think that it will be best to do it on his birthday, so that he can be at work while I plan it and get everything set up. Oh and sell my soul for the funds to do it. I can just imagine how much it will cost for wings, fried pickles, and beer for all the Marines we'll be inviting. No eating for me for the next year!! ::laughs:: Just kidding!!

Oreo truffles are.... THE BOMB. At least, thats what Patrick says. They're just crushed oreos with cream cheese dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with more crushed oreos. I won't eat them, too many calories. I'm *finally* at my high school weight (131!!!) and I'm not losing that! Although, I must admit I'm a bit frustrated. I am too small for my size 7 jeans, but because I have wide hips, I'm too big for size 5. Well, I can fit them, but they hurt. So I'm drowning in my pants. And the funniest part? I weight 131 but still look FAT, in my eyes. ::laughs:: I really need to work on this body image issue I have. I still see myself at 162lbs. Maybe its because my face is still fat from pregnancy. Who knows. ::laughs::

With all that said, I need to go marinate the steaks. Of course Patrick picks that for dinner tonight. So I'm trying a new recipe, three herb steaks. Along with some roasted asparagus and homemade macaroni and cheese, for Mr. Wyatt. He's been asking for some ever since he saw a cookbook with it on the cover. Crazy kid...

What do you do all day?

"Why, eat bonbons and watch daytime soaps, of course."

If I was a public smart alec, that would be my answer. However, since I only show my ass to family, I just smile and say "Lots! My days are never boring, nor are they short." and waltz away. Ok, I don't really waltz, I saunter. Two left feet and all. And then I wonder if their I.Q. is matched by a monkeys...

I'm very blessed in the sense that I have a husband who works hard enough to support my wishes to stay home with my children during these impressionable years. I teach them, I raise them, I make sure their meals are healthy and complete. I'm the one they play with, and I see all the firsts. There's no chance of my son picking up a new word without me being there to hear him say it the first time. Nor will he do a new activity without me there to witness it and take lots of photos. I like that. I caught his first steps on camera, his first word was recorded, his first boo-boo got a kiss from Mommy.

I am not simply a mother. I am a maid, a chef, a teacher, a nurse, an entertainer, and an errand runner. I don't get "breaks". From wake-up time to bedtime I am constantly running around, either chasing around Wyatt, nursing Cindy, cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping, etc. Its a busy day. And at 9, when Wyatt is in bed and Cindy has been nursed, I get to keep cleaning. And then its 10 and I have a choice: Spend some time with Patrick or get some needed Zzzz's. Guess which I choose? Let me give you a clue.... I'm never asleep before midnight.

Stay-at-home moms don't get to sit around eating bon bons. I'm lucky I get lunch half the time. We aren't "bored", because we don't have the chance to GET bored. I wish I could manage becoming bored. That would be nice. A small break from the hectic-ness I live. Even weekends are hectic. What with trying to squeeze as much family time in, there's barely a chance to breathe!!!

With all that said, I will say this: I wouldn't change it for the world. I love my crazy life, I love the whirlwind mess my two year old leaves. I love the glitter on the floor from arts and crafts hour, the numerous diaper changes, the food he throws. OK, I don't love all that. But I enjoy it. And if someone offered to pay for my kids to go to daycare, I'd say no. I'd think about it though.

With that said.... I went and dropped $50 on arts stuff. Wyatt was getting tired of coloring, and quite frankly, so was I. So I bought lots of arts stuff. Pompoms, pipe cleaners, paper, poster boards, glitter, glue, feathers, and some other crap. Oh! And googly- eyes. I love googly-eyes. Wyatt and I are going to make people :)

But our first craft will be a V-day card for Daddy, and a shirt for him too. I'm so excited.

Dinner tonight was.... a disaster. Wyatt loved it, and Patrick liked it, but to me it was disgusting. Peanut Butter Pancakes will not be on my menu again. *barf*

With all that said, I realize its 8:15pm, which means bath time and bedtime! Woohoo! I made it through another day :)

La La La Lalalala-laaaa

Wyatt has a new favorite song, "What the hell" by Avril Lavigne. He likes it because he can sing the "Lalalalala's" in it. Which is too cute, since he has a blast singing it. But it also sucks, because that song is atrocious. The girl is like 30, yet she's still singing like she's 15. ::shudders:: Even still, I've downloaded that song and put it on my Ipod, and played it on repeat ever since he lost his mind to it. The things we mothers do. And the worst part of it? Its stuck in my head. And it plays over and over in there too. lalalalalaaaa....

Yesterday was not a good day. Wyatt woke up at 3am for some ungodly reason, and decided to scare the goodness out of me by screaming bloody murder. So we brought him in our bed, and then he figured that meant playtime. We put up with it for an hour, then put him back in his room. I think he started playing, but I'm not sure. I rolled over and went back to bed, since he was locked in the room. Its not like he could do much damage in there. ::laughs:: Then Cindy had a bad day. Screaming and driving me bonkers. And exploding out of FOUR diapers in a row, which meant four showers. All in less than an hour. Add to that Wyatt not listening and I was ready to put both kids on Craigslist. The post would have read "handsome two year old and gorgeous 2 month old up for grabs. The two year old likes hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, Sponge bob and Mickey Mouse. The two month old only breastfeeds. Comes with all toys/accessories. Will pay you $50 to take, but no returns!" Sadly, that's illegal, and I'm just too pretty to go to jail. That, and my husband and mother would not be happy. So at 6, when Patrick came home, I said I wasn't cooking and I wanted to go out. Wyatt wanted fish, so off to Red Lobster we went.

What.A.Nightmare. Our waitress SUCKED. Now, as a prior waitress, I tip very well. I give a MINIMUM of 20%, and I've even tipped 150% before. I am a GOOD tipper. But this chick? I gave her $2 on a $35 bill. It took her 15 minutes to acknowledge our table, then when she did, she didn't acknowledge Wyatt. I had to practically GRAB her from running off after she took Patrick and my order, because she didn't let us order for Wyatt. Then she brought TWO plates for the bread, when there was clearly three of us. She disappeared for about 45 minutes, as we were waiting for our food. Didn't check if we needed refills, or more bread, or anything. Brought our food and guess what. She didn't put Wyatt's meal in. Luckily she thought enough to bring him some rice. But at that point I was livid. Meanwhile, she's chit-chatting with other guests, checking on them multiple times, being great to them. So I flag her down to tell her we needed a spoon and another set of silverware because we only got two (go figure). She says OK, and 20 minutes later she brings them. After Wyatt finally gets his fish and spoon (he's not great with a fork yet, but who is? And rice is easier eaten with a spoon), it takes her less than 10 minutes to bring us the check. She was smart enough to comp us the kid's meal, which is why I didn't complain to the manager and she got a $2 tip. I was ready to rip her a new one. The best part is they weren't even busy, she was just a world-class sucky person. I don't think we'll be going back anytime soon, as this is the second time in a row we've gotten crappy service.

Toy Story 3 gets two thumbs up. If you haven't seen it, get it. Yes, I'm behind, I know. Leave me alone.

So today I went to the mall and hung out with my friend Bonita. I really shouldn't do that anymore, I managed to spend $100. At least my honey doesn't mind my spending. He actually encourages it, especially when I finally buy myself something. It was nice to go and buy some underwear, seeing as 95% of mine is from high school... ::laughs:: Oh, and if you have a Wallflower from Bath and Body works, they have an awesome new scent, "Seaside Escape". I recommend that one, Tropical Spice, and Sensual Amber. Delish. I just wish I had stocked up on their Winter fragrance. I only bought one because I wasn't sure I'd like it, and when it ran out, they weren't selling them anymore... :( Oh well, it made me try new scents.  So that's a positive.

CindyLu is two months old and I am DYING to get her ears pierced. However, no place will do them before three months old. I *could* lie and say she's three months, lord knows she looks four. But I'm not sure which vaccinations they want her to have, and I've only gotten her the DTaP so far. Which is probably all they want, huh? Since its the tetanus shot.... Hmmm, decisions, decisions. Should I lie and get them done? It probably wouldn't work, I'm a crappy liar. But patience is a virtue I was not blessed with, that's for sure. I also need someone to take me, as seeing my baby in pain is not something I'm good with. But I know its best to do them as a baby, before they're aware they have ears. Keeps them from pulling on them.

Oh, and yes. Her nickname is CindyLu. Yes, like Cindy Lou Who. However, her middle name is NOT Louise. It's Lucille. Which is why it's CindyLU, not Cindy LOU. Louise is an ugly name, for old people. Lucille, on the other hand, is an icons name. Everyone always asks that and tries to correct my spelling. Cynthia is CindyLu, and Wyatt is... well, boogerbutt, monkeybutt, bubba, etc. Patrick's been calling Cindy "Miss Bourgeois" and Wyatt "Mr Boudreaux". He's a nutt. But since she's quite the vocal one when she barely wets her diaper and hates being half dressed, it fits.

I need to determine whats for dinner. I may just do sloppy joes with baked potato wedges, that's not too bad. And Patrick would be ecstatic. The simplest things make him happy. I could spend hours slaving over a hot stove, producing a delicious, five-star restaurant three course meal with a souffle for dessert, and he'd appreciate it. However it wouldn't make him as happy as a bacon cheeseburger. Which reminds me, I need to try that brie stuffed burger my friend Bailey was talking about... My due date buddy who had her little girl two weeks early, and then my little girl decided to be a week late. So we both completely missed our due date. How funny.

Anyway. Off to clean my house, as it makes me happy. Gosh, I'm such a housewife. But Wyatt is napping, and as I type this, Cindy's just finishing nursing, which will give me an hour and a half of uninterrupted time. And that means I get to use my vacuum again!!! YAY!!!

Oh, before I go....

Now it can be stuck in YOUR head.

Hey, I can't be the ONLY one singing this atrocious song.

Monday starts the week :)

For most people, Sunday is the beginning of the week. Not us. We like to believe our week starts on Monday, so that we get two relaxing days in a row. It may not be how the rest of the world does it, but I don't really care. Since when do I do things like everyone else? Never :)

So yesterday we spent the day shopping. And my bank account is showing it. We did our weekly Sam's Club trip, for lunch and browsing around. Just like my grandparents. Yes, we're boring and we're old, but we love it that way. So we get pizza for Patrick, and Wyatt and I have a hot dog, and off we go to shop around and see if we find anything to buy. And as we walk, Wyatt samples all the goodies he can, thanks to the kiosk ladies. He had a fruit smoothie and enjoyed it so much I bought the stuff for them. He had a chocolate chocolate-chunk cookie he begged me to buy, but I didn't.  He had a cracker, he had a slice of apple, he had lots of yummy things. Did I mention he's my eater? ::Laughs:: So as we're wandering, I come across the vacuum aisle. I've had my eye on the Shark Navigator since...well, forever. But never got one because 1. it costs $160 and 2. I had a vacuum. Now, Patrick knows I've been eyeing it, and knows how much I want it. So he tells me, "baby, buy it" and I, of course, chicken out. He then starts pushing for me to get it, since I haven't gotten anything new (except the washer/dryer) since we got married. I told him I wanted to hear how a friend liked it, and I'd go from there. So I message her on Facebook, and she tells me (after we've left Sam's Club, where its $149) that she loves it and I need to get one.

So off we go to Target to get a few more items. I needed some lemon, and we needed to do our Valentine's Day shopping. Better to do it in advanced, than it is to rush through and dig through the leftover crap no one wanted the day before, right? So we look in their vacuum section, because I've agreed to get the vacuum, and they wanted $179, which I refused to pay. I said I'd wait until next week, when we went back to Sam's, but Patrick knows me, and by then I'd have talked myself out of it. So off we head to Kohl's, since Patrick needed new running shoes. I swear, the Marine Corps is costing me an arm and a leg. New running shoes all the time, dry cleaning his Dress Blues, needing to set up a new pair of Blues, etc. Kohl's wanted $179 also, and then off we went to Wal*mart. Long story made short, we bought it at Wal*Mart for $159, and I love it. Its ahmazing. Lightweight enough that I was able to vacuum the stairs easily. Picks up great! So I'm telling you, if you need a vacuum, GET THIS ONE. Its supposedly great for those with pets. I wouldn't know, because while Wyatt likes to pretend he's a puppy (and does a great job at making messes like one!), he doesn't shed. Last night I must have vacuumed 10 times. I'm such a housewife. Only I would get excited about a new washer/dryer, a new vacuum, and a new recipe that will take 2 hours to complete. I was definitely born in the wrong era!

Today was CindyLu's two month appointment! What a chunkster! She's 11#15oz, which is almost a three pound gain since her weight check at 3 weeks!! Which is great, her doctor was super impressed. Especially with her being sick the entire time. She's in the 95% for height and the 50% for weight. She's like her Mommy and Daddy, tall and skinny. A very proportionate girl, according to the doctor. She's also hitting all her milestones, which is great. Babbling a lot, making eye contact, holding her head well, rolling over. And, according to her doctor, more hair than she's ever seen. In reality, she needs a trim, but I refuse to cut it. Its poking her in the eyes when its brushed straight down, but I believe its bad luck to cut a baby's hair before they're a year, so I just comb it to the side and stick a barrette or headband in it. And she got vaccines. Well, half of them. I decided this time to space out her shots, so while she was due for 3 sticks and the Rota-Virus vaccine (which is ingested instead of a needle), I got her one stick and the RV. In about 3 weeks we'll go back for a nurse visit for the other two. But I did get her the DTaP, as pertussis is running rampant and I'm not risking her getting sick. And this time, they allowed me to nurse her during the shot, which made it go much smoother! They never let me with Wyatt, and for this reason alone I'm glad they changed out their staff. Its frustrating not having the same pediatrician (Wyatt has gone through 4 since birth, they keep leaving), but oh well. I'm actually starting to like this doctor. She not only checked out CindyLu, but also asked how Wyatt was adjusting to the baby, and how Patrick and I were doing. Its like she cares about the entire family :)

As a military wife and a mother of two little ones, I'm now a firm believer in more places needing a drive-thru. Have you ever struggled through a post office with a large parcel needing to be mailed, a rambunctious two year old, and a two month old in a car seat? Dang near impossible. And Wal*Mart too, sometimes. I figure if I have to drag my kids in, I'm staying in long enough to warm up and get my use out of that horrific time spent rounding everyone and everything up. Which means I find more stuff to buy, resulting in more money spent. I think that was Wal*Marts plan. I should boycott... Yeah, right. Then I'd really go nuts. The cashiers are my contact with the outside world.

I've also made an attempt to be more.... natural with my foods. The past two nights I have made completely natural meals. No pre-packaged spices or food. Last night I made lemon-pepper chicken with juice from a lemon (fresh squeezed, mind you), grated garlic (grated by yours truly), and fresh ground peppercorns. Pared it up with a baked potato and caesar salad, and yummy. Well, I guess the dressing wasn't fresh. But that doesn't count, right? Especially since I made my OWN croutons. I'm having a blast doing this. But tonight Patrick wants enchiladas, and I'm using a packaged seasoning pack, since I have NO idea how to make them from scratch, and I don't want to go back to the store. Oh well. Two nights in a row is a great start.

I'm also loving this blogging. Its great to be able to get all my thoughts out, and keep people in the loop on the going-ons in our house. I figure if you're reading, you care, right? ::laughs::

Oh! One last thing... I think our trip to New Orleans is cancelled :( At least for now. And I'm sad, I really want to go. But its proving to be impossible to get a hotel, thanks to Mardi Gras. Dagnabit. Maybe in March we can go. *fingers crossed***

Until next time, I bid thee adeiu.

What a day....

Today was semi-busy :) Last night Patrick stayed up playing Black Ops while I cleaned, and we were up til about 1. So we slept in til ten. Thank heavens my little boy sleeps like his momma. So we get up, and lounge around, and Patrick decides he wants a Baconator for lunch. I wish he'd stop eating those, they're heart attacks on a bun. But I agreed to go to Wendy's, since Wyatt needed a haircut.

New haircut!!

Speaking of which :) He did ahhh-mazing during his haircut. I think we've finally turned a corner. No more screaming fits, no more chunks of hair being left uncut. This barber did a great job with Wyatt, Wyatt didn't cry a tear. He let him play with the clippers, and Wyatt just sat there, still as a statue, letting him do his thing. And, of course, my son came out looking studly :) The girls better watch out, my monkey's handsome. Then I listened to Patrick tell me a $8 tip on a $10 haircut was going to be a one time thing. Psh. I tip what I want. ::Laughs::

Cindy slept practically all day today. She had a long three hour stretch during the inlaws visit, so I'm hoping it helps her feel better. And on to that. We invite the inlaws up to visit for a little bit, and they STAY for three and a half hours. Ugh. I don't like ANYONE visiting that long, thats absurd. An hour and a half is acceptable. THREE is not, especially when you live 45 minutes away. I had things to do today that had to be put on hold. We needed to go to the store. We pretty much had to THROW them out. And I feel bad, because they wanted to play with Cindy. But she's sick and I don't want people messing with her, and she finally got some good sleep. Maybe next time. But now dinner is late for my men. :/

Anyway. I'm making Sage Pork Chops with some oven roasted broccoli for dinner, with a side of garlic bread. Mmmm. Followed by fresh, homemade brownies and mint chocolate chip icecream for dessert :) Yummmmmmy. I should really go finish the dinner now, its 6:42 pm.

I bid thee adieu