Wordless Wednesday

Having the previous entry as my top entry was depressing me, so here ya go! I love how little ones just find everything, wood chips at the park included, so interesting.

A, B, C, & D

Oof. What happened to me?

I've been busy. Busy planting gardens, busy planning parties, busy making movies, busy reading horrible vampire books. No time in this busy life for writing in my blog, it would seem.

bad mommy gone good?

I'm awesome.

Yesterday, I made it out of the house (a miracle in itself) and we made it to Preschool on time. Squeak had a great time and Pixie only got into the cat food twice. After preschool, I was exhausted and my ears were ringing from being around too many little kids that are not my own (we go to a little parents' cooperative preschool in my friend's neighborhood so I don't get to just drop him off and enjoy myself. We're too poor for that kind of fun.). But I let Squeak swing on the tire swing, even though what I really wanted to do was hurry and get home and proclaim nap time for the next 2 hours. Which I did promptly after I took these pictures:

The Birth Story

It's birth story time!

Warning: this will be long. Very long. I've tried to include every last detail, because it was truly the most amazing experience of my life and I don't ever want to forget a single thing about it. Also, when I think about it, still, almost 8 months later, I just want to shout out every detail from the rooftops. It was THAT amazing.

Pixie & Squeak

I'm ba-ack! I didn't forget about this blog, but over the past 10+ months, everytime I thought about updating, I got too overwhelmed. And since I have maybe 1 reader, I think all will be forgiven.

Since my last update, I had a baby! A baby girl! I've debated what to call her on this blog (if I decide I have the time/energy to keep up this blog). I think "Pixie" fits her the best, but it sounds a little too much like "Pipsqueak," which has always been my son's moniker. So I guess from now on Son will be Squeak (which has become infinitely more fitting than I ever thought it would be, as his voice continues to be rather squeaky), and Daughter will be Pixie.

Notice the pictures on the sidebar! A Poems, Prayers & Promises first! Actual pictures of my actual kids! (Shhh, don't tell the husband!)!!

So Pixie was born in May, which makes her almost 8 months old. I have a dreamy birth story to tell, but since I've just spent all my allotted updating time reformatting the blog instead of writing, it will wait until next post. Which will be sooner than 10 months. I promise.

Because even if (though) no one reads this thing, I am sure I will continue to write. As exhausting as it is sometimes having two blogs (this one and the one mostly for the grandparents to keep up with my littles), I sometimes need someplace to write things that I *don't* want my entire family, in-laws, and all previous acquantances reading. And that's where you come in, dear blog! Aren't you excited for me to dump all my baggage here?!

I know I am!