And God said...

...let there be sound. I consider any surgery that doesn't involve testicles a walk in the park. And this was pretty much like a Sunday afternoon stroll compared to last time.

No son, you can't have any soy milk...

However, you can have a Doctor cut open your ears, suck out all the puss, and shove plastic pieces into them. How does that sound?

Here's Andy trying to convince him that reading books is so much better than eating or drinking. Notice he is dressed for surgery success in his very own set of scrubs made by none other than my cooler-than-your-Grandma, Ahmo.
And two hours later Bode hears things:
"What was that?""I didn't know birds made noises!"
Maybe he will call me something besides Poo poo now...I'm not holding my breath.

A Simple, Uncomplicated Monday

3:00 head to dance with two little ballerinas and a bed-headed, paci lovin' boy in tow. Stop at Sonic for our daily fix, listen to the ballerinas talk and giggle about toots. Try to bite my tongue.

4:00 head to Wal-Mart all for one crucial ingredient for my latest cooking adventure. Marvel at how a simple trip to Wal-Mart can miraculously become an adventure for two ballerinas and their little boy sidekick.

4:50 make it home to start on dinner. The ballerinas head for the girly bedroom, the sidekick heads straight for my hip where he will stay for the remainder of the dinner preparation.

5:30 present my beautiful creation to the family (plus Raegan). Watch in horror as they react to their wonderful dinner as if I were trying to poison them with arsenic.

6:00 resign to the fact that despite my best efforts I will never be June Cleaver. Secretly feel relieved.

6:05 Erick and Greyson come in through the garage and join the mix. Erick claims he likes my dinner. Silently thank God for friends that know when to be slightly dishonest.

6:15 Erick, Andy, and I sit at the table talking about Erick's latest thrift store find while the kids roam around the house making messes. Let Ringo in to join the mix. Find some sort of validation in the fact that at least he will eat my dinner. 6:30 The adults collectively decide it is time for Bode's first haircut. Erick wins the honor of administering the cut with a pair of fabric scissors. I feed the Bodester peppermints and Andy takes the obligatory first haircut pictures. 7:00 Turn on Barney and get the ballerinas and the boys settled in with their snacks.
7:45 Erick rounds his kids up and heads out through the garage. Andy and I start the bedtime routine.

8:30 I settle into my bed with my last Beth Moore study for the week. Mia sneaks into my room and asks if she can snuggle for just 5 minutes. I can't resist. I shut the workbook and snuggle with my baby girl and think to myself, "This is what heaven must be like."

PaciBode

I think I have made it perfectly clear that I don't really have a clue what I am doing. So here goes, I need your advice. When do we nix the paci? What worked for your child? I am really hoping the consesus is by kindergarten because right now, that is the plan.

This is what Barney does to my kids. I am going to repent right now for ever wanting to punch my fist through the TV and personally strangle that purple dinosaur.

Oh, and sometime while I was plotting the death of Barney, this kid turned 18 months:

Hi ho, hi ho it's to the ENT we go.
Bode + ENT visit this afternoon =tubes next Thursday
Bode + tubes next Thursday better equal sleep, sleep, and then some more sleep (for me, of course)

Aubrie + Andy does not equal Bode (thank goodness, that would be creepy) but doesn't he look just like them?

I'm setting the bar higher than usual for a Monday

Goal for today: to go to the bathroom at least once in privacy. So far 0 for 2. Wish me luck....

Daddy's at it again...

This is what Mia woke up to this morning:

And this is what I woke up to (literally, it was hanging from the ceiling down to my face): Bode is very fascinated with my own personal mobile:Notice the Starbucks drink directly on top of my Domino - perfection:

Sonshine School festivities:

And to think I have traditionally baulked at the idea of this contrived and made-up holiday (remember last year). Well, I fell for it this year hook, line, and sinker (or is it sink her, whatever, you get the point).

Hello Lover

Meet the newest addition to the family: I have affectionately named him Walter (I kind of wanted to name Bode that and Andy adamantly refused). He and I are getting along very well. Like, I think this is love. I wasn't even mildly annoyed when I came home last night and realized that Andy was re-washing the load of dishes I had JUST washed. Walter just gave me that knowing smile. He knows all about those human husband people who would never think to open up the machine and actually look to see if the dishes were clean but have an overwhelming desire to just push shiny buttons. Walter gets it. He just purred along and then threw in a sanitizing rinse for good measure.

Clean dishes = Happy Momma. It's that simple.

You know me and my affection for owls....http://lilmunchkindoodle.blogspot.com/

Child proof caps aren't what they used to be...

I realize this isn't what any normal person would expect to see when they go to take their medication, however this is just par for the coarse around here. Unfortunately, I am still not sure where my last pill is. Hopefully the dog ate it.
It did take me a while to figure out how this happened until I remembered this little incident....

And it all became perfectly clear...

Trucks and books together in love. Nothing makes this kid happier.

This is almost more than I can take

I am way too hormonal for this right now (but not nearly as hormonal as I'm sure I was when this picture was taken. I miss that baby but I sure don't miss that Mama. Can I get an Amen?).... What a difference a year makes....

Here she comes to save the day...

Bringing dental care to the masses.

So maybe I let my kid take a 2 hour nap in the garage and maybe I didn't. I'll never tell...


Check out Andrea's cool giveaway this week. This is a church bag essential!

Lard Balls

Mia and I tackled the cake balls yesterday. These babies are packed full of ingredients like trans and saturated fats, not that I really know anything or care about the words "trans" and "saturated." However, what's better then tearing up a freshly baked cake with your bare hands? I say nothing.

Who knew there were so many uses for a tongue depressor.

They weren't exactly beautiful, but very, very edible:

Meanwhile back in the hood, our little gangster thug was destroying yet another piece of property.