Bombs Away

Today marks the beginning of Mama Boot Camp- to get my Boot back in shape. We’ve hit the magical six week mark. Not sure what that means, other then I probably can’t get away licking the bowl of my Christmas baking that is to come, and cashing in my ‘no exercise’ free pass that I have been using the past several months.

 The holidays aren’t an ideal time to begin steering away from my favorite Christmas cookies and yummy carbs, but ain’t no time like the present. The weather isn’t getting any warmer and this Mama has to be able to squeeze into some warm jeans hanging in my closet come winter.

Oh, the things we do for our kids.

Little Guy, is doing just the opposite. He is packing on the pounds, cheeks growing plumper, and just last week he outgrew his first outfit. Sadly, it was my favorite soft, blue, footed Kissy Kissy, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. He is doing his job, and I must be doing mine too.

In full disclosure, I did have another not-so-proud parenting moment when I fed Fatso a bottle using a Dr. Brown’s #3 nipple. For those of us that are new to the Dr. Brown nipple numbering system, a #3 is what an experienced, sane mother would use for her 9 month old baby. Although in my defense, I was half asleep at 3:00 am feeding him, I thought to myself that he sucked it down rather fast. After inhaling his snack, I paid the price with a baby full of gas. Shame, shame. 
Today I almost redeemed myself by introducing him to his “lovey” which is a soft, satin bunny that he can hold and rub against his face. His little hands now always want to grab something, and lately it has been my hair. The lovey makes a nice substitute and allows my chia pet hair to remain intact.

Back to Christmas decorating and online ordering while the girls are away at school.


Camouflage, Children & Cheetos

Thanksgiving has come and gone. Once again. Each year seems to get here sooner and sooner, and then poof- it’s in the rear view mirror. We made the most of our extended weekend with camouflage, camping, hunting, target practice, Cheetos, Chick Fil A- all seasoned with a dash of family too.

The girls were super excited about heading to the plantation {aka hunting lodge}, particularly when Daddy told them they didn’t have to bathe while gone. Score- Britton’s paradise.

Mr. R’s Daddy came to our neck of the woods to visit, post Turkey. The girls really enjoyed seeing him after so many years. B kept him quite entertained in the deer stand Saturday afternoon, I am told.

Loving Kenley’s excited expression.

This little guy sported his camo for the send off but stayed back with his Mama while the rest of the crew went to the Plantation for a night.

‘Grandaddy Frank’ brought K a hat for her first hunting experience. It matched her pink T-shirt quite nicely.
K played her Nintendo DSi for almost two hours while in the deer stand- this translates to success in her Daddy’s book.

Mr. R might as well have spit out these two…  That feather is still hanging on.

Happy 6 week birthday to the little Butterball! Hope you enjoyed your first Thanksgiving weekend. Buckle up, next stop… Christmas.

We are Thankful

I am thankful for lots of dirty laundry…
because it means we have lots of clothes and a washing machine and dryer to clean them so easily.

I am thankful for dirty dishes…
because it means that we had food to fill our plates.

I am thankful that I am a 24/7 chauffeur for my children…
because I have a car to take them to school and dance and anywhere else we want or need to go

I am thankful for our house payment…
because that means we still have our home at at time when so many people have lost theirs

I am thankful for the stress from my job…
because I have one and I am needed to make a difference.

I am thankful that God knows our every need…
knowing that He feeds the birds and clothes the lilies and therefore is faithful to care for my family when we have need

I am thankful that…
nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Give Thanks!

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38, 39

Happy Thanksgiving!

It Takes a Village

One child is playing the Wii, another watching a Harry Potter DVD on the laptop, Little Bit is sleeping in his crib for the first time, and I got a pot roast in the oven.

I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it lasts.

It certainly does take a village to raise a child.

Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, dear friends, and everyone in between.

Uncle Casey reading Kenley a bedtime story
Aunt Muffy, Kenley’s Godmother, flew in from Washington state.
Aunt Shea, Kenley’s other Godmother came over for a good squeeze.
Aunt Coco has all but raised this one- her Goddaughter.

Raynes’ pretend big brother

Big sister holding our boy while Mama gets dinner ready

Aunt Britty reminding me of ‘Tummy Time’

Aunt G giving him a nightly bath in his new tub

And of course, the Village Chief.

5 weeks old

Where would I be without them?

One Month Photos- Michael Raynes

A lot of things are different with the third baby. You don’t worry about second, or even third, hand donations from friends.  Generic diapers are suddenly okay. You don’t have a Parenting Magazine subscription. And you didn’ purchase a ‘baby plan’ from your favorite photographer to capture the milestone birthdays.
Hence, my own 1 month photographs of our butterball.

One thing that does remain the same– it’s just as much fun the third time around.