Party planning... or more like party procrastination.

So we are throwing Wilson's 3rd birthday this Saturday! His actual birthday is on Monday. AHH! Where does the time go??

I decided to be less crafty this time, and bought all the party supplies. There won't be any crazy decorations/favors/handmade things.

Everything was store bought, the party food will be pretty simple. Throwing up some decorations, and no crazy fancy cake. In fact, I won't have any cake, but we will be doing cupcakes.

I LOVE all those beautiful, creative, and expensive birthday parties, I keep seeing and pinning on Pinterest.

They will keep getting pinned, and keep being admired, But I won't be doing it. I'll stick to my more simpler, store bought, party!

Also, I had a nightmare last night, that I wasn't able to do ANYTHING for Wilson's birthday party. I was apparently really mad that it started raining, like in my dream, it got pitch black dark outside, and I don't know what I was doing, but then all of a sudden, it was time for the party and everyone showed up, and I was like "Uhh, I'm sorry."

Clearly, my subconscious is stressing out over this. I know everything will be fine, Wilson is going to be over the moon with his birthday present, that his Uncle James spoiled him with.

I'm not looking forward to putting this together though:

Some random picture on the internet, I think it's even less put together than this though. CRY.

Still though, I KNOW he is going to have a blast with it. Hopefully, he figures out how to steer and drive it. He's been getting a little practice in with his friend's little dune buggy. And if how he plays with that is any indication, I can tell, it's going to be a while.

On a happier note: Husband somehow managed to get 3 days off in a row, starting tomorrow! Who doesn't LOVE 3 day weekends? I know I did, when I used to work at the bank. So hurry up Wednesday! Let's get this 3 day weekend started!!

Eating some bugs...

Mudbugs that is. Which apparently, is a nickname for crawfish. My husband's squadron did a crawfish boil this past Saturday, and we went and got to eat some!

Callie trying a bite of Crawfish.

Not too sure about it.

Bug!

All that work, for a bite.

Last year we went, I wasn't very interested in trying any. It was a bit hotter and muggier last year, so I couldn't wait to go back home and sit in my nice cool house. This year, the weather was perfect!!

Wilson bounced in the bounce house pretty much the whole time, Callie was still too little for the bounce house, so we had to take turns following her around. We ended up taking the kids home for a nap, because they were starting to get really cranky.

When they woke up, we decided to be "those" people, and go back. Really, we just wanted to get Wilson into the bounce house some more to burn off some energy. When we got back, the boil was pretty much winding down. But Wilson got about another hour of bouncing.

We brought home a little more crawfish to eat.

Seriously though, it's so much work for like the tiniest bite of meat. It's still fun to do, when you aren't chasing a 17 month old around. But for a meal? No, this fatty needs a hamburger!

Eek! It's May!

Okay so I know it's actually already May. A couple of my friends posted this, and considering my age, I got this reference, and started singing the song, reverting back to my 16 year old self. Anyways, I'm sharing it again, here on my blog. For my own personal giggles, someday I'll come back to this post, and once again, remember that once upon a time, I was young.


Anyways, it's now May! My baby boy is getting closer to turning 3. My adopted nephew, Jack will be turning 3, 3 days before Wilson. It's a little bittersweet though, I know my best friend and I would've loved to plan some birthday parties together! If we could agree on a birthday party theme!

Wilson's is going to be Angry Birds!
Going to be a little more relaxed, not really going to try to do a whole bunch. I have hopefully another 3 more birthdays before Wilson starts demanding the Chuck E Cheese birthday parties. Okay, so maybe that last part won't happen that way. At least, I'm trying to raise him not to be that way.

But right now, he is going through a demanding phase. See examples below:

"Gimme hand, Mommy!"
"I want snuggles, Mommy!"
"Book! More book, Mommy!"
"Gimme hug!"
"Gimme kiss!"


AWWWWWWWW. Okay, I'm totally fine with him demanding ALL of those things. I ask him to ask me nicely though, but since he's still behind on talking, I normally can't get him to say the whole thing over again. He normally just goes, "Pweeeassee?" Which is enough for me!

Still, no signs of being ready for potty training. I thought that he would be ready by 3, but honestly, I'm not interested in trying to force him, and that's pretty much what I would be doing to him. If he showed a little more interest in wanting to sit on the potty, instead of screaming "No, I NOT POTTY." Maybe, then I would push for it.

I'm hoping soon though, he will show me he's ready, or more interested. I haven't started bribing yet, but that's pretty much my only idea on how to get him to be slightly interested. He doesn't even care when he watches his potty trained friends go to the bathroom. I thought that for sure would motivate him. He loves following the big kids around, and doing what they are doing. So color me shocked, when he still told me no. *sigh*

On his actual birthday, we will be going in for his now yearly checkup. I can't wait to see how much he has grown. He's eating so much better now. We can now get him to eat pretty much at every meal, although he is way more distractable, when we go out, or eat with company.

On a random side note, Wilson is now wearing all 3t clothing and is wearing a 7.5 shoes. He can wear his size 8s but he doesn't have especially chubby feet, so he doesn't fill them out very well.

I guess I should be glad my kids don't have chubby feet? It's hard enough trying to get the shoes on a squirmy toddler, let alone trying to shove them on some chubby baby feets.

Wilson also got his first haircut at the barber shop. But I wasn't that impressed with the haircut. So we probably won't go there again.

And that's all for now, in my random blogging session!

Callie 16 months

I've been slacking on blogging! Whoops!

So I thought I would do a 16 month update on my little one!

What an amazing little girl you are, Callie Joy. You are almost 31 inches tall and not even 22 pounds. Cry. You are tall and skinny! You can fit 18 month shirts/tops but your bottoms are all over the place, you can barely fit 12 month shorts/skorts. Jeans fall off. I'm pretty sure I could buy you 9 month shorts and you'd fit them. You are wearing size 4 shoes, and mommy is realizing that girls really do have tons of shoes. I thought you had plenty of shoes, and yet I'm constantly finding myself having to get you one more pair for some reason. (You still probably don't have that many, just seems like a lot.)

You do the funniest thing with your sippy cups, where you still haven't figured out how to tip it back to drink from it. You go and find a spot on the floor and lay down to drink. It reminds me a lot of mommy's friend's son, Dylan, who was your big brother's best friend, when we lived down at Keesler. (We MISS THEM LOTS!)

You can say a lot of different words now too!
Na-na, (banana) Choo-choo, (train) vroom vroom (car)  Hi, Bye-Bye, Juu (Juice) Mama, Daddy, Bubble, Uh-Oh. Yay. Nigh-nigh, Poo-Poo, Doggie.  You are learning how to say Thank you which sounds like "Thee thoo" and Love you "Wuff thoo" these are the ones we hear you say the most. But it's amazing!

You are still a good eater, but are getting distracted now. You will shove a lot of food in your mouth, and then when you are all done, you will try to stand up out of your high chair and climb out. When I ask if you are really all done, you tell me "No." Normally you are the first done eating. You still normally out eat your brother though. >.<

You go back and forth between, wanting us to hold your hand and letting you be a big girl, to wanting us to hold you. If we go somewhere, and I try to carry you through the parking lot, you want to be put down and walk yourself.

Same with our flight of death staircase. You LOVE to hold our hand and try to walk down the stairs. Even though you cannot do it. We are STILL trying to get you to go down on your belly, or sit and do one stair at a time. But you will not budge. You will go down those stairs like a big kid.

You LOVE to give hugs and kisses. I love how sweet you are. You also are showing a temper though! Sometimes when you are VERY tired or hungry, or just mad at brother, you have been known to try to smack anyone of us.

I found it hilarious one time, when big brother tried to take a toy you had in your hand, and you screamed "NO!" and immediately whacked him. (It wasn't enough to actually hurt him.) Then mommy had to intervene, give Callie the toy back, and redirect big brother to something else. But, I can see, you will not be bullied around.

You are getting your last teeth in (until the 2 year molars.) The canines. And they have made you a little fussy here lately, your nose is constantly runny right now as well. Hopefully they break through soon.

You are still not a big car rider, but you are getting better. Most of the time, you fuss because you want to take your shoes off. Once we get your shoes off, you are fine. All in all, you are an amazing addition to our family, and we love you lots!

Weekend fun.

On Saturday, the weather was beautiful. So we took the kids to Brown Lee Park, and let them play.

Our neighbors came, and brought their daughter's kites they had got for Easter.

It was a pretty nice day for kite flying! Not like super awesome trick kite flying, ( not that I know how to do that anyway!) but windy enough for a kite to stay up in the air with minimal effort.

Wilson loved it for a good 15 minutes. And for the memory book: his first time to fly a kite!

Alas, the lure of bigger kids to go follow, soon pulled him away from kite flying. But it was cute!

He then spent the rest of the time, climbing the huge rock, and freaking everyone out. Since he was the littlest kid up there, and well, it definitely looks iffy seeing a not yet 3 year old, who doesn't talk well, up on a very tall, fake rock.


I was actually more worried for the other kids, who kept trying to "help" him, or make him go back down.

Sadly, we had a very loud meltdown when it was time to leave. Oh, toddlerhood and your fickle ways.

Our Easter Recap.

Easter 2013 was a rainy, stormy Sunday. The kids were up at around 8:30 am. (They somehow slept in!) So we gave them their easter baskets. I don't have a picture of it to post. But they were cute little Easter baskets. Filled with the bad stuff: candy.

After the crazy storm passed, the day was okay, we dressed the kids in some nicer clothes and let them play. One of their gifts were bubbles, so we blew bubbles for the kids. Like nonstop, for an hour.

We seriously need to invest in a bubble machine.

Debated on possibly attending a UU church, but decided against it, the kids are still too little to really understand anything, so we decided to just hang out at home.

Later on in the afternoon, we had our neighbors down the street come with their two girls, and we let them eat candy, and then share a dinner together.

I made a pot roast with carrots and potatoes, and my friend made a really cute Peeps cake, and rolls for dinner.

We ate and just relaxed, while our kids bounced all over the place, hopped up on sugar.

The end!

Perfectly imperfect.

I love that I'm starting off this post with a very accurate description of myself.

I'm NOT perfect. I have flaws, weaknesses, make mistakes. Can be guilty of judging too harshly. I have a hard time curbing my list of haves. I can be rude.

I have SO many imperfections.

But I'm me. And I have wonderful qualities and quirks that make me, well, me.

I'm a good listener, I try to be kind, when I love, I love hard. I'm devoted. I like to be excessive when it comes to spoiling my loved ones, in either affection or actual items.

I'm just me. No better, no worse, than any other person out there.

I have to remind myself that, every so often.

So as I sit here drinking out of my coffee mug that is imperfectly beautiful. I get it. Even if it's only just for today.

As the awesome Dr. Suess says:

"Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you."

Thanks Dr. Suess for making it deep.