Friday, April 30, 2010
Here's the big kids doing what they do best...swinging!
Get real close to the screen so you can see the look on Scott's face. That little guy...I could just eat him up!
And seriously, see how high Ava is right now? She's like parallel to the ground!
And while they were swinging, Warren was concentrating intently on his tractor. Very serious business.
As is carrying around a teeny tiny basketball.
But he's not all serious. He has a fun side too!
And to round things out, my mountain. I just love that view. And if Nick wins the fight (he won't) and we move into base housing (we won't) I will NOT be able to see my mountain from my backyard. And we certainly can't have that!
And as a last note: I was determined not to get on the Eat Pray Love bandwagon. It's had SO MUCH hype, and I'm so sick of movies about people who get married too young (hello!) and then their husbands are losers and they have to rediscover themselves in their forties. I mean, whatever, to each her own. But this book (and so naturally the movie) have just gotten too much hype, so I was determined that I wasn't going to like it or have anything to do with it, even though it was Julia Roberts. I saw the author once on the Today show and she was sort of a bitch. BUT...last night I saw the preview. And there's a reason it's gotten so much hype! I mean, I literally had goosebumps. Sigh. So I'll be adding to all the hype when it finally comes out. Double sigh.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Brandi babysat, which is good, since I am apparently the only person on the entire island who is on a budget and not prepared to shell out uber bucks for babysitters every four days. In Virginia, even when I only had my little Baby Ava, I made it a point to NOT go to functions that were "no kids." That's just silly! Why have a function where you can't bring more than HALF of your family? I guess I'll have to cave in every now and then, but trust me, it will NOT be a common occurrence. As much as these little animals grate on my last nerve, they're part of the package. Team Engelbrecht.
And just look at these little guys. Tuesday was the worst day so far, which is sort of nice, because things have at least been better than THAT. This picture below was taken at about ten. Nick lets me sleep till seven, so I'd only been up for three hours, and those kids had like, rubbed my raw nerves with sandpaper. Every single thing they did and said was just KILLING me! So finally, Ava went to Julia's (oh dear Lord, You knew what You were doing when you made this house call to me- if it weren't for Julia, I would already have flown home to live in Biloxi) and I was enjoying my book on the couch while Warren napped and Scott played with his tools.
Or so I thought. He sneakily went into the fridge, got the fixins for a glass of chocolate milk, and then, I guess, when he couldn't get the lid off his cup, he went back in and got the next best thing-ice cube trays? Huh? Oh well.
It was so cute, I just ran in to get my camera, took a few (dozen) shots, and then put the milk away.
And just because these pictures below came off the camera while I was getting the rest ready for the post, here's Lee on Sunday, right after we unpacked our brand... new Band Hero game! Grandpa Kenny got us a Wii forever ago, and we've been talking about Band Hero and Rock Band forever, so we finally got it. So fun. And I have TONS of video of my kids doing Taylor Swift, I just gotta figure out how to get it off the video camera.
Anyway, here's Lee, the drummer. You know, cause all drummers need a sturdy pair of goggles.
As do guitarists.
I took these three pictures below to remind myself that Warren does not, in fact, cry for twenty four hours every day. Almost, but not quite. I'm giving him until he cuts these last few teeth, and if the crying continues, we're going to a doctor. And if they won't help me, we're going to the ER every day until someone takes me seriously. I seriously CANNOT continue to live with him crying so much. It's not normal, there HAS to be something wrong. He's too old to just cry for hours on end like that!
And then there's this little chica. Being older, and more verbal (read:sassy, disrespectful, and talk-back-ish) she often bears the brunt of my rage and depression. I'm going to have to finally break down and make one of those behavior charts, because spanking her and sending her to time outs just aren't cutting it any more. But, that would entail getting off the couch, so we'll see how that goes. Nick has talked her into giving up her pacifier when she starts swim lessons on May 11th and then (as soon as I figure out a way to deprive her of her three cups of water every night after dinner, without feeling like I'm torturing her- I mean, how cruel is that?) we're gonna work on no more diapers to bed. Of course, I'd rather she still slept in a crib and snuggled with me all day...but I digress.
Here she is, getting ready to go play in the hundred degree heat. Which, by the way, the heat is NOT helping my foul mood! She's wearing her Princess Belle skirt, her cowgirl costume boots, her shirt that she wore to school (leaving this on means she hasn't technically 'changed clothes' which she isn't allowed to do without express verbal permission) and either her Ariel or Singapore hat. Backwards. Oh my GOSH I could just eat her up!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Secondly, am I the only mom who watches Max and Ruby for hours on end? The same episodes, over and over and over? Yes, my children do watch more tv than I ever wanted them to, but I'm just thankful it's not Sponge Bob or The Sopranos. But seriously, back to Max and Ruby. Great stories (for babies) about learning to share and deal with pesky little brothers (how perfect!) but where are Max and Ruby's parents?!?! Are they dead? Do they have a guardian? Ruby is always taking care of Max all alone, and she's a Girl Scout, so certainly she isn't old enough to be a full time legal guardian. Maybe they would be better off with the Sopranos...
Third: How awesome that two days after I bitch about not being able to find matching headers and backgrounds, my fave site for all things blog bling updates their goodies? It's the little things ya'll.
Fourth: I haven't worked out (or stepped on a scale) since before we left Connecticut. On Feb 4. I caught sight of my rear today in a mirror (my closet has mirror doors! GROSS!!!) and I thought that the fan we leave running 24/7 had billowed my dress out a little bit, know what I mean? So I smoothed it down. It wasn't billowed out. My sixth grade teacher had a rear end that I'll never forget as long as I live. I always wondered how she ended up like that. Now I know. It's hard to get motivated because I'd like to get going with the last kiddo, so I feel like "why work out (or skip that last half of Scott's birthday cake) if I'm just gonna get huge anyway?" And somehow, telling myself that if I start the pregnancy in shape, I won't gain sixty pounds- just not cutting it. I worked out five days a week with Warren, well into my thirty sixth week, including weights. And I gained sixty pounds. Didn't do a damn thing with Scott- same sixty pounds. And like I've said before, I plan on getting a tummy tuck after I'm done anyway, so why not tack some rear end and upper thigh lipo on the bill? Ugh. (And no mom, I'm not pregnant yet. I wouldn't tell you like this. Especially after Arika stole my thunder last time!)
Fifth: I gotta get some pics so you'll see the huge scope of this problem, but we have a mango tree in our backyard and mangos fall from the sky all day. And all night. The ones that don't land on the tin roof of the shop with a loud, frightening BUMDUMBUMBUM hit the ground where they split open and start to rot. We're talking complete ground cover here. On a daily basis. I picked them up last week and got SEVEN trashbags full. Nick picked them up three days later and got two. And today, two days after Nick did it, the ground is once again covered, at least another three bags. Do mangos have a season? How can they, when there are no seasons here? Am I doomed to be picking up mangos for the next three years? Double UGH.
Sixth: Seriously, does the boat not have a phone? What if there's a fire? I've given up on getting a call. Time to go watch Max and Ruby.
Umm, I mean, time to go watch something cool. Not a preschool cartoon. Cool. Because I'm awesome.
Monday, April 19, 2010
We decided to throw an impromptu BBQ on Sunday, after Nick finally got his new grill unpacked. You know how people always joke around about women buying new purses? Well, that's sort of how Nick is about his grill. But hey, the man makes anything on his grills taste amazing so whatever, he can buy as many grills as he needs. Anyway, he set it up and then we needed an excuse to grill copious amounts of food. Enter the perfect excuses: 1)we need to celebrate for Scott, 2)we need to show off Big Ugly and how we're slowing and surely transforming her into Big Stylish (in my own opinion, that is) and 3)we need to socialize with all the guys Nick works with so I can meet all the wives. Hence, the shin dig.
It was SO FUN! Good times were had (I hope) by all.
We started with just Team Engelbrecht, unwrapping a few gifts.
While the big kids were actually playing with the basketball hoop that came INSIDE of it, Warren was having the time of his life with the BOX. I know that mothers everywhere always joke about kids liking the boxes better, but it still never ceases to amaze me.
Don't these boys look like they're up to no good?
If you're trying to make out if Scott's shirt really says what you think it says, yes, it does. And the best part? I got this shirt months ago, WAY before he started referring to himself as such. As most of you know, I'm a little psychic. I got it from watching the X-Files all those years ago :)
Then everyone showed up and we all headed outside to play and eat. And eat. And eat. And then eat just a little more.
This is Mindy's son Russ. Doesn't he look like he should be Warren and Scott's brother? BTW, Mindy, if you're reading this and you would rather I not post pics or name names, just let me know. I can totally take it all down.
My sweet Lee, who, despite appearances, is just five months older than Ava. A lot of times, people seem to expect him to ACT like a ten year old, since he LOOKS like a ten year old, but he's just a sweet almost-five year old, and I think this pic captures his personality perfectly!
A rainbow, without the pesky rain...
Time for cake!
Lee's little brother Easton...
Making laundry day even MORE fun!
Happy Birthday Baby!