Spare Time

Date: Aug 15, 2008

So in my spare time, of which I have so much I don't know what to do with and I'm going crazy from the boredom of taking care of our own to boys, two other boys, the laundry, the dogs, the pool, the floors, the toys and numerous other things, I take pictures of Humming Birds in my front yard. I sit out there when I've hours to do nothing in the afternoon and watch. Yesterday I saw a Humming bird drink nectar from one of my impatiens. (Yes, the same kind of flower that gets mashed by alcohol- laden feet) Then he flew over to the sparkly things on my 4th of July wreath (yes, I know it's August) which was not 4 ft in front of me! That got me thinkin. I could stir up some nectar and clean out my feeder and have a ton of these birds to watch! Wyatt would LOVE it! So that's what I did. I made some nectar, added red food coloring to be more attractive to the little hummers and WA-LAH! I was sitting out there an hour or so later and two different birds came to drink. And if you're wondering how I know it was two different ones, size does matter. I've actually had 3 come to feed. Two adults and one very small bird. Today I walked out the door and the small one was drinking. I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera, sitting under the feeder to get a picture. It only took 15 minutes before this little one came back

While I was waiting a worm slid across my toe and scared the crap outta me! It was only a worm but it wasn't in the right place or at the right time. The picture sucks but I don't have time or the concentration to fix it. There's a kid in the room whining but his mom would NOT be happy with me if I got him out of bed now.

Vignettes and Lack Of Sleep

Date: Jul 28, 2008

You really get used to the lack of sleep. I feel like I handle the day pretty good even without an 8 hour uninterrupted sleep. I could lay down for a nap b/c JD is still sleeping most of the day but I tried taking naps when he was 2 weeks old and I found myself up real late those nights not being able to sleep. The weird thing is, if it's a nap on sat. or sun. then I go to sleep alright anyway. Maybe all this lack of sleep has propelled me into this new post. I don't know. But I do know I love my house and I love all the things we've done to make it our home. I know, it sounds weird about a stupid old sink faucet but my kitchen is where all my pet peeves begin and end. Well, maybe I have others. I like to think I don't. I was proud of myself that I left an empty t.p. roll on the bathroom countertop-just because I wasn't the one that finished it off and I can handle things not being in their place. That's right. I can bend. I can push the envelope. A little. Okay, back to the topic. I love a spotless and clean kitchen. Usually spotless comes with clean right? HA! You think so but not in my house! Keep readin'.
I'm in love with something new in my house. My new sink faucet!! I love things that are s'posed to be shiny and new to look shiny and new.
Vignette 1 and 2


And I also love things that are s'posed to look old and worn to look old and worn. That's why I decorate with things of both kinds. Cuz I'm that kinda girl, ya know. You gotta mix it up.
Vignette 3


Vignette 4

Man, talk about perfectly centered. I don't think I could've done worse! Did you notice the water from the dogs that dripped behind the pulley? That's acutally just the tail end of it. Tail end! Dogs! HA! Get it? ( I know, it's the lack of sleep. Excuse me. But at least I'm not all pissy and have no patience.)
Okay, I had to stop and nurse JD and help him move poop through his pipes, then obviously change his diaper.
Anyway, I love what I have and who I have and the hard work and long hours my man has put in in order to provide for us. (I don't love the fact that he HAS to work that hard and for so long, just the fact that he does) And for his patience. He put a second coat of paint on the house in the 101 degree heat yesterday. As he was trying to nap between Wyatt eating and yelling down to him about every 2 seconds, "Dadda?....Dadda?....Dadda!....Dadda!" and JD fussing because of the gas issue I had to come downstairs and wake him up with this phrase: "Babe...babe...the 'fridgerator door just fell off the hinges." He got up and fixed it. Nothin' doin'. Had it fixed in 15 mintues, and meanwhile Wyatt yelling things like "dadda", "uh oh" and "oots" (translated: oops).


Now for a vignette that jolts me back into the real world besides the crib that's gotta be bustin a hole in the wall because Wyatt is up and wants out:

Vignette 5

Just keepin' it real y'all! Sorry!

Hangin In There

Date: Jul 12, 2008

Okay, it's going a little better. I have decided that it probably wouldn't go well if I start a fight concerning the comments and insinuations she makes regarding my husband. I hate it. Next year she is NOT coming out 6 weeks. It will be 3 at the most. It's too much to deal with. I know her and I know my husband and it's hard to be in between like the buffer. Eric doesn't make me feel that way at all. I just want to be the buffer. She says things that need not be heard by anyone. It just doesn't work. I feel bad for her ONLY because I can't imagine how hard it would be not to see your grandbabies. 6 weeks is just too long. She comes out more than one time a year so it's not like she only sees them just the one time for 6 weeks.
Yes, it's going a little better. She's not stiff anymore. She's actually talking to me and not at me. She doesn't make comments loud enough to Wyatt or the dogs hoping I will hear. She was actually very relaxed last night when Eric got home. She didn't go and hide but she didn't show her ass at anytime. She sounded genuine and fun. I love it when she's like that! So is all this because we make her nervous? Is it still because I moved away from her? Does she still need the apron strings? Is she insecure with her beliefs or thoughts? I know she wants to accept me and my husband and our life but what is it that keeps her from it? Maybe it's because she married someone like my dad and she doesn't believe that men can be and are very different than my dad. She has blinnders on, that's for sure. She sees the glass half full where men are concerned. The funny thing about all this is: She's either going to get over it or it's going to be a VERY VERY LONG rest of her life watching me and my family grow, have fun and drink LOTS and LOTS of beer! She'll be so confused the rest of her life and we'll be laughing and enjoying ours!
Here's some pictures of yesterday 'in da pool, in da wa-yee' with Wyatt:
He kept wanting me to hold his face when he heard a plane. He would yell "plane, plane" and come to me and grab my hand and put it on his face and say "face, hand".




Jarrett hung out on the deck mosquito and worry free





Forgive me son. You'll hate me later, I know.