Ten Reasons I'm Not Jealous My SIL and BIL are in Hawaii

10. We are getting about six inches of snow by Monday - I wouldn't want to miss that!
(Update - we ended up with more like 12 inches - nothing better!)

9. I get to change Bruiser's poopy diapers! I'm sure I would miss that smell!

8. I get to take all three children to the doctor on Tuesday for well check-ups. Gosh, I love a challenge!

7. My winter coat is my favorite piece of clothing!

6. I love cleaning snotty noses - I probably wouldn't get to do that in Hawaii.

5. I would miss the added stress of yippy-yappy Shadow!

4. I need constant noise in my world - the ocean waves of Hawaii could not compete with the screams and whines of my children.

3. I would really have to work hard to get sunburned in March at home - who needs to worry about sunscreen at this time of year?

2. The sand would irritate my dry, cracked skin.

1. Sitting on the beach, watching the waves, and reading a book without any interruption would be way too boring!

We hope you are having a wonderful and relaxing time, C &J!

We really do ... most of the time!

Sharing Through the Eyes of a Toddler

Tater and I had a mother-daughter morning - Tumble Tots, the library, the grocery store, and the dry cleaners. At the dry cleaners, they hand out lollipops. The nice big sister that Tater is, she asked for one for Bruiser. Usually, I would place him in his high chair to eat the sticky mess on a stick but Tater handed it to him before I could intervene. And before Daddy and I could intervene, we caught Bruiser sharing a lick with Shadow, the dog!

No Pain, No Gain!

Since the birth of G Baby, I have had a bit of an issue with finding clothing that fits me. I have a closet full of clothing and have been reduced to wearing the same few outfits over and over. I knew I was in real trouble when I was reviewing pictures from Christmas and saw a lovely one that my husband took of me - ugh!

My friend, M, who has shared two of my three pregnancies with me - we both have 4-year-olds and 2-year-olds! - told me about an aerobics class she has been taking at the local rec center. It's an hour class twice a week - and the best part is that it only costs $3 a class (after the $20 rec center registration). The instructor is great - really energetic and thorough. I'm really enjoying it and have even lost over 5 pounds in the past three weeks - a great reward!

Well, we had class last night. The instructor had been recovering from an illness at the previous class and gave us stations to complete so she could take it easy. Needless to say, she made it up tonight! She pushed us beyond what I thought I could do - I even wondered if I would be able to walk down the steps to my car after class!

On the drive home I was thinking about how hard class had been. I even had thought that the instructor should be careful walking to her car - you never know when an irritated participant might follow her. But then I thought she probably doesn't have to worry because she worked us all so hard that no one had any energy left to attacked her!

That aside, I know its all for my own good and I always feel better after I go. In fact, I'm already looking forward to the next class!

Tater's Preschool Picture

Stupid Virus!

The virus strikes again! Jack now has the cough...and the fever...and the whining. Can we ever get healthy all at the same time? The house needs to be Lysol-ed from top to bottom - do they make a Lysol bomb?

Big Boy!

Bruiser was laying down in his crib the other night and I noticed that he was trying to use his Taggie ball as a pillow - not an easy feat! So, I asked him if he wanted a pillow and he quickly responded with a "yeah, yeah, yeah!" I grabbed a pillow from my bed and he quickly plopped his head on it and went into a sound sleep. Bruiser slept until 9:15 the next morning!

When I put him down for his nap the next day, he did the same thing and quickly drifted off. When I went to get him out of bed, he cried, "Momma, Momma! I ove my peeyo! I ove my peeyo!" (translation: I love my pillow!) Now, I don't remember how old Tater was when we gave her a pillow for the first time but I know she was younger than Bruiser is now. Talk about feeling like a terrible mother!

Wordless Wednesday

Tater's Art Work - It's a bride!