Lame-o Blame-o

I have been a pretty crappy blogger as of late. I wait in anticipation for other's updates on google reader, thinking this is hypocritical, where are mine? I have none, my brain is mute. I have mental break downs occasionally, when I hang the same ad hoc curtain separating my children's beds for nap time, and it falls 5 times in the process. I stare at the wall, and at my sewing cabinet, wondering why I'm not finishing the last few presents.
All I want to do is hangout with my husband and be lazy. No dinner cooking, no taking care of children, no work, no school, but yet, we are no longer newlyweds. You can't really play hookie in a professional MBA program, and well my daily chores still have to get done whether my husband goes to work or not, so he might as well go. I keep thinking, the two crappy things about having kids, its hard to go on vacation, and you can't sleep in on the weekends. My husband informs me that those aren't even needed unless you have kids.
I'm exhausted as all get out, it took me a while to figure out, then I realized oh I have to pick up a lot of the slack around the house, because my husband just isn't home and doesn't have time to help. I don't blame him, but I sleep solidly every night, out of pure exhaustion, and usually take a nap during the day.
Today was preschool, I had to teach, I was not looking forward to it. Four hours later I was prepared, luckily only 4 kids showed up not 6. Mental note 6 is too many, don't allow little brothers and sisters when I do it for the next child. It was almost enjoyable today, I just am not cut out for this small child business. My biggest complaint is the snottiness of the some of the kids. Suck it up!
I was completely functional while my husband was on his business trip last week, ever since, I've been crazy mommy. My husband says, he should leave more often because I'm more capable without him, I think don't think I could handle being solely capable more than 4 days in a row.
When he came home, my son was so excited for hours leading up to it. Then when he came in the door, he was not. He was clingy on me, he wouldn't even look at his dad. We were concerned we knew this is always a possibility. Children form and break attachments very easily its for survival. Within a half an hour he had completely gotten over any hesitancy . I expected my daughter to be worse, and my son not to care. It was the exact opposite. It was my daughter he acted like he never even left, she was so happy to see him, she didn't even care about eating.
Thanks goodness it is Thanksgiving, my husband will be with us for four days straight. I'm not pregnant, last year, by this point, I was very comfortable and very 9 months pregnant, life was not pretty. Now I have an adorable girl who eats more food in one meal than her brother consumes all day.
This is probably chalk full of typos, errors, misspellings, misplaced words, missing contractions, prefixes, suffix, and overall confusion, but like I said I'm currently brain mute.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Turkey Shirt Day Tomorrow.

Thanks to Caroline for the idea.
We made these in preschool one day. CRAZY!! 6 kids plus my baby, and no other adults. That day of preschool was only about 10 minutes of learning, and the rest of the time was playing with toys while I made the shirts one on one with each kid.

I love this

My son is HUGE into letter writing. He gives the girl next door on average four letters at a time. This one he let me keep, because I love it so much. He told me, "it means No babies" I just love that, every time I see the picture, I can hear his voice saying "no babies".

Her favorite things

And now its time for her favorite things. I actually needed these pictures for her baby book, but then also decided to take Lauren's idea of her favorite things.
A cow that has a rattle in it, someone gave us when she was a newborn.

Her sippy cup with a straw and her boots.

Her tricot blanket/rag with ribbons sewn on and a fleece blanket. The bizarre thing about the fleece blanket, it also came from the same giver as the cow, but it is a blanket I never once gave to my daughter. I can't give my children fleece blankets to cuddle with, because I hear my mom's voice in the back of my head. But I do let them play with them. I never once gave her this blanket, but she has latched on to it for all its worth, she carries it everywhere. I think she actually loves it more than tricot.

And lets not forget her bald baby.

His favorite things

After finding some pictures on my camera that my son took, I'm taking Lauren's idea of her favorite things. Here is my son's favorite things photo montage.

This acorn is probably from the seventies, my son found it at my mom's house and he loves it.

Actually I took this, but he arranged the picture.

Here is a shot out to Honduras. And the apple seeds that came from an apple in a fridge that my son is growing.

Big Truck

I hope I didn't post these already. We took this over a month ago, up on campus, when we went to go visit Dad before his final one night. The digger was very large.

snowman

It snowed last weekend, and my husband and boycotted making a snowman in less than two inches of snow. See I figure its never my job to "play" that is the what the fun one is for. My job is hold crying children, and feed them, while my husband job is to be the fun one who plays. My husband is fine being in the snow unlike me, he just thought two inches was a waste of time. Three days later, in the remnants my son took matters into his own hands and made this.

I think it looks pretty darn good. His words, "My little snowman is so cute. But I feel sad for him." Why? because he melted, "Yeahhh"