Sunday, December 28

Sunday Afternoon

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.

Tuesday, December 23

Merry Christmas to all!

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.

Monday, December 8

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'm not being thoughtful. I am trying to protect myself from embarrassment. How prideful!

I was totally overwhelmed when I wrote the previous entry. I felt like my mess was closing in on me. Shortly after I posted it, I received an email from Crickey. She offered to help me clean and declutter. She has offered to help me many times before, but I never allowed it. This time I agreed because I was at the end of my rope. I guess this is an example of God's perfect timing.

Crickey drove over 60 miles to get to my house Saturday morning. She had a free day and could have been scrapbooking, but she chose to help me dig through my junk.

When she arrived, the dinning room was not usable. It had been that way for at least six months. It was clean and clutter-free by lunchtime, so we ate at the dinning room table! After lunch, we tackled Tater and Little Man's room. I got rid of so many old toys! She even cleaned the kids' bathroom while I nursed the baby. Yep. Can you believe I let her scrub the toilet? I should have taken before and after pictures. The difference is amazing!

Along the way, Crickey gave organizing suggestions. She had some really good ideas that we are trying to implement.

My mom also drove over 60 miles to pick up Tater and Little Man. They stayed at her house overnight and had a great time. Crickey and I could not have done all that we did if the kids had been around.

If someone happens to ring my doorbell this evening, they would still find a messy house. However, I know that it is a work in progress. It will get better because I am beginning to swallow my pride, or rather, relinquish my pride to God and accept the help He has provided.

Note to Crickey: Thank you so much for continuing to offer help even though I declined so many times. Also, I don't expect you to help me with my entire house. That would be selfish of me. I'm hoping that a little of your clean and neat gene can be transferred to us and our home.

Monday, December 1


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 porch.

I have to pick up Tater in one hour, so I need to change out of my smelly pajamas now.

UPDATE: One week later.

Little Man had a fever for 6 days but is much better now.

I finished all of the Christmas shopping for the kids this morning.

Crickey helped us clean and organize on Saturday. Mom kept the kids while Crickey was here. Hooray for Crickey and Mom!

Reflux medication is helping Baby B spit up less frequently. She seems so much more comfortable. She is sleeping better, so I am sleeping better.