Friday, April 17, 2009

* Peas & Carrots *

I'm glad someone in this house likes them...or at least she likes to make a mess of them! I know I've said this before...however, I need to repeat myself. "Where'd my baby go?" Just today, Joe witnessed her standing on her OWN. Don't tell me that. She didn't last long, but none-the-less that means she is one step closer to walking. Sign me up for the therapist. Oh wait, this is my therapy.

I don't have a picture of Trey this week, but I'm sure that will be fixed shortly. I have formatted all 3 of my cards, so my camera is geared up for this weekend. Well, it was actually geared up for a much more significant event, however that has been cancelled because of the mini-monsoon we had here today. Bummer. Re-scheduled for next weekend. We did regain our composure after Monday and Tuesday about wiped us out. Wednesday night made it all better...retail & 'rita therapy! Trey's ear infection (outer, to be exact) & sore neck (from his flying leap off of the 5' bar on our deck) are all a distant memory. Don't you hear the chorus singing 'Hallelujah'? Or is that just in my mind? :) No, they were really singing when Trey waltzed into the living room at 7:45 tonight and announced he was ready for bed...he marched into his room, got in bed and he was out! Be jealous, be very jealous. :)

On another positive note, my house is clean AGAIN! I have a serious infatuation with my clean house. You'd think that would keep me motivated to stay on top of things....hey, I'm tryin! This morning it didn't take me two hours to pick up all of the stuff, so that the maids could actually clean. Stop's true. Alright, so that's enough funny business for one evening. I'm off to do a little photo-editing...who am I kidding, I'm about to fall asleep, but maybe I can knock out one picture out of the 400 I have to do...G'night.

P.S. Only 6 more weeks of school!

1 comment:

Grandma said...

Love the picture - can't wait to see you all in three weeks! Maybe it would help if you thought of them as little green golf balls! That's what my mother used to tell Michelle to get her to eat them!