When I woke up this morning, I thought I was still dreaming. The clock read 9:00 am… Nine a.m.!
Thank you hubby for letting me sleep in! I might have just aged backwards several years today.

As if that wasn’t enough- he took the girls to Florida State Art Expo this morning, where Britton’s artwork had been selected for display (there were 18 pieces out of 900+ students).

Daddy daycare continued throughout the day while I snuck away to Thomasville, babyless, with my Mama this afternoon.

Aunt Shea, the queen of advice, came to meet little R while Daddy then took the girls to visit Tucker at her boarding school.

I think Aunt Shea just wanted to see what a little boy looks like up close and personal…

Raynes sported his camo gear in honor of Day O’ Daddy… That’s how we roll.

Eleven Days Old

Halloween is days away, and Little Bo Peep and our young Mermaid are ready for some serious candy collecting in our neighborhood.

I managed to hang up half of my Halloween decor this year… the other half is still draped over my kitchen chair waiting for it’s designated place. I’m thinking that place will be back to the plastic storage container.
Halloween Parties have begun….
Little Bo Peep still thinks I am going to be making a sheep costume for both Raynes and Poochie. I don’t know how to break it to her that this tired ol’ Mama cannot fathom concocting a home made costume this late in the game.. Bribery perhaps?

Luckily Kenley dug out an old Mermaid costume from the dress up box and she seems to be happy with the slightly torn, moderately small, flammable costume she found at the bottom of the box.

That’s my girl!

Yesterday morning, once the kids got off to school, I was enjoying a peaceful, quiet morning moment with Raynes– gazing into his little face, listening to him breathe, rubbing his blond eye brows, when suddenly he projectile vomited all over me, the couch, the Boppie, himself- and anything else within a two foot range.

And so it ’tis life. He repeated his performance in the car pool line— got the car seat and himself really well. Luckily, a little throw up doesn’t seem to bother him as we couldn’t get home to change him for an hour. Poor little fellow.

This meant a shampoo and blow dry for little bit…

Cousin Avery came by to meet Cousin Raynes… and wouldn’t you know it, K and Avery have matching pants. And nope, I didn’t make Avery’s sassy pants.

Now that child can talk better than most adults I know.. only 2 1/2– must be her incredible gene pool…

Raynes notices Poochie for the first time today. Nice to meet ya.

Thought I would never hear the end of it when Sassy spotted her “wrinkled” {her words, not mine} hands in a photo earlier this week. Have to redeem myself…. So here is ‘Sporty Sassy’ giving Raynes another bath.

Totally random, but… I came across this old POST .. which still rings true, 4 years later.. although I would have to add.

Never under estimate your heart’s ability to expand, and expand even further.


Daddy’s Girls

Three kids, I am finding, is definitely a two man operation. Mr. R has really stepped up to the plate by entertaining our girls, helping with the baby, grocery shopping, while I run around like a chicken with my head cut off.
My Dad always used that phrase.

A weekend wouldn’t be a Mr. R kinda weekend without a little fishing and hunting too. He took the girls down to the lake, and while he was getting B set up with her pole, Kens took it upon herself to cast, catch, reel AND unhook her very own first fish.

She was so proud of her accomplishment.

The fish loved the Wal-mart worms and sure were biting…. B managed to catch her limit as well.

Monday morning, with the cooler weather arriving, Mr. R took Britton into the weeds to sit in the deer stand, in hopes of seeing “the big one”.

She sat bundled up on the floor of the deer stand, with a smile on her face. As I always say to myself, don’t let the bedazzled t-shirts fool you. This girl is all tom-boy. She could have cared less whether or not they saw 10 bucs, or nothing it all. These girls just like spending time with their Daddy.

Unanswered Prayers

While I am falling in love, I am also falling pitifully behind in trying to capture any type of remotely creative shots, as I cannot seem to make myself put this little guy down.
He nestles into the nook of my neck, making soft purring sounds, just looking at the new world around him.
The little Sweet Pea doesn’t cry unless you change his diaper, and even then it’s only for the 20 seconds it now takes me to change him. 
When I look in his eyes, I am so grateful to have him in our family. We waited long time for this little boogar- a miscarriage and many months thereafter- we spent much prayer over whether or not a third child we would ever have– and am so glad that God always has bigger plans than I can dream.
For a long time I would pray that Mr. R would want another baby. Eventually, I flip-flopped that prayer and focused on myself, asking instead for God to take away the will for me to want another baby.
Well, that was an unanswered prayer, because try as I might- I still felt deep in my heart that our family wasn’t complete yet.
My friend Shea- tells it like it is and gives good advice. When we were debating whether or not we would have another baby- she said, “Garrett- it’s a win win. You will never look back and say, wish I had one more with all the extra time and money we have. Nor, will you ever look at that third child and say, wish we hadn’t done that.” 
Ain’t that the truth?
And she is so right. It’s a win-win for anyone thinking or praying for more children.
Day Nine
Thankfully, prayer works because I am holding him.

Day Eight… I think.

Okay, no sugar coating it.
I be tired. I mean, really tired.
Cannot seem get all the things I want accomplished- or even come close to it. Miss Type-A’s house officially looks like Miss Type-B has arrived and is here to stay.
For instance,I’ve been meaning to put away the large Costo-sized supply of toilet paper for two days now. Instead, I just walk past it and think, hmmm.. need to put that away at some point.
Paint my horrendous fingernails a pretty shade of nude for Fall. Nope, not today {or yesterday, or the day before that. I mean, who really looks at my nails anyway}.
Start writing one of ump-teen thank you notes– this too gets pushed off towards tomorrow.
Pay bills online that have been arriving the past week while I was out… nah, tomorrow they will be there. Make appointment for Poochie’s vaccination that I received a notice for months ago- the dog has been okay this long, another day won’t hurt.

Trivial things, this I know– but seriously.

Is it me or is her upper lip snarling?

Tonight I wrote on the wrong friend’s facebook wall, asking her if she had her baby yet. Woops.
I swapped the girls sandwiches in their lunchboxes- Kenley got the PB&J.
I almost poured Similac into my coffee this morning. Gross.
Kenley has been tasked with reminding me to take the baby out of the car, and into the house… just in case.

Someone finally got those training wheels taken off….

But… at the end of the day, I still have this.

Poor Poochie- Kenley dresses her every morning in her party dress.

And it is all so worth it.
And this I know is true.

Sweet Pea

I think I’m gonna like this whole boy thing after all.
Correction… I know I will.
This lil’ sweet pea is… knock on wood… sweet. Night time feedings are predictable, swift, and painless. Third time is the charm and Daddy even woke up for the late night feedings last night, which is a huge help in keeping my sanity in check and hormonal tears at bay.
I found myself crying while watching Oprah describe the large flash mob in Chicago a couple seasons back. It really is kind of sweet if you think about it… all those people dancing together. Okay, now it sounds crazy but it was moving at the time.

Honestly, the hardest part so far has been the girls- a little extra sass and whiney-ness can make evenings somewhat chaotic.
Although those roles will likely reverse in the coming weeks I am enjoying having a baby in the house once again.

4 days old

Sassy has given him both his baths– three children later and there are two things I am still scared of.
Baby fingernails and infant suppositories. Finally, I have conquered my fears on all accounts.

 Second bath

Kenley has decided she likes the house without the dogs- and is picketing to get rid of both dogs in exchange for Raynes.

I think Mr. R would like to keep all the children and animals. Ee ii ee ii oh.

Time to rustle someone awake so he can have some lunchtime vittles.