t-ball

When t-ball season first started Joe and I were...let's say "less enthused" about the whole thing. Two practices a week? Are you kidding...and then two games a week??? (Does that make us bad parents?) But...the tides have changed and t-ball has become something of a treat as of late. (And that mainly applies to Joe...my buddy has loved it the whole time.) And I was anxious to go to his game, it was my first...and it was awesome! Not so much because my buddy is competitive and aggressive and an all out sportsman...but because he's out there in his own world having a great time. And actually getting better....considering where we started. :)

AND...who doesn't love the Chuck Taylors??? He's the only kid who wears them but it reminds me of Sandlot and sooo adorable....and we can still take it seriously and wear Chuck's....

(who knows what he's doing here...but it still so so cute!)

We are now official t-ball fans....

It rocks!

nice...

do you like how I spelled it "black whole" instead of "hole"...I have no brain and need to remind myself to never post after 10pm...

two vs. three...

The Black Hole...

Seven days after my first c-section (Kate) I packed up what little we could, and flew to Vegas. It was Joe's summer internship that brought us out and since my mom's house wasn't finished yet (or started for that matter) and the condo seemed a bit tight without us there...we rented an apartment for those three months.

After sitting in a wheelchair at the airport for our three hour delay and sitting for three more hours on our flight, we arrived. Only to be escorted "home." After a short visit all said goodbye and left us there. Our little family of four.

The next day came and everyone was off to work but me and my newborn and two and a half year old. All of his friends and toys we left in Arkansas, along with mine too. That's when I entered the "Black Whole" stage of that experience...

I'm sad that those first few months of Kate's life are tucked away in some part of my brain that I don't visit often...Having a newborn has it's challenges (no sleep). But having those challenges exacerbated by 7-day-old major surgery no extra hands and a 2 1/2 year old wanting my attention the whole time and a newborn who had to be held 24-7...was not ideal.

If Joe would have said he only wanted two kids...we would only have two kids. My apprehension for this third one was not very subtle (just ask Joe) and I'm blessed to be able to say that the experience with this guy:

puts my black hole days to shame! My mom helped, my mother-in-law came, my husband took a week off...it's been fabulous! My kids' routine hasn't even skipped a beat! I didn't cook a meal for three weeks (I have the best friends and parents ever!!!) And he is such a great baby!

Plus...my two kids just play together!!! Imagine that!!!I found my big boy doing this the other day....he loves his little brother.

And speaking of my big boy...

We were totally rewarded for being slacker parents! One of his training wheels feel off so Joe just took the other one off...to motivate himself to get out and teach this boy! Low and behold he officially taught himself! It was awesome! (of course, he fell at the park and declared he wanted his training wheels back on...)

And this little princess...Lives in this dress. (You will get it back tonight Court!) And ever since I came home from the hospital...she only changes her clothes 5000 times a day and that is in between the time she is wearing this:

I just love my three! And this time it certainly has been a charm...

another year....

can you believe it's been 7 years???

just be glad we don't have a scanner...or there'd be high school graduation and Havasupai (sp?) pictures of us plastered all over!

This one's for you....HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!

(This is short and sweet because I know how you LOVE when I get real personal on our blog...!)

I love you!

question of the day....

Do I go PRIVATE??? Joe doesn't love that I'm not, but I've connected with so many friends that I'd lost contact with that I hate to do it... I've gotten a few weird comments that makes me feel like I should.....WHAT DO I DO???

I'm actually going to post something one of these days...my camera is still holding the 735 images--literally-- on its memory card and I still haven't put them on my computer...nice! But maybe I should clean my floors first (it's only been 3 weeks) or do the laundry (it hasn't been three weeks) or maybe read to my kids (although dad hasn't let them down) or maybe take a quick nap (you know, turn a movie on and put your baby down kind)...should I make dinner? (It's been a while) or wash my hair? (HEY NO!!!) Read some blogs? (Google reader says I only have 167 new posts waiting...) hummmm....I think I'll just sit here and stare at this screen until my baby wakes up starving (oops, times up) and I have to publish it. It was a nice mind-numbing 5 minutes of sitting and staring.

Okay...I'm going PRIVATE!!! After talking to my "sister" Trisha I'm going to do it!!! Send me your email addresses and I'll send you an invite!

Bruiser....

(okay, I literally have 5 minutes to get this up and sign-off...here goes)

Grey was affectionately given this name as 9 lbs. popped up on the scale! Thank goodness for those 9 lbs. , 21 inches and enough fluid "the kid could do laps in there." They also complimented me on my "amazing innards." That plus his weight has improved my feelings about the lurking incision at the bottom of my belly. And the conclusion is....HE IS TOTALLY WORTH IT!

I set him up and shot a few pictures for no longer than 3 minutes the other day! He didn't cry once and gave me those newborn faces that I love!

and p.s....he is the best baby ever!!!

Baby Grey

Grandma just wanted you to know. . .

I'm here!

And Sometimes . . .

I'm even awake!

See!

Mom will write more later!