Sara

Well. she's officially mobile. She can crawl faster than the rest of us can walk. She is pulling herself up to standing and cruises around the room holding on to things. I'm sure in a couple of weeks she will let the last of her fear go and begin standing on her own and not too much after that begin walking. How time flies. She's only ten months and miles ahead of the other three at this age. What ever am I going to do? For those of you that believe in "babyproofing" let me just say, THERE"S NO SUCH THING!!!I have tried every form and fashion and nothing has ever kept my children from getting to womething they really want. Plug covers I have to pry out with a knife slide out for them like they were greased with butter. Cabinet locks. My children quickly learned if you pull hard enough it will open. Crayons and markers. They somehow get to them even when under lock and key. I think this time I will just forget all of that and try to stay one step ahead of her. I just keep reminding myself that all of these traits that annoy me now are going to be wonderful assets when they are out in the world. So here's to Sara running around the house, and me, in about a month. (That's before her 1st birthday people). Mommy needs a margarita.

The Affair Worsens

My darling husband can now play WOW for 48 hrs. straight on a weekend.
Pathetic I know. But we're making it work. I now have a wireless connection so I can use my laptop in the living room. For Facebook, of course. I just can't seem to bring myself to take it away from him since it seems to be making him a happier person. He's not as frustrated at work, he's in a better mood when we do things together, and he doesn't hassle me at all any more when I "spend money." I'm sure it's because of the guilt he feels for only leaving the computer to use the bathroom every 6 hrs. on weekends, but hey, who am I to complain. I'm sure it won't last forever, but at least I can let him enjoy it now.

Facebook

Yes. I am addicted. Yoville. Pet Society. Lil' Green Patch. Lil' Blue Cove. Willy's Sweet Shop. Pathwords. And so many more. I am constantly heard sayin, "In a minute sweetie, mommy's on Facebook." It's so much fun and I get to keep in touch with people I haven't seen or talked to in forever. Some of them I know better now than I did when we saw each other everyday because we're not "playing nice." Everyone vents their frustrations, says what they wouldn't say if you were standing face to face with each other. You get to know the "real" side of them. Who they are when they're free from the constraints of trying to be what everyone else wants them to be. If they have a bad day or the greatest day ever they can state it and everyone encourages, supports, or comforts them. I find it fascinating. You can instantly chat with someone half way around the world while playing a game and eating your lunch. It's the height of multitasking. If you're not on Facebook yet then I pity you. You have no idea what you're missing. So go join now and add me to your friend list. Then you can be addicted just like me.

The Affair

My husband is cheating on me!

With a video game!

6 hours playing World of Warcraft?!?!?!?!?!

The man is obssessed!

Does anyone know if they have a support group for this?

The Joys of Christmas

1. One of the greatest things about my family getting together is that their Uncle Matthew gets to irritate them. Usually to the point that they cry and ask if we can go home. One day I'm sure they'll look back and laugh and say he's their favorite uncle. Or not.

2. With Steve's family it's just a barrel of laughs. And screams, hair pulling, fights over who gets the pink pony with butterflies on its butt, and whether or not they're going to watch Barbie's Christmas Carol or Barbie's Nutcracker. After we had Sara my sister-in-law refuses to have any more children. I can't imagine why.

3. I finally got our Christmas card picture. If you're wondering where yours is it's still at Wal-Mart waiting for me to pick it up and mail it. Hey, at least it's a picture card. When you do finally get yours you can always just lop off the Merry Christmas part and put it in a frame. I figure with the red outfits I'm good as long as I mail it before Valentines Day. What you don't see in this picture is the fact that it took about ten tries to get it. Sara was fascinated with Madison's bow and kept trying to grab it. I'm just glad they're all smiling. About 2 minutes after I took this they decided they had enough and rebelled. No. You will not be seeing those pictures due to their graphic nature. Well, Merry Christmas! I hope next year is way better than this one was!

Our Tree

Okay. So I really wanted to post a picture of a perfectly decorated tree that would make evryone oooh and aaah. This is what you get instead. A lopsided tree with most of the decorations clumped together in one spot. The reason for this, as you might have already guessed is..........Madison. My three year old daughter that I think may have inherited some sort of mutated monkey gene. The tree started off so well. I just didn't manage to get a picture of it that way. Within twenty-four hours of getting the tree just like I wanted it Madison had already climbed it and removed several of our favorite ornaments. So far the casualties have been limited, but still heartbreaking. Our beloved purple pixy ornament has lost her legs, Santa lost a leg off of his chair and his golf cart was dismantled, and one of the angels lost a wing. Needless to say this only proves my point when I explain to people why there are no wrapped presents under our tree until after the kids go to bed on Christmas Eve. I just keep telling myself she can't be three forever. (Can she?)

Santa, We Need To Talk

So, all of you that know me know that I do not do pets. The girls would give their right arm for one. Dog, cat, bird, fish, sea monkey, they're not picky. I guess I must have been deprived of the "love pets" gene. Don't blame me I got it from my mom. I don't even like fish. (I know, you're in shock. Everyone likes fish.) I mean don't get me wrong, I like all animals, as long as they're in the wild or belong to someone else. But, somehow,we now have a cat. It showed up on our doorstep the other night and just won't leave. After the millionth pitiful meow I finally gave in. I bought it a cute kitty bowl and some cheap cat food and made Lauren the caretaker. They have unanimously named it Chocolate Chip. So for all of you that don't believe that there's a Santa, all I have to say is,"My kids got a cat for Christmas. So there." And, by the way, that jolly old fat man I are gonna have a long talk about what he can bring me next year to make up for this.