Overjoyed and Overwhelmed

Supremo discovered the other day that if he iced his face, that the swelling in his sinuses goes down.  He was using just the baby ice packs, but convinced me that it helped so much that he needed something more.  While browsing at the local KMart we found 'the mask', so for $ 2.99 I became the wife of the Blue Bandit.  He was so gracious to pose for me.

 Graham has been a really good dog, especially with T-Bug.  He pretty much leaves him alone, so as a reward we got him the biggest bone we could find.  It has been almost two weeks since we gave it to him and he is still working on it.  It was hilarious to see him haul it around the first couple of days.

Just growing up.  Way too fast.  He looks so much older now.  Still don't know who he looks like.

First bath.  Not his favorite.  Usually I give them a bath in the duck, that has been passed down, since I think I was a little feffler.  I couldn't find it, and boy did this boy stink.  I did find the duck later though, and the bath was so much easier.  Photos on that later.

The day I was waiting for.  My kiddos got to come home.  Let me be the first to say...  If you can have a chance to send your kids to grandma's house for two weeks after having a baby.  DO IT!  I missed the kids, but I recovered so much faster.  It was such a blessing.  Thanks Mom, Dad, and the Grels!

We went to Denver to pick them up and got to spend the day with Supremo's sister.  She has such a beautiful house, and she lives in the most amazing area.  We will be visiting her more often. It was so much fun to spend time with her. Thanks Sarah!!!!

We got home and the Diva just had to have some photos with her little brother.  She is so good to him.

It is so great to have all my kids with me.  I just love it.  At the same time, I am feeling so overwhelmed.  Not with homeschool or having more kids.  It's the dishes, laundry, and cooking.  I sure wish I could pull a Mary Poppins now days.  Things would be a SNAP!  I sometimes wonder if I am going to make it with 4 kids.  Thank goodness I am the not the first woman in the world to have to do so.  I have seen lots of women survive, and do amazing jobs.  Maybe one day I'll have it figured out.  Until then, I will just continue to have green days.

2 More weeks

My dear friend asked when I was going to post a photo of me expecting a baby.  This is not a photo of me pregnant as of right now.  This is the only picture in existence of me expecting a baby (The only one that I know of).  This is a photo of me when I was 8 months along with the Diva.  Why is there only one, well I will tell you.

I do not like being pregnant.  At all.  From they day I find out, up until I am in the labor and delivery room I don't like it.  Yes, I am truly blessed and thankful that I have been able to bring children into this world.  I love being a mom (Most days).  But, I don't enjoy the 9 months leading up to them joining our family.  Although I have been so much better emotionally with this little boy, I am still at the end of my rope.  Poor Supremo who has had to put up with all my negativity the last little while.
I know what you are thinking...You only have two weeks left.  Well, to me two weeks is two weeks to long.  I believe this is the way that I am supposed to learn patience, as there is nothing I can really do to speed things along.   This boy will probably be like the rest of my kids and come at 40 weeks.  Which I know is wonderful, but I still don't like it.  Do you have to?
So for all inquiring minds.  Here I am.  If I had a hair cut that I actually liked, maybe I would update the photo, but seeing as that isn't going happen until next year probably, this is what you get.

Another Day in Paradise

As of late my handsome hubby, who shall be know on this blog as 'Supremo' has been working tons.  Lots of rain has been pushing back the potato work that has to be done.  So I am still pretty much on what I like to call 'Single Mother Status.'  (Let me just say, WOW to all the single parents out there.  I don't know how you do it.)  It's not my favorite, but we make it work.  My little monsters (The dog included) are always thinking of ways to push my buttons and the last few days have been no exception.

*The Diva had to sharpen a pencil with the new battery powered (I know, we are getting high tech) sharpener.  Me not being all there, let her do it on the edge of the counter.  (So actually this is my fault.)  The boys had been going sharpener crazy so the thing was full.  Well, the Diva got mad when she had to stop and whacked the sharpener off the counter.  Shavings went everywhere, including the dog's water bowl.  (He will still be know as Graham on this blog.)  What a mess.

* Graham decided that he needed to go to the bathroom on the Noodle's bed.  Gross with a capital "G"

*Chief has one pair of shoes right now.  I know, but I hate spending money on things that he grows out of so fast.  I think if we lived in the middle of no where I would let him run around in the buff.  Back to what I was writing about.  He decided that he needed to go dancing in the mud.  Gorgeous shoes for church.

*The Noodle has been throwing these crazy tantrums.  I mean CRAZY.  We had an issue this morning about no whipped cream in the chocolate milk, with the spilling of the chocolate milk as the ultimate result.  

*The Diva discovered how to open her door, and nap time disappeared at the same time.  (It was such a sad day.)

More has happened this week, but due to pregnancy brain, I just can't remember.

Today has been nice though.  We only had a morning tantrum,  Chief only whacked the dog...Just once too.  (My dog is so good to those monsters.)  The Diva didn't take a nap, but hasn't been totally crazy.  The best part!!!  The Noodle put on his baking apron, and with little supervision made snickerdoodles!
Not only was that totally impressive, but he had to cut the recipe in half-  and he did it!  (We are homeschooling this Summer to see if we like it.  This was part of his math.  More on that later.)

So the Green Momster survived the Sabbath with only morning tears.  Tears that come much more often due to the hormones.  Woot for a new week!
I am seriously still searching for my camera.  The Diva hid it somewhere, and I have no clue where to even begin.  Some of these photos are outdated.