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!