I am thankful it is FINALLY FRIDAY!

~dusting off my Supermom Cape and straightening myself up a bit~

Sorry about my rough day yesterday. Superdad got one of the computers running for me. He said the router died. I am sure I could talk the kids into putting it into a shoebox and burying it in the backyard. We could make it a mini tombstone to say "Our Dear Friend, who lets us connect to the outside world".

The roofers are finished thankfully! I seriously thought I was going to go postal if I heard anymore hammering. Not to mention the 3 year old that laughs in the face of authority which happens to be MY face.

I am having trouble making a decision. My oldest is 14, a freshman in high school. Tonight is homecoming. Even a dance that lasts until midnight. I am thinking "YEAH RIGHT" to that one. I know that homecoming if more for Seniors and such. Naming the King and Queen... Since hormonal teen is just a freshman, is it really necessary for her to be at a dance UNSUPERVISED with all those upper class men? Hmmmmm???? Tell me your opinion.

B2 has chess club today. He is prepping for a chess tournament at another school. I never learned how to play chess. I am impressed that he has been playing it for I guess half his life. I want to make me a tee shirt that says,
"My son beats your son at chess". HA HA Okay, better not.

I have Ollie and Mads entertaining each other at the moment so I can type this up real quick. I was up until 1 am working on Kid Friendly Asheville posts. It is starting to take off and I am getting great emails of things people would like me to post. So, last night I typed it all up and scheduled it to post when it needed to post. I am handy like that. :)

I am playing some nice relaxing music....The Girl From Ipanema.

Okay, Mads heard me type out her name and now she wants me. I am always in demand!!!

Have a great Friday and send me a comment on your weekend plans.

Today I am making changes.

I can no longer be all, DO ALL, get it done Mommy.

It is too much and driving me back into a depression. I am going to sit down and write things that need to be done and delegate them out. You know like UNLOAD THE DISHWASHER every time they are clean, CLEAN UP YOUR OWN ROOM, PICK UP after yourself (IE: YOUR clothes, YOUR stuff and anything else that is YOURS and not where it belongs, dust and other various chores. My kids used to very helpful when I had a chore chart for them. Now when I ask H to help her excuse is always homework. B2 will help but WHINE while doing it. Lil O is my biggest helper EXCEPT when it comes to picking up her OWN toys. She will set the table and even try to dust but you ask her to pick up her OWN toys and she ignores you. Superdad helps but mostly when he is asked.I know he works a job M-F BUT I can honestly say my job is more physical hand on wear you down work.

For moms it's about "how much can I multitask?'.

Well, no more!!

Usually in the morning I do a run through of all the rooms. Pick up and tidy the bed type thing. Now B2 is good at doing this himself before school. He makes the bed and such all by his 10 year old self. That's my boy-scout!

Now hormonal teen is another story. OMG, chaos is what I call her room. SO this morning I walked out my bedroom door and looked to the right to see hers and you know what I do??

SHUT THE DOOR AND WALKED AWAY!!!!!

Change is hard but it had to be done. IT had to be done for me. That's life and now I am going to live mine a bit more for me instead of be a slave to housework.

PS. No one ever has to pick up after me. :)

I overheard this conversation....

I was in the floor yesterday after I had served everyone dinner. Mads wanted to be fed first before I could enjoy my Chicken Parmesan. It always works that way. I was extremely tired so I cuddled up with her on a blanket, drifting in and out of consciousness. Only to hear this at one point. Since I wasn't able to write it down word for word while it was being said I am going to paraphrase it the best I can.

H- I think Batman is HOT!

Superdad- Christian Bale?

H- No, the cartoon Batman. Don't you think he's hot?

Superdad- Well, no. It's a cartoon.

H- The boys at school think Cinderella is hot. We were talking about it the other day. Don't you think like Ariel is hot?

Superdad- No, it's a cartoon.

So the question I have to ask, "When my 10 year old son starts to spend too much time in the shower, do I have to hide the Disney Princess movies? Can we all say "EWEEEEEEEEEEE" together?

Man, I had a rough night and I fear it only gets worse.

After posting a blog about my beautiful caring teenage daughter with the world at her feet....blah blah blah

All hell broke lose.

MySpace SUCKS and I would totally delete it BUT I have reconnected with some great people from high school that way. It's the only way for me to email them or just send them a comment. Soooo, hormonal teen wanted a MySpace for her own. I understood that. Everyone has an account these days and it is a way to socialize with her peers from school besides HOGGING the phone.

So after much thought, blood, sweat and tears I helped her make an account. Under an alias of course and she used one of MY email addresses. I also had to know the password and she wasn't allowed to change it. She knew I had free range of her account and WOULD be dropping in from time to time to read her email and look around. I am a responsible parent and those were the rules to have the account. Live with them or DON'T get the account. I don't care. It only adds more work for me to begin with.

Last week she had some trouble with a boy, I'll call him twit #2. They were "going out" and such even though he didn't even go to her school. blah blah blah She broke up with him. He got mad and called her NAMES. BAD NAMES. Such big words for someone so young. WHERE THE HELL ARE THESE KIDS PARENTS WITH THEIR BARS OF SOAP?!?!? So, she ended up taking him off her friends list and making him unable to see her profile. That was also a rule, the profile was to be kept private and she wasn't allowed to post any pictures of herself showing off her girls parts of flashing stupid gang signs. ~eyeroll~ So she used various icons as her picture which suited me just fine.

Okay, so last week I get an email saying
"Iam a vanerial diseas like a minstro i bleed! accepted your friend request".

HUH is what I was thinking. So I was irritated already. Since she has gotten MySpace it has only caused grief. I hate MYSPACE. I hope it crashes. After I get email addresses and phone numbers from high school friends first!!!

Last night I wasn't looking for a fight or wanting to cause an argument. I just simply stated to the hormonal teen that I wanted her to clean up her friends on MySpace. I told her, "I want you to pretend your computer is sitting in the middle of your church and your pastor is looking over your shoulder. Who would you be embarrassed by him seeing then DELETE that person." I wasn't asking her to cut her hair off and become a nun. Seriously. I just wanted to her clean up the people that didn't need to be on there. This is where it all went wrong. She screamed. She cried. She screamed some more. She stomped. She slammed doors. She woke up the babies. She screamed some more. Then she gets on the floor, rocking all balled up saying that she wanted her daddy. I said, "He's on his way here so you can have him when he gets here."

He got here and took hormonal teen outside and they talked for about an hour. Maybe a bit more.

I am a responsible parent and I will do whatever it takes to make sure hormonal teen stays grounded and not sucked into crap. She will graduate HS in 4 years and then go to college. SHE will have the world at her feet and I will do everything in my power so she doesn't screw that up! PERIOD!

She came back inside and apologized to me and her step dad. She was back to my old H. The possessed demon had left her body and she was my loving teenager again. I hate hormones and I hate MYSPACE!!!

What do you mean I won't live forever?

Here lately I have been thinking about death. It consumes me when I am depressed. I am not talking death as in ending my life--just death as dying when I get old. I am talking 130 years old and dying in my sleep after writing a book, acting in a movie, ending world hunger and insert other charitable acts here.

Since I have been dealing with depression for over 10 years, after having my son, I realize that I obsess over death when I am really down. Or even when I am not down. I just want to make sure my kids are taken care of I suppose.

I have been Zoloft free for 10 days now. 10 days and I haven't killed anyone yet. Even though I have had ZERO patience and would like too scream during moments. For example my husband was eating dinner last night and Mads was rolling around the living room and Ollie was being Ollie and I was going to wash my hair. He actually said, "Could you wait a sec, I won't be able to eat and watch them?". Kind of like what I do every day?? Or him not wanting to give Mads a bath because he didn't feel comfy. Ummmmm....she is 5 months and not going to break. SHRUG! I just get frustrated after cleaning the house, folding and putting up all the laundry, that I ask one simple request about bathing the baby and I get feedback. Then he gets frustrated that Ollie wants to ride with him to get H & B2. Whats the big deal? She usually wants to ride with him when he goes to get them. SO instead of fussing because she won't listen to you and STILL wants to go with you JUST let her go with you TO BEGIN WITH! Then there won't be any screaming and yelling at anyone about no one is listening when all she wants to do is see her big sister and brother. She has missed them yanno? Whew, I feel better now that I typed that out.

Other than that I think I am doing rather well. Unless some depressing or extremely happy commercial comes on. Then I cry like a baby that wants ninny. I was even crying watching an episode of Friends the other night. The one where Emma turns one and Joey read one of her books as a gift and the birthday cake ended up being X rated! Yep, I cried because I was laughing so hard.

I do have a point with all this just hang on.

I have a teenage daughter. (Which is pretty impossible since I am only 28, wink wink nudge nudge.) My daughter is 14 going on 34. Something like that. She has all these awful hormones running through her body! A problem we ALL have been dealing with for several years! Being a teenager is rough. I do remember being that age not to long ago. Add on being a girl to make it a bit tougher. Then add on that she started high school this past August. What am I supposed to do with a teenage daughter?? She is a beautiful, caring young woman with the world at her feet. She is active in her church and goes to GA Camp. She is a wonderful student and I know will go far. She doesn't give us much grief EXCEPT with the boys she insists on making us meet. Then there is all that CRAP music she MUST listen too. It's really hard to blame that all on her because most new music is crap to begin with. HA HA!! Sorry honey! My daughter is a fan of my blog and is going to come running when she knows this post is about her. :)

I am getting to the point F I N A L L Y!!! Last week as I was at the high school picking her up like I always do. I am watching all these kids come out and go to their car of choice. Then I had this depressing thought. I can never go back to those high school years. I will never be 14 again. I will never have to take chemistry or do algebra homework again. I will never get asked to the prom. I will never have to worry about my grades.

I was pretty bummed to realize all this. Sure I knew but still. All that is left for me is getting older and then dying. Pretty bleak huh?

Soooo, I share this with her when she gets in the van.

"Yanno H, my life is over. I can never go back to your age. All that is left is for me to grow old and die."

~giggle~

She was like, "Thanks mom for being so cheery."

AM I the only one who feels this way?

DO you obsess over death/dying as well?

Do you think with older age brings you a peace about dying?? I really hope so because now the thought of death scares me. Maybe becoming a parent started it all. I don't know.

Okay must go. I have two sick babies and still a quiche to make.

Someone take my SUPERMOM card away!!!!

Since having Baby M I have become a crap mommy. Actually it started while I was pregnant with Baby M. In my defense I was awful sick, living off Zofran and Prevacid to make it through the day!! Toward the end I was the size of a whale and unable to get around much less do anything much around the house.

So here Baby M is 21 weeks old, as of yesterday, and legal to drool as Superdad says! HA HA! She is growing up so fast!! Baby M is starting to take a try at crawling. It is adorable. She will get up on hands and knees and rock!



That's my Superbaby!!! I think she has a new name to go along with Superdad. :)

Okay, back to losing my SUPERMOM card and cape. I have always ironed my kids clothes for school. I used to make a big pile on Sunday and iron for the week. UNTIL, I didn't give a damn anymore. Not because I like my kids looking like they slept in their clothes but because I don't have the energy anymore to fool with it. I have gotten to where I grab the clothes fresh out of the dryer instead of leaving them in it for DAYS which left them wrinkled to where I had to iron them. Voila! So I don't really iron anything unless it is a special event.

~I used to have a nightly routine where I would turn every ones bed down for them. Fluff their pillow and so forth. Not anymore. You can turn it down yourself and tidy it up in the morning. I feel guilt over this one! I may go in their room in the morning and tidy up the bed and pick up the dirty clothes and throw them on their bed for them to FIGURE it out themselves! The only time I really make their beds is when I change the sheets. Does this make me a slacker??

Since having my fourth baby, I think they should be making my bed for me! HA HA! JOKING!!!

~OMG, the laundry. I recently taught my 14 year old the difference between wearable again and dirty clothes. Just because you wear it to the mall for 2 hours does NOT make it dirty. Unless you spilled your lunch on it of course.

~My 3 year old is the same!!! She likes to change clothes 3-4 times a day!!!!!!!!! Seriously!!!!!

So yesterday I actually folded all the clothes, mopped, vacuumed, dusted and made an awesome dinner. Maybe I do deserve my SUPERMOM card and cape after all!

Back To School HUH?

Today I am sad. My adorable darling baby H started HIGH SCHOOL TODAY!!! ~~sobbing~~

What worries me the most is the older BOYS. You know the UPPER CLASS MAN. They are going to see my baby and drool.

Does this mean our phone will never stop ringing??? Wonder if it's too late to put her in an all girls school? KIDDING!!!

Anyway....

H is feeling much better. Yesterday I even let her leave the house. I took them school shopping at the mall. It was fun! They all got some neat things. Even if my husband may think I spent too much money. I won't have to buy B2 any clothes for the next year or so. Except a jacket and another pair of shoes later on. lol With H it is different. You have to have a huge assortment of clothes. Especially since you are in high school. DUH!!!! Honestly, after Monday, what H wanted H was able to get. She deserves it.

It looks like fall here. I noticed it yesterday when we were out. Coming down the road we live on just screamed FALL!!!! I like it! Fall is one of my favorite times.

I miss my kids. School just starts too soon! It seems like they just got out for summer break. They both were excited. H was nervous and B2 couldn't wait to see his friends. Lil O misses them too. This morning she got up and went to wake them up like she has been doing. And they were gone. :( I told her we'd go pick them up a little bit later.

Anyone else watching the Olympics? The opening ceremony was the most amazing thing and I really don't think anyone can top it ever! You agree?

Okay. Must get up. I am actually going to get up and do a few things.

**I added a new label to my blog. "Fluffers" Since I have been busy I scheduled a bunch of things to post lately ahead of time. I am sure you can tell which ones they are. I thought it only fair to given them their own label. Fluffers suits them, since it prepares you for my regular blogging. ha ha

Yesterday was one of the WORST days of my life.

Good Tuesday morning. It is Tuesday right? My mind is fried and I may need therapy after yesterday. Seriously.

Our day was planned out and we were having a grand time at Target. Laughing. Shopping. Enjoying life. It was really nice.

Let me say something before the horror story starts. My kids will give me a hard time. Teasing me. They have even went as far as telling me that B2 was hurt on the trampoline and couldn't move. Only for me to get outside and they start to laugh. Sooooo NOT COOL! I got them back. I asked them to come into the garage I had to tell them something. I had the hose on and at full force!!!!! Soaking them. ha ha Anyway....

I was checking out the couch covers and they were goofing off with some game chair in the middle aisle. I finish looking at the covers and get everyone to head back to the school supply area. The main point of our shopping trip. H mentions she is dizzy. I think nothing of it because she got up from the floor from playing with that chair. I say, "Stop fooling around. Let's get our shopping finished here.". We had plans to hit the mall next and the FOOD COURT! We continue to walk toward the school area in the back corner. She then mentions she is seeing spots. She sits down in the floor. I think she is pulling my leg and I tell her to get up and come on. Then we round the corner and I see the school things. She sits down again. I say again, "get up, lets get this done.". ~I am getting all teared up playing this back in my head~

This is where is gets all blurry for me. Like my life was flashing before my eyes. I am sure the whole event lasted 30 minutes or more but for me it was a matter of seconds.

H is pushing the cart with Lil O sitting in it. B2 is walking beside the cart. I am in front of the cart with Baby M in the Bjorn. I see H begin to fall face first, scraping her face down the cart as she falls. At this point I am screaming hysterically for someone to call 911. I am sure I screamed it a several times as I rush around the cart to turn H over. She is face down on the floor. OMG this memory haunted me all damn day and during the night. I remember a woman helping me turn her over. I am screaming. I am crying. H has this really odd look on her face. I was thinking a seizure. She lost consciousness for maybe 15 seconds. I don't think it was anymore than that. I cannot be really sure though. I lost all track of time. Life flashing before my eyes type thing.

Someone at Target said 911 was called. I don't remember this being said. My son told me later he heard it. She was brought a pillow. Someone gave her a drink from the cafe. I'm hysterical. She is an awful color and sticky feeling. I am checking her out. Crying. She's crying. Someone takes Baby M from me. B2 and Lil O are just watching with a scared shit look on their faces. That's the only way I can phrase it. Usually I am not one to say naughty words.

I do remember asking B2 to find my cell and give it to me. I heard someone say that we already called 911. I say, "No, I'm calling my husband.". He works downtown and could get their quickly. I think I told him to get to Target that H passed out and 911 was called.

I'm crying still. H is crying. I am bent over her holding her. The woman is being so kind. She is a nurse I find out. She checked H's pulse. I remember seeing her little girl behind her.

The first paramedics show up. I burst out in tears. I have to explain the whole story to them. They are checking her out. Her BP is fine. They even check her sugar. It is fine. Then the second set of paramedics show up with a stretcher. This is where my husband enters, I think. I really am not sure. I have to tell my story again to them. They continue to check her out as well. They tell me something like that they could take her in the ambulance or I could take her. I ask if they think she is okay for me to take her. I wasn't sure how to get up there with the rest of the kids if they took her in the ambulance.

They help her up and make sure she is able to walk.

Long story short. We get her to the minivan. I call her doctor to see if they want to see her or to take her on to the hospital. They thought the hospital would be best since she passed out and hit the ground.

We spent 3 hours at the hospital. Maybe a bit more. They check her out twice. A CT is ordered. They found lots of fluid in her ears and sinuses. Sinusitis is what they say. With all the fluid in her ears it messed up her equilibrium. Hence dizzy and passing out COLD.

They also diagnosed her with something else related to her passing out.

She is on an antibiotic for 10 days.

It was a rough day for all of us. I cried most of the day. When H saw me cry she'd cry too. I was thinking it was my fault for not listening to her. I told her this. She would reassure me it wasn't my fault. Then we'd cry together.

Her face will be okay. No broken bones. She is swollen, scratched and bruised. I told her I have some great Clinique products to cover that up on the first day of school on Thursday.

I know we will be okay from all this. It was very traumatic and scared the shit out of me.

I love my crazy H and I am so glad she is okay. Last night I was thinking how blessed and thankful I am.

Thank you God for everything you have blessed me with. I will try to treasure it every single moment of every single day.

A quick update about H

We are home. She has lots of fluid in her ears. And in her sinuses.

That probably caused her to feel dizzy and pass out COLD in Target.

Her CT was normal.

I am still a wreck and cannot get the image of her falling out of my mind. I am just in tears thinking about my baby.

More details tomorrow.

i am a nervous wreck...

My oldest daughter passed out cold at Target. Had to call 911.

At hospital waiting for a CT scan.




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Hi my name is Michelle and I don't know what birth control is.

Hello there. We just got back in from a quick weekend getaway. We took the four kids + 1 niece to Charlotte, North Carolina. It was definitely an adventure.

Saturday we went to Discovery Place. The plan was for HB, H and B2 to watch the new Batman movie in the IMAX and I would take Lil O, Baby M and my niece to the museum to look around and enjoy. I love a museum. Good idea I thought. Well, I was wrong. THANK GOD they had this HUGE play area for them to play in. It was like walking into Toys R Us with every toy you can imagine to play with. Even a water part. The bad thing is that the play area is right when you ENTER the museum. I wonder how many children actually make it to the museum after entering the play area???? I doubt many.

In fact I had to pick Lil O up and carry her out to SEE the museum. UGH, she kept running off and crying for the play area. It was very frustrating!!!!!!! I ended up taking them back to the play area so they would HUSH. We sat there for an hour then I dragged them out for lunch. Then took them back to play for another hour. By this time the movie was over and we met up with everyone else. I get all annoyed again trying to remember details to type them up. ha ha



All in all the Discovery Place was a really exciting place to visit. I would recommend it to everyone. It is the only place you can see two rats play basketball I bet. I know what the catch is though. Both rats look exactly the same so you really don't know which rat belongs to your team and both rats can shoot at either goal. Pretty sneaky of them. Sadly, the kids didn't catch on to their trickery. ha ha



The title of my blog is based on how MANY looks I got over the weekend with 5 kids tagging along behind me. A 14 year old, 10 year old, 7 year old, 3 year old and a 3 month old. I had told a few friends that I was going to claim all 5 of them and say I was pregnant with twins. But, I was just tooo freaking tired to care. I felt like saying, "What haven't you seen kids before?". Anyway...

Charlotte was HOT!!! HOT!!! HOT!!!
We headed to the Marriott to check in and swim in the pool. Ahhh, sitting by the pool. Watching the kids play. While I surfed the Internet on my Blackberry. We pretty much stayed there until bedtime. Minus HB and H going to get Thai takeout and ordering room service for a few things. I really love staying at Marriott's. Down pillows and comforters. Ahh, just like home. Enough about them because this isn't a commercial.

Sunday morning after a nice breakfast at the hotel we head to Carowinds. I'd like to shout out a THANK YOU to all the lovely ladies at the restaurant. They took wonderful care of us. I had to correct them too about the 5 kids with me.



This is my niece standing on the North Carolina/South Carolina line. I have always thought that a neat fact about the park. Of course, we headed to the left side which led us to a Nickelodeon Themed area. EVERYTHING ON NICK WAS ON THIS SIDE. We even saw god-parents walking around!!!!!! I thought Wanda and Cosmo were cute! Lil O wouldn't even get near them. She has this thing with people dressed in costumes. I don't think she will like Halloween either. I could be wrong though. I doubt it. It's just a hunch.

The kids enjoyed all the rides. They weren't bothered by the hot sweaty weather. They didn't even notice all the people walking around in bathing suits that shouldn't be. ~innocent smile~



That's me and Lil O on the carousel. Don't we look cute? She is doing the wave!!! Practicing for when she is in a parade and will use it. Smile. Wave. Smile. Wave. Lil O loves a carousel! We rode it twice. I hate to admit but I love to ride them as much as she does!



I was impressed that she got on the swings!!!!!! You could hear her squeal in delight over the music!!! That's my girl!!!



H and Lil O with Jimmy! Ha Ha!!!



ALL the kids loved this coaster!



The look on their faces explains it ALL!!!! AWESOME!!! To enjoy something soooo much!



H and B2 were such good sports. They helped out with the two smaller girls so much!! Which meant they had to ride rides they really wouldn't be caught dead on! See how happy they are in the boats? HA HA! I think they want to disappear! Thanks you two! Cause my fat butt wouldn't fit in the boat!



I see a pilots license in the furture. Maybe she will become an astronaut! COOLNESS!!



Awww. They are with Velma posing for a picture. It was called the Scooby Doo Haunted Mansion I believe. This was the only ride Lil O cried on because it scared her! Riding the above coaster didn't but seeing monsters did. :(



Yes, they have a LOST KIDS place! I didn't have to go here ONCE during our stay! I was surprised by this! I thought for sure I would lose at least one child.



Baby M was perfect the whole time. See how she is chilling with her foot propped up? She was able to ride one ride. You ready to hear which one? She road the train for a DORA ADVENTURE!!! We caught stars and ran off Swiper!!!



She got her first taste of water!!!! I wanted to make sure she stayed hydrated since it was so freaking hot there!

At one point we saw Goth kids walking around. I thought that interesting. I find it hard to imagine one of them saying, "Hey guys, lets go to Carowinds today!". Don't you?

I want to warn you if you are planning a trip to Carowinds and this will be your first visit! There is one ride in particular. Upon entering you will see a sign that reads, "YOU WILL GET WET". Let me just say that B2 and Niece H were soaked even before they rode the ride!!!! Water would just dump on people as they wait in line!!!!!

See how happy they look!!!!

After:

**I am proud to say that NO ONE got sunburned!!!!!!! I think I deserve a medal for this one. Going to an amusement park in August with 5 kids and no one got burned!!!!! They were greased down several times. Wore hats and sunglasses!

After 5+ hours I was sooooo over Carowinds. The heat! The crowds! People wearing bathing suits that shouldn't be! I was dripping with sweat!!!! I was tired! I was thirsty! I was ready to come home!

Everyone had a great time and that made me happy. I hate that I missed the new Batman movie at the IMAX. I'll have to watch it when it comes to the APC. I also hated that I missed the Museum. One day I can go without kids. Hmmm. Would I look odd walking around a kids museum without kids?? Who cares? Not me! I was just glad to get the hell out of Charlotte and back to my house and MY BED! With only my 4 kids! :)

A Blog About Nothing

I haven't been able to type out a deep thought provoking blog in awhile. Call it lack of sleep. Lack of time. Or maybe the baby has sucked all my brain cells from my body. You choose.

We are enjoying the summer. Kids have been doing this and that. I have been keeping them busy by helping in the kitchen, the pool, Chuck E Cheese, Fun Depot, Pigeon Forge and the movies. It's hard to keep B2 from playing his PSP or Xbox 360 all day. That and the computer. If you have any ideas for a 10 year old boy, please drop me a line. He will be going to camp for a few days at the end of this month. That will do him good.

H just cares about the phone and checking her myspace. ~note to self, check her page when you finish typing up this blog~ She has been a big help with Baby Moon Pie and Lil O. I appreciate that very much. She too will go to GA camp at the end of the month.

Lil O is into helping so much in the kitchen. She has been for a long time. Tomorrow we are making another cake. She wanted strawberry with chocolate icing. YUMMY!!! She is still acting out due to Moon Pie getting the attention. ~hanging head~ She still has her paci at bedtime and nap time. Ewwwee, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger as they say. Her doctor said she was sure we wouldn't be sending her to Kindergarten with it. That makes me feel better! LOL

Baby M is growing like a weed. Her hair is growing. She is getting rolls she is so chubby. LOVE IT!!!!! She is a wonderful baby. Happy all the time and such a joy! She likes to roll around on the floor. Play in the bathtub. Look in a mirror and be in her wrap! When she jabbers it sounds like she is saying "mama". It's cute to hear. I know she isn't calling for me but that doesn't matter.

T