Flea Market

I LOVE flea markets. I rarely go, since I have a husband who HATES flea markets. So, I treated myself to an area flea market this weekend. I came across this beloved chair for a whopping $10 !! Very old and distressed, but an amazing color, I do say myself. I had to try it out once I got it home, and guess who was the only monkey around?? Poor Tessa.





I love the fact that all I have to say is "tootie butt", and this monkey rolls in her chair every time.


Yup, "tootie butt".


And then, just like that, I am the lame mom who is SOOO boring.

Kiddo's

Well, I thought it appropriate since I did an anniversary post yesterday, that I should post about what marriage will bring you as the years follow. As they say, "First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes kiddo's in the baby carriage.". I rarely get pictures of all 4 kids together...for some reason, I don't think they like eachother. I don't know if I did something to initiate that or not. So, I had to resort to bribing. I had to bribe with a visit to the park. Not a bad compromise...seemed to work.
*Warning* loads of pictures to follow....













And apparently, I have one that doesn't like me a ton either. For some reason, Josie decided to give me the universal "Loser" hand gesture.

10 Years!

Happy Anniversary to US!! Today is Dean and I's 10th wedding anniversary. Looking at these pictures, we look like babies. And we thought we were so mature..lol! I am so blessed. I have an amazing husband. He is an awesome companion, best friend, daddy, provider, etc...I hope 50 years from now, we are still celebrating out lives together!!

Random Thought

Just a random thought I was thinking about this morning as I was cleaning our ever disastrous basement. Why is it that no matter where these little Polly Pockets are played with, they never get lost? In a house that is notorious for losing the opposing sock, why is it that something smaller than a penny always seems to pop up, but a sock {more than 10 inches long} vanishes? Anyone who has girls, knows that these Polly's are the tiniest things around....but, around our house, they seem to never get lost. Anyway...just something to ponder on this beautiful Wed. morning.

I **heart** SUMMER!!

....and I think my kids do too!

I promise some pics of the others...they are just too busy being the social coordinators of the neighborhood to allow me to take their picture.

Does God Mess Up?

My kids are really into asking philosophical questions lately. They have an infatuation with how great our God is. I love seeing and hearing the innocence in their voices, minds, and questions.
Last night, during dinner, all the kids were quizzing Dean and I on who God made.
"Did God make animals?"
YES
"Did God make plants?"
YES
You get the picture...this went on for awhile.
Then Elli decided to drop in the whole, "Did God make Satan?"
As soon as she asked this, I thought we were in for a long explanation.
So, all Dean said was, "Yes".
Elli's reply (which I am still laughing hysterical at):
"Did He mess up on that one?"

**WARNING**

WARNING: having a 2 year old can cause substantial, and possibly permanent, stress to a mothers life. May also cause high blood pressure, heart attack, irritability, lack of sleep, hair loss, wrinkles, tremors, teeth grinding, extreme headaches, and possibly death at an early age. If you experience any of these symptoms, admit yourself into a psychiatric ward as soon as possible. Contact a therapist immediately.
These children can be corrosive--can produce deterioration of parents. If you come in contact with one, run away immediately, and call animal control. Due to their irritating nature, may be harmful to all present. They should be stored at a near freezing temperature, as to slow down their motor skills. Keep locked up so as other children do not come in contact and take on their traits and habits.

Cooties

I am not quite sure whether I had a mental lapse moment, or if I actually just don't give a crap anymore. I am still trying to decipher between the two. Sometimes I think they run hand in hand. I am not a germ freak, but this gives me a bit of the willies.
We went to garage sales yesterday. I gave the kids each $1. This little turd spotted this big purple dinosaur a mile away and WANTED it!! I, on the other hand, tried to divert her attention onto other things. Wasn't going to happen. She fell in love at first sight. I gave in, hence the mental lapse/don't give a crap anymore. I promised I would never buy a stuffed animal from a garage sale. One, we have about 50 million here at home already. Second, I know what gets all over our stuffed animals at home (yogurt, spilled milk, snot, drool) why would I allow my children to smother in someone elses bodily fluids.

Happy as a clam.


That's right baby, get those lips on Johnny's snot from last years cold.


Eat it baby, eat it!


No turd, it's not funny. This mommy will have to wipe that snot off your face once you contract Johnny's snotty nose cold.


Wham, bam...contracted the virus....now off to smother in the dirt.