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Sunday Afternoon

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When we got home from church this afternoon, I took the kids into the back yard to snap a few pics of their color-coordinated outfits. Aunt Sleigh gave this jumper set to Tater for Christmas. Little Man's boots came from Grandma. How cute! Baby B wasn't feelin ' the photo shoot. "It's alright, my little sister." Put a plug in it. A relative calm... is replaced by more screaming and an end to the photo session. ************** Later this afternoon... Little Man "did time" for cutting his hair. He seemed remorseful. Maybe he just didn't want to be in time out. That haircut was less than a week old.

Merry Christmas to all!

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Little Man loves that baby. Tater is singing, "Its all right, my baby sister." It sure was tough to get them out of the snow globe. :) Baby B at four weeks old. We all love that sweet baby! Wow! Everyone is looking in the same direction and standing still, at least for a few seconds.

Could it be pride?

Yardboy and I suffer from CHAOS Syndrome (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome). Our home is usually too messy for us to feel comfortable having anyone but close family and very close friends over. I'm sure We've lost friends due to our unwillingness to invite them into our home. So often, it is just too embarrassing. We allowed my parents and brother to help clean our home when things were really tough (new babies, illnesses, broken legs). Other than those times, we just attempt to clean and organize by ourselves. Yardboy and I both inherited the pack rat gene from our mothers, so we don't usually have great success. Over the years, a few friends and family have offered to help me clean and declutter. I have always declined the offers. I didn't want to trouble them. I really thought it was a good thing that I wouldn't let people help with my mess. I thought it would be selfish to ask someone else to deal with my problem. Now I realize just how dumb that sounds. I

Today

We went to visit family over Thanksgiving and they were a huge help with the kids. Now we are back home trying to do it all by ourselves. Last night Baby B cried for three hours, then slept for four hours straight. I didn't get four hours of sleep. I don't know how many times I woke up to make sure she was still breathing. Yep, she still breathes funny. Little Man had an axillary temperature of 103.5 degrees last night. I don't know how many times I woke up to care for him (Tylenol, Motrin, tepid bath). Today Tater is at school and Yardboy is at work. The house is a massive mess! Baby B and I smell like sour milk because she has been puking constantly today. Little Man is supposed to be napping, but isn't. I think he is afraid of what I might do if he asks to get out of bed again. I can hear him talking and banging the headboard. Christmas is three weeks away, and we haven't even begun to shop, or decorate, or plan or... The fall decorations are still on the front p