Our Sleep Schedule May Be A Thing Of The Past...

Oh.

Hi there.

Yep, I'm still here...sorta.

We've been rather busy running around crazy-like.

Tell me, how does ones house manage to get trashed from top to bottom when you aren't even there? We packed up each and every morning and hung out at my Mom and Dad's house every day while my brother and sis-in-law were visiting.

And my house got trashed.

While no one was home.

It's a mystery.

I've been busy cleaning up my mysteriously trashed house and trying to regain a semblance of order.

I am currently trying to gently remind my beloved offspring that they used to have a somewhat normal sleep schedule. For the 15 pound offspring it is working quite well. Very compliant and adjustable that one.

As for the OTHER ONE.

Let's just say it isn't going so great. Let's also just say that the gentle reminder has morphed into a different kind of reminder. One that might involve tying the door shut with a scarf as the 31.6 pound offspring may have figured out how to launch over the gate blocking his doorway.

As I said, it's not going so great.

Many tears and gnashing of the teeth.

I know I know, I've got to get myself under control...

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Off To Costco...

I'm busy getting the kiddos and myself ready to head back to Costco again, coupon book in hand. So busy, in fact, that I have time to sit and write a post. I am SUCH a procrastinator!

On the shopping list today:

• Pull-ups - $4.00 off
• Starbucks Frappaccinos - $3.50 off

Um...that's it folks. Two things on my list. Want to take any guesses how many things I'll have in my cart by the time I get to the checkout line?

I just needed a really good excuse to get out of the house and play today. My Mom was already planning on going so I invited myself and two littles along for, you know, the FUN.

My Brother and his lovely wife are in town this week and we are planning a glorious time full of Settlers, homemade donuts, clamming at the bay and laughs. Lots and lots of laughs.

Hence the need to go to Costco and stock up on vittles...

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Nine Years Ago...

Nine years ago I married my sweetheart. Nine years ago he married his sweetheart.



Nine years later and we're still sweethearts...

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