This is what happens when you spend too much time on facebook in the morning. Last thing I knew I made oatmeal for breakfast and left it on the kitchen table for the girls...and p.s. this is the puppy we got for Irelynns birthday being fed oatmeal out of Cy's spoon. He's a really good dog a german shep/lab mix
So my baby turned 6 on saturday. I had a meeting with her teacher on friday to discuss her progress in school which is not good in reading and writing but awesome in drawing and social skills. Who needs to read when you can make outfits like this out of your birthday present tissue?
We started off the day just the way any birthday should...with CAKE
Then we went to Irelynn's school for her Halloween party or excuse me " Fall festival" Wouldn't want to offend any of you liberals (p.s. I HATE liberals)
Then she wore herself out playing in the playhouse in the garage. (look amongst the garbage for her)
Then off for a new hair do
Is it bad that my 3 year old has foil in her hair?
As you can tell by her inapproiate facial expression this is her favorite part
Wah-lah! Cotton Candy pink. She loves it and I am embarassed that I let her dye her hair at 3. But I think she looks cute and why should I care that I get glares from other moms who would never dream of getting their kids hair done?
Well...my 30 days didn't go so great apparently I guess I have to start over! I just have had so many boob problems I figured you didn't want to hear about them everyday so I waited until my clogged ducts and mastitis cleared up. I did have to give up my mom of the year award when I let Cy fall asleep in the shower dont judge I needed a break so I could clean a little. I was trying to keep him awake until Kalaya went to preschool and I like putting my babies in the shower because I know they won't drown and it gives me a break. They have all loved it and Cy loved it a little too much! And I found out I'm allergic to Shrimp...I have the biggest hives and my chubby arms and hands are so swollen I feel like my forearms are choking out my hands. They're like sausages which makes typing not so fun!
Let me apologize in advance because this will be TMI but it's all I can think about because my boobss hurt soooooooo bad. I cut CY off cold turkey yesterday. I am so sad to be done nursing but he will be 10 months on sunday and he won't stop biting me. I've tried everything anyone has told me. I've removed him from me, flicked he's cheek(several times probably daily) and suffocated him in my boob when he bites. He seems to get great pleasure when I cry out in pain. He laughs and tries to go back to nursing and my poor boobs have had enough. But now that it's been 24 hours I miss it. I miss his little hand rubbing my sides and chest and reaching up and touching my face while he eats. I want to give in so bad and just deal with the biting but then I will have tortured him for the last 24 hours for nothing and besides he is taking a bottle just fine. I still hold and caress him while he has the bottle so he doesn't feel totally abandoned. I don't think my skin can stretch any farther. Is this what fake boobs feel like? Because I thought I wanted some after I've had all my kids but now I'm re-thinking that business....on a positive note I look like I am 19 again with my perky non-national geographic boobies flopping around or should I say not flopping around.
P.S. Kasey no ZUmba for me tonight I couldn't dance around with this bazookas I'd give you and the instructor a black eye for sure!
I just came across this blog it's interesting check it out http://chroniclesofjanew.blogspot.com
Dear Caffiene,
I have enjoyed our time together. You are the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning. When I crawl out of bed on a hard morning you are all I want and I don't even need you in drink form. I'm not picky I even like you in excederin. The rush of energy you give me is amazing. My house has never been so clean! But you are starting to be too controling. When we are not together you send me headaches trying to reel me back into your grasp. And when I try to sleep at night you keep me awake with mindless prattle running around in my brain. And so it is with heavy heart and a messy house that I must say goodbye.....tomorrow...
