It's official...

I have lost my mind!

We stopped to get ice cream for the kids on our way home last night. I thought I grabbed the ice cream bag.....

but nope, I grabbed my new boots from Ross instead and stuck them in the freezer.

The saddest part is that today (yes they were in there overnight) when I went to get something out of the freezer I saw the Ross bag and I thought to myself, "Why is there a Ross bag in my freezer? Is this a surprise from Ron?"
Hahahahaha!
Nothing yells "Woman in need of a looong break" more than a pair of frozen knee-high boots!

Man, I LOVE these kids!

The kids got a hold of the camera. Dylan must have been doing a photo shoot.

Little Miss Princess with her "Do not disturb" mask, which comes in handy when the tooth fairy is sneaking in:)

Don't even ask...they are insane:)

Passed out on the couch after church.

Tyler is such a good sport. Cierra and Jonah dressed him all up. He loved every minute of it.

Nice hair and muff!

Cierra...the camera loves her.

Heading out the door to school! Happy Friday everyone!

Brothers who pee together.....

I really hope no one reports me for putting this picture up

So the dreaded potty training began about a week ago. I put it off and put if off knowing it would be quite the undertaking..and well, I was right. The only thing that has been consistant is that they keep having accidents. Ok, Tyler did really well yesterday and I don't think he had an accident, but it could be a fluke. Landon is taking his sweet time catching on. He will go potty when I remind him but won't go on his own. If I wait 11 minutes instead of ten minutes to remind him, it is too late...he has already taken care of it in his pull-up. That boy pees A LOT!

We spend a good part of the day in the bathroom and running around without any pull-ups on. It is quite crazy. It's also been kind of crazy because I have been sick all week, so to be on potty patrol on top of feeling like crud is not real fun.

So far I would say that Tyler is about 80% potty trained and Landon about 48.5%. They have graduated to standing up when going #1..on their tiptoes mind you. Sooo cute. It is kind of sad to think that this marks another milestone and says that they aren't babies anymore. *Sniff Sniff*

Adoption

I have the absolute pleasure of knowing a really special peson and her family. My friend Audrey is one of the sweetest, most Christ-like people I have ever met and probably will ever meet. Her husband is our home teacher, her daughter and Cierra are best friends. She has helped me in more ways than she will ever know. I cherish the talks I have had with her, the advice she has given and the outlook she has helped me to adopt. I LOVE her!

So, why am I telling you this?? Well, her and her family are wanting to adopt a child. They have started a blog and I wanted to put the link up so you can go there. Maybe you know someone who knows someone who is looking for a loving home for their baby. I with absolute certainty say that any child that is adopted by them will be so blessed and loved. Heck, I wish they could adopt me;)

So, take the time to check out their story. Tell your family and friends. It would be so wonderful to have a hand in placing a child into a loving home.

http://bryantandaudrey.blogspot.com/

RIP...Football widow

So, I am sure I am not alone in the fact that I am a football widow for a few months. Between Fantasy Football, NFL, College football and coaching a football team for work, I rarely hear about much else from my husband. Phone calls...long phone calls about his fantasy stuff, practices and games, flipping back and forth between three games at a time...any of this sound familiar?

I don't get it, probably never will. I have tried watching games but I just really can't get into them. I know the saying "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" but this one is real hard.

So, I guess the only thing to do is accept my fate for the season. I will even make sure he has his "football snacks" and probably have friends over to watch at our house just so I can still see him.

So here is a letter to my dear husband:

Dear Ron, I know you love football. I know you love me and the kids. Do your thing and enjoy this football season. The kids and I will still be here when you emerge. My hair might be a different color, but that will just make our reunion that more exciting. The only thing I ask of you is when we got out in public to please wear your blue Bronco jersey, not the BRIGHT orange one that makes you look like a hunter. Hope you picked a good line-up for your Fantasy team...and good luck.

Love, your wife