Where have I been???

The other day I realized that I am not doing right by my kids right now. Here lately I have been not happy, and while I have been here physically for my kids, I haven't really been here mentally for them. I get up and do the minimum that needs to be done here at home and for the kids. But anything else, I really havent been here mentally.

I just wanted to be alone and left alone, and sit and stew in my unhappiness. I couldnt wait for bedtime, because then that meant I wouldnt have to pretend to be paying attention. Its all because right now, it has been a hard holiday for me, with my husband so far away, and not being able to talk to him that often, and having a new baby - and all the crazy hormone swings that go with it, and just everything else piled on top of it. And while I have the right to be sad and what not, it isnt my kids fault, and I don't have the right to take it out on them so to speak.

So now I am trying to pull myself out of this depression, I guess you would call it. So tomorrow is a new day and a new year. So I am giving myself tonight to still be sad and what not, and then tomorrow it has to stop. Its time to stop sulking and get on with life. Plus this month (January) is the beginning of the crazy time, and I need to get in the right mind set for it.

Although I am listening to my brother in law, who is a dj for a radio station where my husband is, and it is helping me smile through the tears :) (anyone who is interested, you can listen to estereo liberacion here)

Anyway, that is what has been going on with me, and why I haven't been online. I am working on my resolutions, and *hopefully* I will be posting them tomorrow. Lets see how well that works out, LOL seeing as how I have a post from Christmas that I have been *working* on since last Tuesday, so who knows, LOL.

Its all about me

I haven't been on here for a couple of days (more about that in another blog) but I figured the first post I post should be a meme. :)

Karen from The Rocking Pony tagged me the other day for a meme. I am supposed to be telling you 7 random things about me. I dont know how random they will be, but here we go anyway...


1) Many people think I am a horrible mom, well not horrible, but they dont agree with how I raise my kids. They think its horrible that my kids have to learn how to wash their own clothes, and do the dishes and *gasp* have to clean up and vacuum their rooms. They have alot of responsibility, and horrors of horrors, they have to listen, or there is consequences. I am told all the time how mean I am.

2) When I just had Andre and Jordan, I had a rule. No toys with noise. Now that I have 7 kids, that rule seems to have gone out the window. You would think that with just two kids, I wouldn't care, and with 7 I would enforce it more. But I guess I am just tired of fighting it. Or maybe I just have learned how to tune out more things.

3) I would love to learn many other languages besides just Spanish. Why, I dont know. What I would do with it, I dont know.

4) I have to fight myself to get outside to play with the kids, or go for a walk with them. But once I am out with them I enjoy it. So I dont know why I have such a hard time getting out there with them.

5) I am a night person. I can stay up until 3 or 4 AM with no problem. Its getting up with the kids that is the problem. So I have to change who I am because I have kids.

6) I am having a real hard time with my husband so far away. This time is many many times harder than before.

7) I cry easily at movies. Even if they are just a bit sappy, I am crying. Sometimes there doesnt have to be anything sad/touching etc. about it, and I cry.

I had to come back and edit this - I forgot to put down who I was tagging :)
However, I don't like to tag people, but if you read this, you can consider yourself tagged, and if you want to, go ahead and post about it as well.

Comcast has issues, but then again... so do I

I was going to write about how Comcast cable company is full of idiots, then I changed my mind. Then I changed it again. Oh it is so nice being a woman, and being able to change your mind on a whim, LOL.

I tried to switch to comcast the other day, but because I have an outstanding balance of $.21 they wouldn't let me. I told them I never received a bill and they said they dont send out bills for such a small amount. Ummm ok, how am I supposed to know I owe them then. So if I want to switch to Comcast, then I have to pay the $.21 on a credit card, where they cahrge me $4.95 convience fee, or drive 20 minutes away and pay it at the office. It is against their policy to allow me to give the person who will hook up the cable a quarter. They could even keep the change. LOL

My mom said I should threaten to go Mona Shaw on them. If you haven't heard this story, click on the link, it is the BEST story. A truely heartwarming story of a 75 year old woman who took on Comcast and their crappy customer service into her own hands. I also love how there is now a blog for comcast haters.

Anway, since I decided not to tell you about my dealings with the comcast idiots ;), I decided to share some children fun. My favorite is the second video - I love the way Levi dance.

I tried to post the video on here, but it wouldn't work. So here are the links. I hope you check them out, because they made me laugh! Especially the second one...

The oldest 5 of mine and a snowball fight

The younger two dancing

The Man Cold...

If only things were so easy for the men... LOL. There is nothing much else to say. Oh to be a man...

Google reader is making me anti-social

I know that last week I was talking about my trip to the Consulate on this past Monday, and how I was going to write about it, because I was sure there would be something to write about. Well I was wrong. The traffic on the way there was great. We got there, got in and out of there in 2 hours or so. It was just a smooth trip all the way around. But sometime in February I have to go back to get Honduran passports for the youngest 5, so maybe I will have a good story or too then.

I have alot of blogs that I read on a regular basis. Some of them are listed on my blog rolls to the right, and others, I just haven't had a chance to add to my blog roll. I spent alot of time going to each blog via my main page, clicking on the link so that it would open up in a seperate window, and taking my time to read the blog, read the comments, and leave a comment. However, it would take me so long, I wouldn't be able to visit everyone, and read everyone's blog and leave comments.

So I decided to check out Google Reader. If you don't know what google reader is, well its awesome. You put in your favorite blogs, and everytime one of those blogs is updated, the update shows up in one spot. Sort of like an email with all your favorite updated blogs. Since I got the Google Reader, I have been able to keep up with most of your blogs. The only problem now is while I have the updates all in one place, I am not able to leave comments on the blogs. To leave comments I would have to open up the main blog, and go from there. Which in theory, is no biggie. But because I have been in a funk, and just in a blah mood, it has become much easier to sit back and say nothing, and read everyones blog. To become anti-social. A wallflower so to speak. One who watches everything and everyone, but doesn't talk to anyone. And while that suits me right now because I am in a funk, it doesn't help me get out of this funk. Usually, when I am in this mood, I have to force myself to talk to people, and to interact, and eventually I will kick myself out of the mood.

So I guess that means that I have to give up on my Google Reader, so that I can talk to you all.

An alternate universe.

Some days I swear I think I live in the twilight zone. For those of you who dont know, I was married before. My ex husband and I usually have a good relationship, and I consider him my friend. Well sort of. I am the type of person who will help you out if you need it, it doesn't matter who you are. And Lale hates that. He doesn't understand how if someone has hurt me or done me wrong, how I can just forget about it, and still help them out. He especially hates that I help out my ex husband.

Well let me give you a bit of background about my ex-husband and I. We met when we were 20, in the month of September. We got married in November the same year. Yeah I know. I fell for him, hard and fast.

Our relationship was very passionate. Not like that, get your mind out of the gutter, LOL. With us, when we fought, we fought with all we had. When we were getting along, we were best friends. We never did anything half-way. The problem was we were to young to know how to deal with out problems, and that eventually caused the relationship to end. Well that and I grew up, and he wasn't ready to yet. I still care very much for him, but not like that anymore.

Anyway, in 2005 he (my ex) got remarried. When he told me he was getting married, I told him to not make the same mistake as he did with me. Put her first, and not to worry about the beer and his friends. And it looked like he listened to me. He changed alot. Before he got married he didn't take Jordan very often on the weekends, and he spent all of his free time drinking. Once he got married he became a great dad to Jordan, pretty much stopped drinking, and just did a total 180. I never met his wife in person, but I have talked to her many many times on the phone, and we get along. I have helped them both out whenever they needed anything. Whenever he did drink though, he never forgot to call me and tell me how much he loved me, and how much he regrets losing me. I always blow it off, and ignore him. I have told him many times that he has a wife, and I have a husband, and our road came to a dead end, and when I tell him that, he backs off.

Here lately he has been working M-F from 6AM until midnight, but on his time off during the weekends he was never home. He has started going out again with his friends and drinking again. He must have forgotten my advice.

Well yesterday I needed him to sign a paper stating that he does indeed pay child support, so I met him at the bank, and because it was so cold, I gave him a ride back to his apartment. As he was getting out of the car he asked me for a kiss, and I told him to go kiss his wife. I *think* he was sort of playing, but I am not sure. He wasn't drunk, so who knows. Anyway, then last night he somehow figured out that my husband was now in Honduras, so he kept offering to come over and keep me company. Again he was denied. (and yes, this time he was drunk)

Jordan called him today after church to see how he was doing, since she didn't go over there this weekend, and talked to him for a few minutes. Then she handed me the phone. Here we go again, I thought. No he didn't want to talk to me to hit on me. Now it seems he needed my help. His wife has gotten fed up with him never being home, and anytime he was off to go out drinking and hanging with his friends, so she left him. Now he wants my help. He wanted me to call her and talk to her. While yes I have talked to her, and we got along, I somehow don't think me calling - his first wife - and trying to talk to her about why she left him, and try to convince her to go back to him would be the best thing for them. But would he listen to me? NOOOOO. He swears that she would talk to me. (ok, um, I know as a woman if my husbands ex-wife called me to try to get me to go back to him, that would really irritate me. No matter if we got along or not).

When I hung up with him, I really felt like I was in a totally different universe. One that doesn't make much sense.

Cheese Confusion...

I was online today doing some research on how to make cheese from fresh milk. I was trying to find out if from the same milk can you make fresh butter and fresh cheese. And while I didn't get the answer I was looking for, I did come across this. Go ahead, click on the link, I will wait. I think I am a bit speachless. I don't know why I am speachless. Is it because someone actually thought to do that, or that it didn't work or what.

Some of the comments though did have me laughing.

But I thought I would share my confussion with all of you. Enjoy...

Making plans to become annoyed...

As long as it doesn't snow to to bad this weekend, and the weather/roads are ok come Monday, I am off to the Honduras Consulate this Monday for another fun-filled day like the last time.

After the fun of last time, from my house I am trying to only bring myself, Levi and Johan. Gloria and Larry will be going as well. I am hoping that schools are in on time Monday morning too, otherwise I will have to bring everyone except for Andre, and Lana. Lana because I have someone else willing to watch her, and Andre because he can stay home by himself. Jordan is old enough to stay home by herself, but if I left Andre and Jordan home together by themselves, well there would be no house to come home too. I am excited to go and spend a good portion of my day sitting (possibly standing - depending on how many people beat us there) in an overheated little room waiting for people who seem to be doing nothing to decide to come out and call my name. Then to go back out to the waiting room to wait some more for the Consulate to decide to sign the paperwork. Last time waiting for the Consualtes signature took 4 hours or so. I will be taking my camera though, so there should be some fun there.

And just because, here are a couple of videos of my little ones...

Johan counting in English and Spanish

Lana showing how she feels about her papi

This girl, when she gets ahold of my cell phone, she knows how to turn on the songs that I have downloaded. I never noticed until I saw the video, but when the music comes on, watch her lips. I bet one day soon she is going to come out and just start singing.

Lana when she gets in trouble

I don't know why she started to do this, but anytime she thinks she is in trouble she will look at me and go MOMMY!! with a smile, then pat my arm. But it makes me laugh everytime.

Levi just chilling

Dear Santa...

I saw this earlier today and thought it was the perfect wishlist...

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes,Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.

It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.

Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.

Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always, MOM...!

P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

911 what is your emergency?

I so didn't want t have to make the call. I did everything I could NOT to make the call. I called everyone I could think of who could possibly help me out, and they all said - make the call.

When I was little I was given a wooden rocking chair by my father. When my father died, and we were going through his stuff, I found it, along with pictures of me in the chair, so I decided I have tons of kids, they would love to use it, so I took it home. It has been in my house putting up with abuse from my kids for almost 4 years now. Until today.

This morning was a pretty normal morning (other than Mickey and Isa missing the bus, and me having to take them to school) and I was catching up on my emails, and rocking Levi, while Johan was watching Dora, and Lana was sitting at the little table coloring.

Well for some reason she got up from the table, and decided to crawl through the openings in the chair. Well, she did, and no sooner did she get through one opening did she get stuck. No biggie I let her try to get out for a couple of minutes, then decided she needed help. Johan had gotten stuck in the same chair before, and like Lana he couldn't get out. So I had to turn him around so he could climb out. Only she put her head through a different hole. I couldn't help her. She is to big in the belly and waist to be able to pull her out, and her head is to big for her to be able to back out of the chair the way she got in. I really dont know how she got into that hole. I dont even think Levi's head could fit in that space.

So I get a hammer and try to hammer away at the part where the arm-rest met the back of the chair, and other than making some dents the chair wasn't budging or breaking. So I called around and a friend down the street had a saw. So I sent Andre down to get the saw and when he came back, I had him hold her hands and the chair in one spot, and with her leaning across my legs, I tried to saw the arm-rest off. But I didn't have a good angle, and she kept screaming and having a fit and I was scared I would end up sawing off an arm or something. Plus I would still have had to saw off the other side and she was in the way.

So I had to make the call. I felt so stupid telling 911 what my emergency was. But they were very very nice, and came out and with their little tiny saw, took it apart and got her out of the chair and told me there is no reason not to feel bad. It only took them 5 minutes or less to get her out. She was in awe of them, and Johan was angry that they broke his chair, LOL. They were leaving and he was yelling at them to come back and fix it because they broke it. Now my family heirloom is out back in the trash waiting for trash day to come so that it can go to its new home.


As for Lana, she is fine. She is going to be covered in bruises on her back and belly/chest, but other than that, she is back to normal getting into everything.

Lana after she was freed by the firemen.

Lana's back


My poor chair all broken up - you can see where I was sawing the arm, I did most of the main cut, but couldn't go further without hurting her, and then on the other side I started to cut it there. They also took out the back peices, and the rocking peice on the one leg was broken off.

Oh what a suprise. Snow...

For those of you who don't know, I live in Maryland. I have lived here my whole life. In MD we get all four seasons. Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall. In the spring, its usually rainy, in the summer its hot, in the fall its crisp outside, and in the winter we get something called SNOW.

I really don't understand these people. Really I don't. As I said, we get snow every year. EVERY YEAR. Sometimes earlier in the season, sometimes later, but we always get it. It isn't like this is Florida where it never snows. Because if it was I would understand. But its not. It is Maryland. Where we get snow every freakin year. If you are one of those people who forget how to drive when it snows, then you need to move to Florida, Hawaii or some other hot weather place where it never snows.

Yesterday I had to go to Baltimore. Ok, I didn't HAVE to, but I really needed to. I had to get the box ou to Gigante Express so that my husband would get it so that he could sign certain papers and get them back to me. I had planned on going yesterday for a while now, and I wasn't about to let a little snow keep me home.

The exit into the city of Baltimore is less than 20 miles away from my house. Usually it takes me less than 15 minutes to get to the city. Once in the city, its another story to get where I need to be, but thats due to city traffic. In an hour and a half I went 12.3 miles. On 95. Not side roads, but on I-95. At no point was I stopped. Traffic was slow going due to trucks and cars that were on the side of the road in a ditch - trucks that obviously rolled over - more than once. Now I don't know how it happened - it was yucky out, but not really wasn't that bad out. It wasn't great, but how someone (well more than one someones) ended up rolling thier cars was beyond me.

Anyway, once I got to 695, and it was already 11AM, and I was only halfway there, I decided to come on back home. Being stuck in the van with most of the kids, going less than 10 miles an hour down the road, freezing our butts off is not, (since the heater isn't working right now in the van) then possibly not being able to make it back home in time to get Mick and Isa off the bus because of the idiots going down 95 (on my way up there were 3 spots that I passed in those 12.3 miles where there was no cars passing. Three DIFFERENT accidents that caused 95 to come to a standstill in THREE different places. And I am sure there were more farther down the stretch of 95 that I didn't know about.

But today I made it Baltimore and sent the box, and now I can sit back and relax, my letters, passport papers for the kids, and all the home videos that we made will be in Honduras in two weeks or so. Now I need a nap.

among other things...Why I want to move to Honduras

To me, this is beauty.

I have to feel like i am doing something - being productive. While I know that June is still a ways off, I am beginning to get more and more excited. I know that once January hits, and it will be the same year that I am leaving. (meaning it will be 2008, and I can say we are leaving this year, and mean THIS year, not within the year - yeah I know, silly things make me happy)

So I have been going through my closets and stoage areas and just other places as well, and have began to pack up stuff that I want to send to Honduras. I have found a moving company that isn't to to expensive to send a container. The difference between a 20 foot and a 40 foot container is only $400, so I am trying to see if the in-laws that are here would like to pay for half of the container and they would be able to send 20 feet worth of stuff there. That would save me a thousand dollars doing it that way. I so hope that they do, because I have some stuff, while not alot, I would love to send down, and its to bog to fit in the van. Like my washer/dryer. My freezer. My king sized bed - its brand new (bought this year) and its awesome, and I have heard that they arent as nice in Honduras. And a table. Not a dining room table, but butcher block kitchen storage like table thing with 2 shelves and 3 drawers. Nothing big, but I do love it for some odd reason.

I now have 7 boxes of stuff packed up and sitting in an alcove downstairs. Mickey and Isa have gotten into the spirit of things and keep bringing me stuff telling me that want me to send that stuff to Honduras too. They are ready to pack up and leave too I think.

Even though we wont be here but 6 and a half more months, I am redoing the family closet downstairs. I will post more about that with pictures once it is done. I love the family closet though and wish I had thought to tell Lale that before he left, so that down there we could have a family closet too.

I was thinking about why I am moving to Honduras, and thought I would share some of them with you.

• We all know my number one reason is my husband. To bring my family back together.
• beauty - everywhere, but real beauty, not the commercial beauty. When people think about the beauty of Honduras, they think about the beaches. Yes the beaches are beautiful, but it the people that make Honduras beautiful.
• I want my children to experience a different culture. To learn to not take everything for granted
• I want my children to grow up in a place where things aren’t as important as people and family.
• Back in 2001 I went to Guatemala and I knew when I stepped off of the plane that I was home. Once I got to know the people it just became more concrete in my mind. I had found my place. Not necessarily that country, but that culture. I knew that I would be back to live some point in my future.
• One day I as online and I came across a website – http://www.casadelosangeles.org/ - and I cried. And I had a feeling that this is what I am supposed to be doing. And Si Dios Quiere – God Willing as everyone says in Honduras– I will be able to do something along these lines in Honduras. Maybe not on such a large scale, but something along these lines to make a difference.
• I am a country girl at heart. I cant wait to become a farmer/ranchers wife. (man that sounds odd to call my husband a farmer or rancher, LOL)

When I spoke about the beauty of Honduras, I said the people. But I find beauty in so many things. Simple things that others may not see as beautiful. I think for me, the best way to describe it is that there are so many things that are "ugly" to society, that to me are beautiful. There is a blog on my blogroll. My Life In Chacala, and it is a blog written by someone in Chacala, Mexico. And some of the pictures that are posted there to me are the most beautiful pictures. But they are pictures of the area. Not the touristy places, and not beautiful by tourist standards, but to me they are beautiful. The fabrics, the colors, the people. All of it. Here is one of my favorite posts, and the pictures that show some of the beauty that I am talking about. I wish that when I went to Honduras, I had thought to take more pictures. I wish that when I went to Guatemala, when I got the film developed, I had gotten it on a CD too, so that I could share some of them with you.

Prozac anyone?

Jordan - Taken October 2006

Today my oldest daughter turns 10. She is becoming such a beautiful and loving girl. Well I guess not girl, young lady maybe? Muchacha?

Although she was my quickest, and easiest labor - an hour and a half from first contraction to her being born, when she was a baby I hated her. Well not really hated her, but man she got on my nerves, LOL. Andre was my first, and he was a good baby. slept through the night, was independant etc. etc.

Jordan would wake up at night every 2 hours to eat a little bit of formula - she wouldn't eat more - and take an hour to eat what little she did. During the day she wouldn't sleep or nap. I swear to you, the most she slept was 15 minutes at a time, then she was crying again. Looking back on it, I wish I was more confident in my abilities of being a mother, and didn't look to the doctors for everything. I think she probably would have been a great sleeper if I had put her on her belly. (yes my kids now will sleep on their belly as babies if they sleep better that way. I break tons of rules now, and my ped is A-OK with it, he trusts my ability to be a mother, LOL) So as a little baby I never got any sleep. It took her forever to sleep through the night. I mean she was potty trained (which was awesome - she trained herself at 14 months) before she slept through the night.

When she was 6 months but couldn't crawl, if I left the living room to go into the kitchen, she would sit there and SCREAM her head off. I never got a moments peace from her. I loved her (still do) but man she drove me insane.

Now I don't know what I would do without her. She is the biggest help with the kids, and she does it willingly. Sometimes I have to remember not to pile everything on her, and let her be a kid, because she just does this on her own to help me out.

She is a big pain in the you know what as well. But thats due to being pre-teen and hormones and what not. At the doctors today, her ped told me she is at the beginning of puberty, and should have her first period in 2 years or so. I told him I didn't think she would live that long, if I had to wait 2 years for this hormonal stuff to become monthly, instead of ALL THE TIME.

Case in point. She was going out to dinner with my mom tonight, and I asked her if she wanted all of us to go, or just her. She said all of us. Then she was crying because she NEVER gets time alone with my mom, so she didn't want us to go. Ok, no big deal. So I started to make dinner, and she asks me why am I making dinner, aren't we all going out. I told her no, she said she wanted to go by herself, and she ran out the room screaming and crying because I was putting to much pressure on her and she wanted us all to go to have fun together.

WTH??? I swear I don't think I was this bad when I was her age. I really don't. So I sat down with her, pulled her into my lap and asked her again, trying to figure out what it was that she wanted. She said she didn't want to feel like she was selfish. I told her she wasn't being selfish by wanting to go by herself, and really it was no big deal. So she went by herself.

She comes home from dinner in a good mood. Everyone had cupcakes, my mom left, and Jordan once again turned my home into hormonal hell. She threw herself on the couch and began to cry hysterically again. Mickey asked her whats wrong, and she said everything. With the exception of dinner with my mom this day was HORRIBLE. Mickey said that she loved her, and she hopes Jordan liked her present. Jordan asked what it was, and she said she got a hug and a kiss for her because she loves her, and a dog from the toy bucket downstairs that Jordan can sleep with. (Mickey is 4). Jordan said thats a stupid present, ran to her room and proceeded to cry for a good 15 minutes.

Then she came out and apologized to me and Mickey for her behaviour and went to bed all smiles and happy as can be.

Maybe I should give her a Valium instead of, or along with a Prozac. sheesh. At least she still talks to me. I know the time where I become her enemy is on its way.

Jordan, earlier this summer

Happy Birthday Jordan. Hormonal or not, I love you!

Pictures and Videos Oh My...

This was my attempt at getting a good family picture. Out of all the ones I took, this is the only one they are all looking at the camera. To bad they aren't all smiling.

This is my new shirt. Well it isn't so new, but it didn't fit before because I had the baby belly going. It now fits. I love this shirt.

I think the boy needs a new hat. Maybe one that fits.

I don't even know what to say about this. Andre (who is almost 12) was yelling about the dryer shrinking his coat. He comes around the corner wearing Lana's winter coat. (she isn't quite 1 and a half). Man I wish I was as thin as he is.

I love to harass Lana. She is such a faker. I love to tell her she is Mala (bad) just to see her fake her cry, LOL.

Gang Signs - you know how babies are awake they sit there and move their hands all around, opening and closing them? Well Levi does that. The other day Levi was laying on the bed, and Lana climbed up to give him some loving. He was awake and moving his arms and hands all around, and she sat there and watched him for a few minutes. Then she started to copy him, and I swear it looked like they were throwing up gang signs to eachother. I wish I had my camera close to take a video. It was so funny.

And just for a laugh – one of the funniest commercials I have ever seen…
The Tea ParTay


the red pants and blue shirt with the white sweater thrown over the shoulders – oh how I wish my man would dress like that. LMAO

The boy is 1 month old today...

How did that happen? Wasn't he just born yesterday? Notice that HUGE double chin?