puke, planes, party!

Yesterday we arrived home from Phoenix. The flight was uneventful, besides the poop diaper I changed in front of some poor young couple sitting near us. You know you love another more than yourself when you will perform such an atrocity in your lap. Oh, and the matter of the puke. Not spit up, but full-blown spewing vomit.

In the car seat and my leg.

On the floor and my bag and jacket.

And perhaps my favorite part, in my shoe.

I was lucky enough to get to walk in that shoe for another 2 hours before arriving home.

Reed got so much stuff, we had to go today and buy and "organizer". Here is Reed 5 minutes after discovery:

He is working on getting every single toy out before moving on to the next bin.

Reed has been cranky lately. I think it's his teeth. He will chew on ANYTHING and here is proof:

Today is New Year's Eve. Thade is still out of town and sounds like he will be partying more than his parents this year. We have thus far spent the day doing yard work, laundry and some painting. Our big plans tonight consist of dinner and picking up toys. We were invited to a party except it starts after my bedtime. I'm loving this vacation though. One more day before back to work!

Happy New Year!

Turkey Coma

Well, I didn't actually have turkey on Christmas, but I did have Ribeye. And I have to say, the cow affects me much the same. We have been in Phoenix since Sunday night, and I have taken a nap every day here so far. I'm having flashbacks to preschool. Yesterday was Christmas. Rustin got me some kickin Ugg boots. Only one problem, they are TWO sizes too small. I know what you are saying, it's the thought that counts. Well, don't men THINK to check their wife's shoe size when planning to buy them shoes? But really, he did good. Only problem is every store I've called and/or gone to doesn't have this shoe in my size. Apparently, clown's are the only women in this country besides myself that wear a size 10.



Thade got his WII and loves it.

Did you know that, other than babysitting your children, the WII can tell you how "fit" you are? Rustin's fitness age was 59. I'm afraid to take the test myself. I'm sure it would say I've been dead for a while.



My personal favorite gift of them all is the new "Tickle Me Elmo Extreme Special Addition" Santa brought Reed. It really is hilarious. I also found this adorable hat for $1.

O Abilene, O Abilene

We got home a couple of hours ago from a 18 hour stay in Abilene because Rustin was sure our flight left at 7am tomorrow morning. Funny thing, we get home and Rustin finds out our flight doesn't leave until 3pm tomorrow afternoon. Big difference! So I've now packed our entire lives in a bag that I will proceed to unpack tomorrow because I'll need 1/2 the stuff for the baby.

The boys got lots of cool stuff as did Rustin and I. Here is Rustin pictured in his favorite gift of all, courtesy of my Mimi.

Didn't get any pics of the boys before the camera died.

I knew it was a matter of time before the 911 call happened. Here's how it went:

Reed picks up cordless phone and proceeds to push buttons.

I say in my mocking baby voice, "Reed are you going to call 911?"

Reed tires of phone and moves on to something more interesting, like eating wrapping paper. 5 minutes later, phone rings. Because my family is as oblivious as me most times, it rings 16 times before Aunt Kathleen finally says, "Where is the phone?!" I see it lying next to my leg and pick it up.

I say, "It says City of Abilene."

A chorus, "well answer it!"

911 operator, "We had a 911 call, is there an emergency?"

I say, "No, I just instructed my 9 month old to call 911 to show my family how smart and advanced he is for his age"

Why in the world would the emergency call gods decide to make the emergency number 2 digits in perfect baby/toddler position?? Wouldn't 582 make more sense to keep little grubby fingers from reaching the emergency numbers?

I also learned from my husband what a "blowby" was today. Here's how it went:

We are in car driving back from Abilene.

I say, "what smells?!!??"

Rustin says, "I had a blowby"

I say, "what is that??!!"

Rustin, "when a fart blows by a poop on it's way out"

So romantic.

Saw Aaron Watson last night in Abilene. Quanah Parker was out in full cowboy gear performing the cotton eye joe.

Ever raced a 6 year old girl to a bathroom stall before? I'm ashamed to admit that today I did, but proud to say I won.

Sugar Rush

By 7:30 this morning I have eaten 2 large mint chocolate cookies and a cupcake. I now feel like I did when I took those minithins in Middle school. A little hyper, but mostly nauseous. What is it with pregnancy?? I would never eat a cupcake at 7:30 in the morning otherwise!



Last night I made taco soup. I loved it, but I love everything I cook. I later found a full bowl sitting in the sink. I asked my oldest, Thade, "so you didn't like the soup"? He almost cried and went to his room afraid "I was mad at him". Funny thing is, I was happy to see him upset because it means he doesn't want to disappoint me!! Does that make me a bad mom?



Speaking of Thade, we got news this week he needs to have eye surgery. It is scheduled for Jan 23rd. Thade has strabismus, diagnosed at 18 months. He wants the surgery and is not nervous about it at this point.


Reed made up for his naughty bed-time behavior last night by crashing at 7:30 and sleeping until 6:30 this morning!!! I felt so good this morning, I even called my mother on my in to the office geared up for a usually long chat.



I handed out Christmas cards at the office this week because I'm too cheap to spend an extra $4 to mail them to my co-workers. Someone told me this morning we should model. If only they knew that the part of my shirt you can't see had spit up on it and I didn't even have the last few buttons done because my pop belly was busting out.







Lastly, my boobs have gotten so big that my seat belt chokes me because it has no where to go but OVER them. I love growing babies.

2 Hairwashes tonight anyone?

I think the girls at work get tired of hearing how crazy life tends to be with a 10 year old, a 9 month old, and 5 months pregnant with your third child. For instance, my night last night. Generally speaking, baby Reed is very well-behaved and goes to sleep very easily. Unless, that is, Daddy and brother are gone to the Mavs game and Mommy is left to fend for herself, fend for Reed, finish the wrapping for Christmas, laundry, and all after 8pm when we finally rolled home because we leave town in 2 days for TWO weeks.

So, around 8pm we get home and Reed is asleep. Normally, I would say forget the bath tonight, I work full time, the nursery will understand if Reed is a little sticky tomorrow or has dirt under his fingernails. However, Reed had clumps of sweet potato in his hair and I know I couldn't get away with that. Reluctantly, I wake Reed from his coma and put him in the bath at 8:15 (15 minutes past his usual bed-time). Because I also have super-human speed, (or because I'm wanting to get to this, or this, and especially this since my Suns loving husband and Mavs loving son were at the game) at approximately 8:16, we are finished, rocking in the chair having our bottle. Around 9pm (yes 45 minutes of rocking this night), we fall asleep.

Free at last, free at last. Around 9:03, Reed starts coughing and before I get to his bedroom, I hear the dreaded sound of spewing liquid from his monitor. I return to find vomit in the freshly washed hair, sheets, Pj's, everywhere. Needless to say, after a 2nd bath, it was close to 10pm before little Reed went back to sleep and Mommy started her chores. When I finally got to bed, baby girl decided to wake up and kick me to brethren for half an hour. So much for my relaxing night at home without the big boys. He is so worth it.

I know I should be thankful for any extra time I have, even if it is after 10pm. Things will be much different when baby girl arrives!