Tired...

Today I am tired. Yesterday I was tired. Tomorrow I will be...tired. Why am I so sleepy? Is it because I'm training for a 5k? umm no. Perhaps I've been working exhausting hours and spending all my free time making homemade Halloween wreaths for the neighborhood? Yeah freaking right. No it is absolutely not of my own doing that I am to the point of collapsing. It is that of the one and only Colton.

A couple nights ago I was awoken at 2 AM by a toddlers cry in my room saying "mama I NEEeeeeeeD water" then an oh so helpful "love nudge" by Brandon (aka him rolling over and saying get the kid some water.) The next night I was snapped back to reality by a toddlers icy cold feet. They just so happened to be karate kicking me in the throat...details details After regaining consciousness, I remembered that I had not put said toddler in our bed. sneaky mcsneakster

The pattern has continued and I'm on the verge of barricading myself in the bathroom and sleeping in the tub. Truth. This morning I woke up in a dino bed all by my lonesome. I vaguely remember a tiny elbow edging me off the bed and then stumbling into the dinoriffic room...Somethings gotta give. This is soooo not gonna fly once I get a solid 8 hours and can think straight!

WW: One of those days

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buried alive

I have been a brat lately. When we moved into our house in 2008 it was just us and the dog. Our 3 bedroom 2 bath was HUGE. The 2 guest rooms were hardly ever in use and the carpet in those bedrooms was flawlessly clean.

Now I thank God we have hardwoods or tile throughout the rest of the house. When we had Colton it was an eye opening experience. Not just to the whole being parents thing, but to the amount of stuff a 4lb person could need. It was overwhelming but manageable. No biggie. Then came along Nolan who bless his punkin has all of his brothers baby toys and clothes. Of course Colton has a bunch of big boy toys and clothes in their place. Stuff. Just stuff everywhere.

I have been quick to say were moving. I need a garage and a bonus room or I'm gonna flip yada yada. But honestly, all we would probably do is add more stuff to the extra square footage. Not to mention the outer rim of hell experience selling a house with 2 babies living in it would be. So were gonna tough it out for at least another few years. I don't imagine myself living in this house, as it is, with my husband and 2 giant teenagers...but who knows? Brandon has that whole degree in construction management thing so perhaps we'll add a lovely bonus room. That's all. I'm done. Told you I'm being a brat.

I say this stuff daily

Today I am going to share with you my words of wisdom I say on a daily basis

Do NOT hurt the baby

What are you eating???

Youre the swedish little baby little chunk a lunk roly poly butterball turkey. yes you are!

We do not waste toilet paper

Did you poop?

booty booty booty booty stinkin everywhere stinkin everywhere (this one is a song)

Hold on Nolan

Hold on Colton

ROARRRR!!!

Clean up Clean up

No licking shoes

Ollie Hush!

YOUR eldest son.....

Love you too. Now go say sorry to brother.

They are precious arent they!?! Were so lucky (2 minutes later) My head hurts

Deep stuff folks....