brotherly convos

Last night Elias ate something that didn't agree with him and was up twice during the night with the barfs. (Micah is totally freaked out by puking.) I'd gone to the bathroom to wash my hands and I overhear this convo.

M: 'Lias, why you get sick?

E: Cuz I did.

M: Oh, your tummy hurts?

E: Yeah.

M: Well, that's a-sgusting. Freaking a-sgusting. You don't frow up in the bed again, you hear me.

We can attribute the "You hear me" to Robert.

The stinkies

Micah has a super smelling nose and doesn't miss a scent. Yesterday, he kept saying it stinks and smells like poop. I asked Elias if there was poop in his diaper. His reply, "Is no poop in my bipah. I pooted. It smell awful."

When you gotta go

Bach in all her puppy glory, pooped in the house again. Naturally, she picked Micah's brand new Christmas story book about baby Jesus to do it on. Micah completely flipped out that she, "pooped on baby Jesus."

Hate Mail

It is official. I hate Wordpress. I've been trying to upload pics since my last post and keep getting error msgs. When I email tech support, they give me some bs, but can't fix it. If I could figure out how to move this somewhere else, I would.

The Blogger that wasn't

After some lovely hate mail, you know who you are, I am back with pics. We've been everywhere and done everything lately. Once again, we're all in snotty hell! Thank God Thanksgiving is behind us and Christmas is coming.  We made our rounds, starting at Cherish's and ending at MawMaw's. There is always familial drama going on with the Twigg's and I got to catch up on the latest secrets. Scandalous! I'm pretty sure Robert's only sane relative is his cousin, Jecika. Boo on her for not staying as long as I had to! There is talk of her using her fancy hair styling skills and de-momming me. About time! The men drove the monster truck around and played football in the yard. The rest of us drank wine and chatted. Some of us too much, ahem. The bra and other woman talk was plentiful, which is probably why we ended up eating at his and hers tables.

We ended the night at The Grandparents. It's so easy that way. Micah ate too many cookies and ran around with all the cousins. There are a lot of us these days! The picture is of the grandkids. There are 5 missing in the pic. It's nice to hit up 2 different houses. My family is huge into food, so there were so many tasty desserts.

Last weekend we went to St Augustine for the lighting of the Christmas tree and city. It was magical to see all the lights come on at once. Super Robert couldn't make it, as I stripped him of his Super title temporarily. That grump stayed home while we went and hung out with the Ferguson's. To make up for his asshattedness, Robert cleaned the entire house before we got home. Oh and he threw out his raggedy couch. Double score!

Anything beyond that, I don't remember. Halloween came and went. The kids were bats. They went trick or treating with Blair at the mall, P Paw, as Micah named him. We finished the night off with trick or treating at the Ferguson's. Jessica and I wore scrubs and drank wine out of specimen cups. The kids ran around and had a blast. The Roberts didn't dress up. We sat on the driveway and passed out candy. Jess and I fished the rejects out from our kids bags and added them to the basket since we ran out pretty fast. I think Jessica actually gave a teenager some Playdoh. I mentioned the wine, right?

And now, we're just around. The kids are well, driving me insane. Micah is insistent that Santa is real and is bringing him a motorcycle for Christmas. Elias and he both run around pretending to shoot everything in sight. That's what happens when you live in the country and have a Hillbilly hubby.

We're on our way out, so I'll be back with pics and tales of dumpster diving! Oh yes, I said dumpster diving!

Prekids

Robert and I were so immature. I was reminiscing today and remembered some of the stupid things we did. I think my favorite was what we called, Video Game Driving.

We had a Honda Civic with a sun roof.  While one of us were driving, the passenger would sit on the drivers lap, stick their head out the roof and do the steering while the other did the pedals. I can't remember if the driver closed their eyes or not, but either way, we couldn't see.

The best place to do, due to the dangerous curve, was on Hartley as we drove to his dad, the police officers house. Fitting isn't it? There was once I was sure we were going to do some damage from taking the turn too fast. It never stopped us though!

I do not look forward to my kids doing those kinds of things.

Pizza Guy

Of course the best stories happen when I'm not around with the camera.

Robert told me today that Elias and he fell asleep on the couch together several nights ago. This particular night, I set E down on the couch with a slice of pizza, as he is our late night snacker. Robert was dozing, so I made sure to wake him, loudly announcing that Elias was joining him. He says he promptly fell back asleep. (Can you see me rolling my eyes in shock?) When he woke, Baby was face planted on the couch, plate near his head, snoring dreamily. As R picked him up, he saw cheese and crumbs all over his sweet little face. Too bad I haven't trained my hubby well enough to know that moments like that must be captured on camera!

I think he was practicing for his future college frat days. Though, I secretly hope not.