A Tasty Morsel

So you are not bombarded by boobage upon entering the blog.

Oh that hair. What do to? The child refuses to wear a bow/pony, and mommy refuses to cut the bangs. A conundrum I tell you.

 

Oh I Wish I Was an Oscar Meyer Weaner

Let's discuss the pros and cons of no-longer-nursing, since I am in the throes of weaning and all. We can leave out all the pros of nursing. Those are a given.

Pro's of No-Longer-Nursing

-My body is 100% mine

-Hard Drugs

-No more excuses for getting up at 4 in the morning

-Bovine references be gone

-Braless by night, shapely padded bra by day

-Bites and bruises in the most tender of areas avoided

Con's of No-Longer-Nursing

-Boobies are MIA

-Fasting (Don't judge me)

-Sneaking out of boring meetings is no longer excusable

Weighing the pros and cons, it's definitely time to stop. Sorry Tess. Hope you enjoyed your morning sucky suck. That was your last. Good thing you are loving milk. Real milk. From a cow. As in, a real cow. That moos.

It was fun while it lasted. But all good things must come to end. Our booby fun ends here.

xx

Mother's Day Wrap-Up

All I ever really want for Mother's day is the day off. And presents. But mostly the day off.

So imagine my dismay after getting up with Tessa every hour Saturday night. Then finally bringing her into my bed at 6:30 so that Allen could take her. Except he kept sleeping. Before I could throw my pillow at him, Tess had fallen fast asleep, nuzzled into my neck. Instead of kicking Allen's butt out of bed, I soaked in my baby. Kissed her scented soft baby hair, breathed her sweet baby breath, cuddled with her soft baby skin. Then Ryder excitedly popped into the bedroom, whispering to Allen to wake up so they could "make mommy her special breakfast." Snuggled and warm I fell asleep to the sounds of sweet clamor in the kitchen.

That is what Mother's day is all about. Relishing my children. Every last ounce of them. Getting the day off is great because it is restful, and satisfying to see Allen do my job, but it is also the perfect opportunity to sit back and watch the wonderment of my children. To watch them love me. To fully appreciate every aspect of these little beings.

Needless to say, my morning turned out perfect. I was awoken to scrumptious waffles and showered with sweet cards and gifts: Resistance bands from Linley, a yoga ball from Ryder (surely daddy wasn't hinting at anything), delicious shampoo, conditioner and body wash from Allen. Oh, and the stick vac I have been begging for.

Side Note: I have a serious obsession with vacuums. I love my Dyson for the big jobs, but I vacuum every surface of my house once a day, and the high traffic areas at least twice. It's a genetic disorder. Regardless, daily lugging that heavy Dyson up four levels of house is not feasible. So I was using my Electrolux Pronto for a long time. But I sucked the life out of that puppy and wanted an upgrade. Allen told me the Hoover was ridiculous because I could by 2 more Prontos for that price. I told him he couldn't put a price on my happiness. Still, it had been months and there had been no resolution.

When I got out of the shower, there was a beautiful box waiting for me on my bed. I screamed and giggled. Some girls like diamonds. I like things that suck.

Church was wonderful. The men took over Primary and the Relief Society fed us. That would be the definition of Sunday perfected.

Dinner was fabulous. Went to a friends house where the boys cooked for us girls. Delicious

Such a perfect day. So how do I go about getting mother's day to last a week?

Numminess

There is zero purpose for this post.

She has been pretty grumpy these past few days. Teeth? Virus? Crazy? Your guess is as good as mine.

She is crawling on all fours. That is a post-worthy feat.

She does look too cute to spend most of her day and night whimpering, snotting, and refusing food.

See. Slimy and sick. I wasn't lying. And I do realize her hair is ridiculous. I thought I would do her a favor and get her hair out of her face since she wasn't feeling well. And I also realize that thought is more ridiculous than her hair.

Studly at Six

Ryder turned six April 29th. That was a really busy day, so we elected to delay the celebration until Saturday. I wonder how much longer I can get away with this.

This was the year for a family party. Hallelujah. Ryder chose Chuck E. Cheese. Chuck E. Cheese will no longer be presented as option for a birthday celebration location.

Ryder's birthday was made exceptionally special by a surprise guest. He woke up Saturday unexpectedly greeted by his Grandpa Wallace. The kid could not stop grinning. Linley kept asking "What are you doing here?" Who doesn't love a surprise?

Look in the mirror...you can see proof of Grandpa's existence. That's all I got. Whoops.

Happy Birthday my handsome little six year old. You are the best little boy and big brother a person could ask for. I just wish I had made you wear matching clothes for this momentous occasion.

Mr. T-Ball

Ryder started T-ball a couple weeks ago. He is a pretty good hitter, a really good thrower, and a less than mediocre catcher. There has to be room for improvement somewhere.

His first game he took a line drive to the gut. There goes keeping his eyes open when a ball comes his way.

This little dude makes the funniest faces when he is intense. What a stud.