Wednesday, May 28, 2008

No, she's NOT hungry!

Why is that whenever babies are fussy in public everyone automatically assumes they're hungry? It couldn't be that they're tired or hot or cold or over-stimulated or bored or whatever. No, babies must only cry because they are hungry.

I've gotten several comments about this in the past (usually by older women) when one of my babies has been crying in public. The most recent was at the library when Sophie was squalling and the lady behind me said, "Sounds like someone's ready to eat!" even though I had just barely fed her before we left. Ha! If only she had only looked a little closer she would have seen 2 chipmunk cheeks and 2 roly-poly thighs that are proof that Sophie never misses a meal.

Does this ever happen to you?

Friday, May 23, 2008

Back Among the Living

I'm back (sort of), after being under water for the last 7 weeks. I credit a few things for helping me emerge:


I'm finally getting more of this.



Because Sophie is doing less of this.


And more of this.






I finally did this last night.



Having a clean house shouldn't matter when I have 3 beautiful babies and a great husband, live in the richest country in the world and can practice whichever religion I choose. It shouldn't matter. And yet it does. It's amazing how much better I feel when my house is clean (clean being a relative term lately). I have more patience and more fun with my kids, and a more sunny disposition in general.

Last night I was stressing about housework and Ryan said to just "let it go." What? And lose my sunny disposition? But since I really don't have a choice right now, I have temporarily lowered my standards until Sophie is older and I have my nights off again.

Ryan's family came for a visit.




It was fun seeing everyone and I had a ton of help with the kids. I think everyone agreed that life below the Mason-Dixon line isn't so redneck after all.




Sophie is smiling.





It's unfair that she is bowless in all of her pictures when Marissa had a perma-bow in all of hers. Oh well.


Marissa actually let me do this to her hair.





If you know Marissa, this is a big deal.

Of course, this didn't hurt either.

And neither did this.




Now I just have to hit this. Stat.



Sunday, May 11, 2008

More Backyard Pics






Saturday, May 10, 2008

Backyard Fun