More Stencils...

Yes, more. We are having fun.

She's going to a baseball game for her birthday and wanted a shirt.

Note the awesome cape.

"Superman doesn't paint"

Machete

I haven't taken much time to blog lately. Maybe it's the preoccupation of waiting on a baby. Maybe it's the crazy wrapping-up-the-work-stuff-before-maternity-leave and starting-a-mothers-day-out-from-scratch thing. Either way, here is something I've been doing, at home at least.

For one reason or another, my husband has earned the nickname "Machete" at work and I've been on this freezer paper stencil kick lately. I don't normally do crafts but I guess the nesting has kicked in and I had been wanting to do some things with the girls before my life is all-consumed with infant care. He's been bragging that I was going to make him a t-shirt with his nickname. I guess he was thinking plain old frumpty t-shirt but I'm a bit of a shirt snob to do that. He was so surprised when he came home and saw it! I thought this turned out nice - don't ya think??

Toodaloo!

Whatever happened to...

Ever wonder what happened to this?

Okay, I will be fair. We got a few strawberries, about 3 small tomatoes and a jalapeno. But then they burnt to a crisp because it's hot. Oh well, maybe next year. ;-)

A Few Chuckles.

No children, that's not the morning sun coming through your window. That's the late evening sun of June at 7:42 - time to lay down. I had a few funny quotable moments I thought I would share from today and yesterday.

Recently my wife tells me, "You watch the other one in the bathtub and make sure he doesn't drown. The last thing I need is to go to jail after a day like today."

Yesterday my wife was telling about her new Mother's Day Out program she's thinking about doing. We were talking about why moms need time off and in the middle of the conversation it came to me that even prisoners get rec time - and I said it out loud.

And one more thing, how many of you women out there think Batman can FLY? Good grief, even I know not to voice my deep yearning questions about superwoman powers, like walking on high heels or getting ketchup stains out of white shirts. Oh and Batman doesn't SAY anything, he's the strong and silent type. ;-)

Therapy

(a view from Lucy's spot)

When I joined a MOPS group last year, I really thought it would give me a chance to meet other moms not involved in my church and also give us something to do and be a little fluffy on Fridays. We were in the middle of moving and The Other One was not talking much so I had my hands full with frustration. The idea of trying to fight the insurance to find a speech therapist and go through all the trouble of phone calls and doctors referrals made me want to scream. A friend whom I attended MOPS with mentioned there is someone who is involved in the group who used to work for a speech therapy company. I finally got her number and made the call. She put me through to the right person. They told me that the company has a brand new therapist who just moved here and is looking to work in my area with younger kids (later I found out that it is an incredibly under-served area for speech therapy). Once I had my paperwork submitted, the company did it all! They called my doctor for a referral, they pushed my paperwork through the insurance, they made all the calls. My only chores were to take The Other One for a hearing test which was actually quite fun for us and open the door and sit with the therapist when she came to visit. Miss Lucy was wonderful from the very beginning. She brought his favorite toys (motorcycles and trucks) and quickly learned that to get him to respond, she needed things that crash and bang. He loved every minute. She was in my house sometimes up to 6 times a week, she saw us through sickness, messes, holidays, waking up late in jammies (oops), she saw us on our best days and on our hardest days. She told me she prays for her kids often. I believe it. Miss Lucy and The Other One had a special bond. But Miss Lucy had to move. Many tears were shed on my behalf (and she told me on hers, too). Miss Lucy was not just a speech language pathologist. She was a dear friend to me for the past year. I am very thankful that the Lord saw fit to have her for this one year, knowing full well that it was the year we needed her. They did not replace Lucy, though even if they had, we didn't need her anymore because she helped us so much! I don't blame them for not replacing her, nothing could've measured up -in our eyes.

(The Other One and his Miss Lucy)

Parenting - input wanted

Moms: I've been pondering different types of parenting of newborns. If you are an attachment parent, baby wearer, co-sleeper (or any other type of parent), tell me what you do and the reason you do it. No judgements here, I promise. :-) I love to see your comments!!

Side note - Look how big my 'babies' are getting.

A Staycation

We had a big storm a few weeks ago that knocked out our power and made our neighborhood nearly unlivable. We decided to go against my cheapskate tendencies and we took the little kids to a hotel (the biggest one was at a friend's house). It had a pool and hot tub inside, an indoor play place and lots of cable tv. It was a super duper treat for us!

Daddy delivered pizza to us. We ate it all over the hotel room!Ahhhh. The life.
He wore himself out swimming and is snuggled into fresh sheets. So sweet!

Daddy went to get milk and cookies which we ate in bed. We had 2 double beds in the room but, of course we woke up with 4 people in our bed. ;-)

We came home to lots of this. Chainsaws for days and so many trees lost. Our grass and my rose bush are getting more sun these days though....

Ta-Ta!