rambling shenanigans

It feels like once every couple of days I send a text message to my mom and dad with my kids latest rambles. I'm so glad I do, because if I didn't immediately document this, people would think I'm making this up. I wish I could make this up. I'd write novels.
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Ruby praying: "Bless Grama Deb she can feel better, and bless gramps Trace he can... ... ... ... deal with grama Deb. And bless Hunter he will go on a mission already..."

Ruby: "Mom, I struggling. Cause my feet are so smelly that I can't even think about things. And I need to think about things to make me strong. But the smell gets in the way."
she is not kidding about that, they smell so terrible. 

Ruby: " I'm not feeling very beautiful today. That's why I'm having a hard time."

Ruby: after an all out brawl with Kevin, she was sent to bed early in a full blown tantrum. After Stella had gone to bed, Ruby snuck up to our room...
"Mom, Dad... I need to opologize. I sorry that I was mean and crying."
as Kevin tucked her into bed and said prayers with her... "ahhhhh, my bed feels so much better after I opologize."

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Lately my dad's favorite thing to do is stop by our house about 8pm. Just as the kids are winding down for bed, ya know quiet time. And when Grampa Trace comes over all hell breaks loose and I can't win. So it's not worth trying. This week, Grama Deb took a rest on the floor and Gus stomped on her head. Then Ruby wasn't paying attention and toppled right over her. There were cookies being thrown across the room and boxes of girls scout cookies inhaled. Gus was testing everyone's hand eye coordination by throwing balls out of your peripheral vision. Stella mostly snuggled, holding her own with sweetness. So basically everyday chaos, and then some.
But it did end in Ruby telling Grampa about her new favorite song. As we were anticipating a Katy Perry tune or Taylor Swift, we got a primary song. He sent his Son. I'm counting it as family home evening. (and it was really sweet listening to her sing it.)
As we were waiving goodbye on the front step, Ruby was examining this week's race car when she just got in the back seat with Grampa. Ya know for a spontaneous middle of the week sleep over. Casually.
Stella was a little sad that she didn't get to have a sleep over with Grampa, but was logical in that she had school the next morning. And I let her watch an extra show on TV. At about 10:30 I got a call from my mom. Ruby was coming home, sleepover's weren't her thing tonight.
The next morning I was taking Stella to school (Because my alarm clocks overslept due to there late night sneagians, we missed the bus.) This conversation happened in the backseat...

Stella: Ruby, why didn't you sleep at Grama's?
Ruby: I just missed you Stella...
Stella: But you also missed out on breakfast at Gramas, think about all the kinds of cereal you could have had... head shaking...
Ruby: Oh I didn't think about breakfast...

Seriously. It's hard not to spend your day laughing at these two.

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You win December

I feel like once I survive the month of December and reality of the vacation settles back in, I get all sorts of sad. I get sad because the busyness of the holidays is over. The social outings are done with, the rushing to and from are gone. And you are back to life. Back to early bed times, early mornings. Back to school and regularly scheduled dinners.
Who am I kidding. I love all those things. I love the routine of things, I just need a few projects to keep myself busy and distracted until the sun shines. I'm working on a few knitting projects that doesn't involve hats, but rather giant, giiiaannnt, knitting needles and yarn I make myself. I've got a few thousand photos to go through from the last year, and a stack of recipes I'm anxious to try. But I'm slow to move on any of those things. I find myself dodging balls being thrown at me, little girls on quiditch brooms zooming past, or my sweet husband picking up all the things that are about to be tossed out again. I am fully engrossed in this life of mine and still trying to recover from one hell of a December.

Gus battled pneumonia from Thanksgiving until... well I'm pretty sure it's still lingering. Shortly after the X-rays and antibiotics, he decided to learn to run. And ran straight towards the only wooden chair around and split his eye open. We survived the 3 stitches like champions if I do say so. And I say "we" because those stitches are really hard on mom's. Somehow I was there holding his head down while Kevin and the nurse held him down elsewhere. Why did I have to be the one he looked at while they stitched him up? I changed positions with the nurse after the first stitch. I was much better down at his feet. After I clipped his stitches out a week later, he got himself a mean case of pink eye that luckily stayed just with him and not the entire family. By the time Christmas came around I was delighted to just have him in one piece, fully functioning.

But before Christmas could grace us, the flooding happened. The girls bedroom started leaking and the roulette game of where it was coming from began. Luckily the dishwasher was the culprit and an easy fix. But oh the smell of wet sheet rock goes really well with Christmas candles and cookies baking. deeeeelicious.
During the week of Christmas and on through New Years we bounced back and forth between my family and Kevin's and the girls to Trevor's. We were busy and then busier, then real freakin busy. But it felt like it all stopped suddenly and just like that holiday's were over.
And I'm real excited about that.

rearranging

It happened last week, we were wandering around World Market waiting for our silly girls to come back home and we found it. This great table. The kind that seeps into your mind and you can't get rid of it, you know what i'm talking about? The tall tale sign that you need to purchase it, when you can't stop thinking about it. Well I kinda wasn't thinking about it, but my tall friend was. A lot. And a few days after that he couldn't stop thinking about it. He needed it, he wanted it, and he got it. For me.
I have a laptop and a wireless printer so a desk and an office is completely unnecessary. That warped folding table I had set up in the spare room was totally sufficient for my sewing machine and a few modge podge projects. Oh but now... Now I have an office, and I can't believe I didn't have one before! I haven't left it since. Seriously. The girls think I got a new job at home, because ya know I'm in my office so much. I'm working of sorts in there, like paying bills and tinkering. I do love tinkering so much especially with the knick knacks of the house. I have sat in this new office of mine reading a book, rocking the baby, playing on the internet and staring. Staring at all the things I can hang on the wall and things to put on the shelf. When I start to tinker in one portion of the house, it starts to bleed into the others and the next thing you know I'm reworking every closet and nook of the house. It's dangerous. And let's be honest I will settle in shortly at reworking this blog. What fun is it to stay the same? So forgive me while I ramble about nothing and rearrange all the parts of my life, it's January and I'm just trying to keep warm.

But aren't they cute?

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Just another day

Last Saturday, we woke up to Ruby on a roll, and we spent the day laughing at her rambles...


(Ruby while in the bathroom)-
"Dad you hear that? You hear that pee now?"

Me: "Ruby you want breakfast?"
"No, I being supermaaaaaan"

"Stella, your hair looks horrible, it's too crazy"


"Mom, you can't buckle me in! I be stuck fooor-eveeer!!"

Stella: "you just want all the cake for yourself" (very indigent sounding)
Ruby:  "Yep. I. DOOOO."

"Guys, I told you three times.  Be quiet."

Stella: "Mom, Dad I love learning about Jesus" (again very indigent sounding)
Ruby: "I love hotdogs"

"HHHEEENNNNNNNNYYYYYYYY"

There is never a dull moment around our house. Never.

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The Wildcard

Everyone always says by the third child you are just surviving. You don't care that the binky fell on the ground or that the kid hasn't had a bath in days. You are fully aware that they will live. Is it bad that I was pretty much that way with Stella, my first? I never even owned a bottle of hand sanitizer until I married Kevin, and he brought it with him. Kids are resilient right? I'm also the mom who is notorious for forgetting the back up set of clothes or the diaper bag in general. Just today I grabbed the bag on the way out the door, but failed to notice that it didn't have wipes or a bottle in it until we were at lunch. Don't worry though, it had an extra SD card and a jump drive.
I wondered, (ok I'm sure everyone else did too), how I would handle the third child. I mean I was already letting Stella and Ruby eat dirt and forgetting things, how was Henry going to survive my easy going parenting style? (Thats what I'm calling it, easy going parenting.  Not a space cadet, forgetful or worry free parenting. Easy going, like I'm this way on purpose.) I'm certain my mother in law was holding her breath at my newborn parenting. She was very relieved when I arrived at her home and Henry had socks AND a onesie underneath his outfit. A little credit, It was December and he is a newborn...
When I was pregnant I decided that I was going to be a little more dialed with this newborn. I was going to have his clothes perfectly folded and organized by size and month and I was going to document his every move, I wasn't going to forget things and mostly I was going to blog his every move and milestone. (fail)

(like how I just threw in a few photos to make up for the hundreds I didn't post?)


Seriously? Seriously? I'm off my rocker when I'm pregnant... None of those things matter, well maybe the photos, because you can never have to many.  But in my planning and dreaming I miscalculated the angry middle child. That's your wildcard. And there isn't anything you can do to prepare yourself for it. You just endure it. You think it's going to be ok the first few weeks, maybe even 6 weeks. They are cute and everything is fresh and new. Then the reality sets in that the baby isn't going anywhere and that darling two year old enters the world of angry middle child, never to leave. So all that time I thought I would use being on top of things is now spent navigating Ruby. Oh Ruby...
It's a good thing she is cute and being on top of things is over rated.  Henry will be just fine if I don't have all the 3 month onesies stacked perfectly and if I don't write down every move he makes. Newborns pretty much do all the same things: eat, sleep and poop. And my other kids are great, I mean they may eat dirt from time to time, but it builds character right? I'm embracing this liasse faire parenting, and enduring Ruby and all of her antics. I'm glad I have Stella who is all about being good and doing things right, it evens out the balance and trust me that is equally exhausting.

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Slayer

My phone is dying a slow painful death. One of those deaths that is dramatic; where I think its going to live forever because it's acting totally normal. But then the next day its on its death bed and I'm preparing to say my goodbyes. So a couple of days ago I was trying to pump life back into it and was deleting text messages when I realized: 

a) There are a lot of pictures of dead things on my phone.

b) My family is so humble.

c) I never delete text messages. Ever. 

d) Group Messaging is such a bad thing for the Tolberts. 

There are 6 different group messages going on with 6 different combinations of family members. There is a thread with the purebloods, the mudbloods, without Deb, just the girls, one with everyone minus Kevin and Heather, and just the siblings. Apparently we are not efficient. Guess what every single thread contained? Pictures of the awesomeness that is Trace hunting AND a remark about Kevin not being there to haul out the dead things. 

I have had a habit of ignoring all the details about the dead things, so they no longer tell me them to me. But they should more often since I'm the one writing about it. I do know that Trace is real strong, a real good shot and now real tired... 

So in light of a yearly review, and needing free space on my iPhone, it appears Trace had a good year. 

These bears came from Canada. And no they are not the same bear, I asked. There are two bears. Isn't my mom so lucky to have 2 bearskin rugs??

 (I don't know why he looks so, lets call it sleepy, in this picture. The bear looks giant.)

This monster came from Wyoming, and as reference is bigger than Lightning. (I judge all deer by the first deer that hung in our home. We named him Lightning. I also don't understand the scoring system and get very confused between deer and elk.) Look how happy he is? That deer must be a big one.

This one came from the hills behind our house. Trace hunted for weeks and Hunter showed up for about 45 minutes and shot it. He's a teenager.

 Then this beauty came from a secret spot somewhere near Oklahoma, or Oregon. I'm not trusted with that kind of information.

You can only imagine how many freezers my parents have. And you should never trust what you are eating in the spaghetti sauce.

Until next year...

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For the record, Trace is in charge of the family Christmas card photo and Deb writes the letter. So I am in charge of the photo and this year I refused to let it be a collage of dead things or a photo of me 6 months pregnant. We compromised with a blog post. You can't win a debate or an argument with that man. 

Oh Hey!

Hey Guys! Remember me? Yeah I write this silly little blog and I sort of forgot about it over the holiday weekend. I know right? Can you believe it? Instead of dabbling on the computer I was like, well hanging out with my family. FANTASTIC right?! It's a good thing I like those people otherwise you would have had pages of mindless blogs to read through.
But I have this newborn here and there are lots of grandparents out there, seriously like nearly two dozen, that are itching to oogle at him. So while I gather my photos together and find all the witty sentences I can muster I leave you with a teaser...

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For Real?

Guys.
This is for real.
Like really.
I'm broadening my ways to spend time at my computer instead of playing tea parties with my 4 year old. (I hate playing tea parties.)
I'm now going to be blogging over at Today's Mama!

They've asked me to write about parenting.
Ha! Right?
I told them I could write about parenting, or the lack thereof.
We all know that I am firm believer in the village it takes to raise my children.
I'll keep blogging here, and I'll let you know when you can catch my latest parenting advice over there.
So go check it out!
Go! Go! Go! Go!

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a walkabout in the trees

Today as I picked up June from school, Ruby and I were waiting on the lawn drinking our drinks, talking about our days. We decided that we needed an adventure; a walkabout have you. We talked about the places we could go and the things we could see. I thought about what was waiting for me at home, just three closets that were half way cleaned out and 8 boxes of little girls clothes that needed sorting. Clearly an adventure with the littles was way more fun than household chores. Those can wait until tomorrow. It didn't take much convincing Stella to go on an adventure with us, but she did request that we get a corn dog on the way home. She was sort of hungry.
We wandered around the back roads, the roads I had forgotten were here in this valley. We spotted yellow leaves, pink leaves, dead leaves and green leaves. We rolled the windows down and let the crisp air whip through our hair. The music was turned up loud and we were singing along.
Then we found a meadow, a secret spot. The light only seem to shine on it and nothing else. And as I watched my girls run around in the ferns and chase the bugs with their new found sticks, I realized this was the reason I quit my job. All summer long I have been waiting for this moment. The moment when we wandered around and relished in the spontaneity of an adventure. I didn't have to miss it because I was in a meeting or working on a project. It wasn't a planned play date or on the schedule. I didn't have to get all my other chores done first. We were there because we could be. Just enjoying the moment.

Part of me has been waiting for this baby to arrive to feel like my presence at home is a requirement, not just a choice. Like my time with the girls was just a sabbatical until he was here. Staying at home isn't just about doing the laundry and cooking dinners, or even snuggling with the girls. It's about those moments in the trees, where the light is shining, the leaves are ten different shades of red and the girls are so happy to be showing me the bugs they found. They will get to remember that we went on a walkabout just because we could.
Motherhood isn't about doing "projects" or coloring, story time or even playdates. Sometimes I let them watch TV all morning long and convince them to jump on the tramp for the afternoon. We eat ramen noodles most days for lunch and rarely do I actually let them help me make cookies. But some days we go on adventures with the windows rolled down, without dads, and we water the rocks because we can and because they have bladders just like mine. To me that is what motherhood is about. Thats the reason we endure pregnancy, child birth and two year olds. So we can have moments in the trees giggling as loud as we can, because why not?

My cup runith over.

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Proud and Exhausted

This week has been one of a funk. The seasons seem to be changing, the leaves are turning, the night air is crisp, football has started and deer hunts have begun. Except the earth is still burning hot here. I do not love the heat and am so ready for it to go away. I am ready for jeans and boots and this baby to be done growing.
That perfect toddler I had last week ran away and left me with a whiny, combustable two year old. One who is darling one second jabbering on about one thing or another and then the next second is laying on the ground crying. For no reason. You should stop by sometime, its super fun around here.

Mostly though, we've been spending our time outside in the cool mornings and evenings watching Stella ride her bike. Last year she figured it out, then got scared and wouldn't do it again. So we put training wheels on the bike and she did it for a while earlier this summer. After a weekend with her dad though, the training wheels came off and she refused to ride it again. I was over trying to teach her, over the fight, over the dramatics it was taking just to get her to straddle the whole thing. But after one more weekend at her dad's and one final melt down she figured it out.

She Rides from Vimeo.

She has never been more proud of herself and neither have I. She arrives at my bedside at 6:30 in the morning with her helmet on waiting for me to go outside and watch her ride her bike.
She is hooked. Even after a skinned up elbow and knee she still is riding it all day long.

Now if we could just get Ms. Red Dress to calm the hek down we would be in business around here.

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The cake

For the last 3 years I have been reminded that this year I am supposed to make a cake. Not just any cake, but a Wasatch High Football cake for my darling little brother. You know, the one that the seniors auction off and raise money for pretty helmets to protect their heads with. The ever so creative, clever, original and delicious cake didn't have any amount of pressure around it. No, none at all. Just 4 years worth.
So Deb and I put our creative hats on and sketched out the grandest of ideas and decided of course we can build this cake! Of course!! We had never built a cake like this before, and really had no idea how to engineer it, but sure why not? Nothing like taking a leap of faith for a cake that needs to be auctioned off in front of a thousand people. We don't do things half way around here.

I spent the last week building a cake.
Every day building some portion of the cake.
All afternoon.
Sleeping with clenched fists hoping that this thing came together.
Thinking, it will be just one more hour then it will be done. Just one more hour.

Tuesday we baked the cakes. The batter tasted good, the cakes tasted good. So we had that going for us, at least the layers tasted good.

Wednesday we made sugar wings and burned the crap out of our hands. They were way to heavy and we spent a good nights sleep trying to figure out how to make them lighter and better.

Thursday we made cake balls. Easy peasy. We dipped them in black candy with yellow stripes. The trick there was to make sure Hunter didn't eat any. Harder than you think.

Then we decided to make the wasp on Friday instead of all day Saturday. This is when things got scary. How do we make a wasp hover above the cake and not fall? We fretted and fretted and stressed all afternoon. We finally decided that we could do it. We had an heir and a spare in case things got sketchy.


Saturday morning we started the final assembling of the whole thing. Thinking, we can be done by noon.  We were delusional, like living in La-La Land delusional.

3 pounds of frosting, 4 pounds of homemade fondant, 1 trip to the grocery store and a lot of squealing later we completed the cake. And it was as good as we imagined it being.

Then we had to make sure Hunter could sell this thing. After all the long hours in the kitchen and fretting over it, I wasn't going to let him tell a thousand people "This is a cake my mom made... ..."
We needed it more along the lines of:
 "This is a 5 layer cake, alternating with home made yellow butter and chocolate fudge layers covered with a homemade butter cream frosting and a homemade fondant. It is surrounded by German Chocolate cake balls drizzled in yellow candy with wasps hovering above the cake. The wasps are a rice crispy covered in fondant and adorned with sugar wings, and completely edible. This cake was made 100% from scratch by my lovely and beautiful mother and sister."
We got somewhere in between the two versions.

But it didn't matter because the cake looked good, and even better it tasted good. Really good.
And it sold.
Trace didn't even have to buy it, which was good because we didn't want to have to see that cake ever again. We left the auction feeling good about ourselves. The cake was the high seller of the evening.
BOO-YAH. 

But for the record we are never building a cake like this again. Never.
GO WASATCH!

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me and the vacuum

I have one of those Dyson ball vacuums. You know the one? It's amazing and I bought it for myself as a "Happy Divorce you can spend money on a vacuum because you can and having a good vacuum makes the chore of vacuuming fun!" ( a little mary poppins like, I know). And I do enjoy vacuuming, or maybe just seeing those vacuum lines.
But then it got clogged, and I couldn't use the hose, which made vacuuming those stairs a total pain. So in a fury of frustration I took to the vacuum with a dowel, hanger and a garbage bag. I took apart the whole thing only to find a skittles candy wrapper was blocking all the good suction power. Me and my pregnant belly used every hanger, knife, dowel, strange metal rod thing, and we got that stupid wrapper out. Now my vacuum is like a dream again.
And when I was done and I was able to vacuum the stairs and the dirty air vents and all those gross things. I was so excited to tell Kevin. I sent him like 3 texts to tell him all about my fight with the vacuum. I was genuinely excited and proud that I had taken apart the vacuum and fixed it. 

You guys. I have transitioned to being a stay at home mom. 

Not only did I get so excited and feel so triumphant over that skittles wrapper, I text my husband and expected him to be as excited about it. And now I am blogging about it.

Sad. This is so sad.

But seriously, my vacuum works again! (and this might be the worst blog post I have ever written. sorry dad.)

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just a ramble

We've had one of those busy summers, (is there a summer where its not busy?) and my days have been consumed with a slight tendency to nest. So much so that when Kevin leaves in the morning he wakes me up and says "Please, please don't over do it today." I think we are having a communication error one what exactly constitutes "over doing it". But regardless when I crawl into bed at night its followed with a heavy sigh and all the dramatics. Seriously this kid I'm growing feels huge and he's sitting in all the wrong ways. All the ways that cause sighs and dramatic pauses. I stood up after dinner the other night and my entire leg gave way. Graceful. So graceful.
Apparently we are having a sciatic situation. Regardless he is growing, and ahead of schedule according to my doctor. Kevin assures me that baby boy won't be bigger than he was. I assure Kevin that he needs to be much much smaller than he was, 13 pounds isn't going to work for me. Seriously. Not. Going. To. Work. For. Me.
In all my baby growing days we are really just spending time with the girls. I've moved them downstairs in the basement together and it's been an adjustment. But I've had the most fun decorating their room, and every day I've dream up some new project that will be perfect down there. Kevin had no idea I was so crafty. I've just never had so much time to expose my inner craftiness. And I guess that's what stay at home mom's do.

Anyway, here's what my iphone say's we've been doing...

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Recovery.

At this very moment I'm fighting with the children. Yes, fighting, like Ruby is screaming "ARGH-AHHH-ARGH-AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" at me and I am screaming "ARGH-AHHH-ARGH-AHHHHHHHHHH!!!" back at her. It's a very peaceful calm household these days. You should come over and watch, I'm sure it's rather comical.
They are coming down from the highest of highs over the last few weeks and this week has been scheduled as a reality check for both of them. We went to Bondurant for a week, then they came home for a 15 hours,  then went to Denver for 8 days with their Dad, then they came home for 12 hours and we went back to Bondurant to pick up the car, then we came home 24 hours later and spent 18 hours home and then went camping for the weekend. Yes. It's the 23rd of July and they have spent 3 days in their beds. Who decided that was a good idea? Never again.
They are supposedly taking naps right now and I'm going to embrace the calm before they wake up and we are fighting again about talking back and picking up toys and all my stored up patience is gone.
There will be a few major posts scheduled this week, like how I sewed succesfully and went camping. Yes, I sewed not 1, but 2 duvet covers for my daughters that I am fighting with; AND I went camping.  Camping in a tent for 2 days. Big things you guys, big things!
Until then I am going to fall asleep on the couch and dream about the day that J.Crew makes maternity clothes..
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Forcing the nesting

I interrupt my thrilling blog posts of vacationing to welcome myself back to real life. We came home from the barn a day after everyone because our car broke down. yep. it broke. like real deal they are replacing the entire engine with a new one kind of broke. bummer right? It broke on Thursday of our vacation and we had to rent a car to get us a home. The broken car will maybe be fixed next week. maybe. But on a sadder note, (sadder than our 18 month old car having to have the entire engine replaced because it just died while in the middle of our all American vacation? yes sadder than that, and yes I'm allowed to be dramatic.) The girls are leaving today to visit their grandparents in Denver. For a week. Last summer when they went for a week, it was sad, but OK because I, ya know, went to an office. Now "my work" is leaving me for a week and I have been really liking those little girls lately. I'm not sure what I am going to do with all of my time by myself. I am predicting that after day three I will be bored. So I've armed myself with projects and am forcing the nesting hormone to kick in.

I'm going to sew.

Yep. I ordered the fabric online a couple of weeks ago, (I am still terrified of fabric stores) and have all my plans to move the girls into the basement bedroom together while they are gone. I'm going to make fabric headboards and SEW new duvet covers for them. The headboards don't scare me at all, plywood and a staple gun? easy peasy. Sewing 4 straight lines? Scares the crap out of me. Like seriously. So I'm going to ease into it by, well, procrastinating those 4 straight lines as much as possible and probably get them finished 2 hours before they come home. And by finished I mean my mother will most likely rip them apart and quickly redo them while I'm in the corner breathing into a brown paper sack.

Until then I will be longing for my girls and hoping they are having the best time!

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A ramble from my subconscious.

Guys. That husband of mine is such a keeper. I was thinking in my sleep as we were driving home last night, (what you guys don't compile blog posts in your subconscious? I also plan dinner there as well. you should try it sometime)
I was thinking about the day I got to spend with him and how pretty much he's perfect. He helped me out in so many ways, without a fuss, without a sigh or a snarky comment. He just was there. He was there in ways like this...
- he ran to the store to get me dental floss at 8am. Because you can't cut cinnamon rolls with floss swords. (And I hate running to the store mid baking project.)
- he bathed the girls, and left the bathroom drenched. I mean really drenched
- he took me to rumbi because he knew I needed to eat something and I didn't want to eat, I wanted to see baby Waycee. (i'm so glad that he made me eat, the next opportunity would have been 4 hours later and I would have been a freaking wreck.)
- he let me hold baby Waycee the entire time we saw her.
- he held my hand and asked all the important questions at our ultrasound so that I could just sit and watch our baby boy wiggle and wave.
- he reminded me that I shouldn't eat sushi but I could have fish at Market Street. (I love Market Street)
- he then was excited to go eat, spontaneously, with my parents downtown on our hot Friday night date. (at Market Street :) )
- he endured shopping for maternity jeans, and said all the right things about how tiny I am and he thinks I'm beautiful even though I'm convinced that I can't see my toes already.
- he saw moonrise kingdom with all the hipsters, and let me go to the later showing because it was sold out earlier. (GO SEE MOONRISE KINGDOM. Best movie ever)
- then he drove me home and let me fall asleep in the car immediately.
Did I mention he did all of these things without me even having to ask him?
I'm not exactly sure how I got so lucky, but he's is a dream and I'm not even sharing him, he's all mine.

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