I take it back

The boys have been quite a handful lately. I've been taking them out a lot, and I've realized that judging people's parenting has come back to bite me in the ass. Allow me to explain:

Pre kids: Witnessing a parent drag their screaming child from point A to point B. Horrific!

Me with kids: Cameron HATES the cry room in church; however, he is incapable of closing his mouth for an hour so we have to sit in the cry room. As we are walking back from communion, I am holding Cameron's hand. He's cheesing it up for the crowd and shaking hands until he's stopped dead in his tracks and realizes we're going back into the cry room. Cue tantrum. He throws himself on the floor so that he's lying facing the ceiling of the church and he is now screaming. Begin judgment. I grab the kid by one arm and stand him up. The feet won't budge. I don't have another arm to pick him up so I use the arm pit technique. Wrap him up under the arm pits and just pray (ironic) you don't drop one of them.


Pre kids: Shocked that parents will sit back and let their kids beat up on each other.

Me with kids: Yeah Cameron's riding Jack like he is a horsey. It is a cute picture though.

Pre kids: Why do people insist on taking pictures of their kids in the tub?

Me with kids: And here's the picture. And no, I don't have an answer to the above question.


Pre kids: Why do moms with young kids always look so frazzled and not put together? I would never go out looking sloppy.

Me with kids: Okay so I regularly leave the house without makeup and several times I have gone into a public place into my jammies. If I am being completely honest, twice I have forgotten a bra (no one would notice anyway) and once I forgot underwear. Not sure if I was just sleep deprived or if I was behind on laundry, but oddly I didn't even realize it until I was already in CVS.

The house

I finally got around to taking some pictures and actually uploading them. It's as close to clean as it will ever be.

The outside of our house. It's a terrible picture, but I will post one after all the landscaping is done. I've been cutting the grass, weeding and digging up bushes like crazy, but it seems to never end. A big thank you to my dad who trimmed trees and dug up a monster of a bush in the backyard.



The kitchen. I have an LG french door fridge. I LOVE IT!!! If you need an appliance, go LG!


The dining room part of the kitchen with cubbies for the kids' toys. Notice the crazy bush out the window. That's the one we dug up. There is a gas cooktop. I've used it. Don't love it, but then again I hate to cook.

Picture of the kitchen from the dining room.

The living room. I originally thought I would paint, but all our stuff matched so why waste time and money?
This is the formal dining room that we turned into an office/play room.


Laundry room.
Master bedroom
Master bathroom - the jungle room.
I actually like the wall paper. It's quirky.
Cameron's room - this will eventually get decorated
The kid's bathroom. Yes, it's a toilet, but it's awesome. It has a regular seat and then a built in potty seat!!!
Jack's room
Extra bathroom
Storage room
Pictures of outside to come later.

Moving update

We have officially moved into our new house. I actually cried leaving my mom's house because it was so nice to have an extra set of hands to help with the boys. My anxiety was pretty bad through moving, but it's definitely getting better. Not having to keep the house "show ready" is a huge relief. I actually cooked on my new stove. Side note: new stoves do not make my food taste any better.

It only took a week to get poop on the carpet. Fabulous. Brian turned our extra bedroom into his man cave. Cameron turned the extra bedroom into a toilet. No stairs anymore, but the staying still holds true, "If your kids are quiet, something is very wrong." All seemed well when I walked in, and then Cameron moved. He had pulled his diaper to try to get it off. Lucky for me the poop only had one place to go...onto the carpet. At this point let me disgust you even further by being more specific...poop is the nice way of saying diarrhea.

I promise I'll get pictures up as soon as I can - not of the poop - even though that's an added bonus now.

Beware the Ides of March

Did you really think I would pass up the chance to put my kids in togas? Not a chance.