Happy Halloween Pictures!!!

Well, I finally downloaded the pictures from my camera and I have some cute Halloween pictures to share. You will actually see a picture of ME! Those are few and far between because my other half only takes pictures of me when I'm sleeping, just woke up from sleeping, or just look absolutely terrible, and it's rare to get a picture of me looking normal. (Not that me in a costume is very normal...yeah, I dress like this everyday...) However, he loved walking behind me while trick-or-treating this year due to the fact that I dressed up as a ballerina with my Baby J...see last picture if you want to see his favorite shot of the night. It's the same one where Venom is picking out his wedgie. I turned around right as he finished taking it..sneaky.

Big J was Venom from Spiderman. Don't you love the pose as he's throwing out a web?! Middle J was a Dark Knight with "blood coming out my nose and a big bloody cut above my eye, Mom!" Little J was a "dumb" firefighter. "Why didn't you get me a Dark Knight costume, Mom?!" He decided it wasn't that bad when he found it had 'reflective powers'...and Baby J was a sweet, tiny pink ballerina complete with a bun and skirt! She was originally going to be a fairy but wouldn't wear the wings.

Enjoy!

It's been one year already!!

I have actually blogged for a whole year. Well, technically it was on Nov 11th, but who's paying that much attention. It's like our kids birthdays...sometimes we don't even tell them it's their birthday because we aren't going to celebrate it until that weekend anyway and who wants to hear them cry all day because they aren't having their party right then?

Hmmm...maybe we went a little to far with that one...

Anyway, Happy Belated Birthday, Blog!

ps...the picture doesn't really have any relation to this post, but I think she is just the cutest thing since my last baby...and it's one that I actually have on my computer's hard drive. I know how you all love to look at her, and my sweet sister Mindy!!!

That's a Big, Fat Lie, Doctor!

So I was losing my voice and had a sore throat Wednesday. I went to the doctor's office on Thursday hoping to avoid a weekend stuck in bed, feeling like my head might explode. I am blessed with a student doctor who is nervous as heck and keeps leaving the room. I tell him my symptoms and he says he wants to listen to my lungs. That makes sense to me so I sit up real straight on the table and stare down at the floor. I can't help but notice this innertube that's making it's way around my midsection. Ladies, you know how it goes...no matter how much weight you lose after having babies, the tummy is always the last to go...if it goes. So it doesn't help that I have a horizontal striped sweater on, either. All I see is a wide ring of magenta following a tube all the way across my tummy. This is also sometimes refered to as a muffin top...

I decide to stare at the wall instead as I breathe in and out, feeling the stethoscope make it's way around my back, then my chest, until out of nowhere I feel the stethoscope come to rest lightly on my muffin top. Startled, I look down at it, look up at the student doctor who is listening intently to something, look back down at my poor tummy, and turn again to drill laser size holes into the side of his face with my ultra-laser glare. He doesn't seem to notice because he is still very intently listening to my fat cells reproduce. I'm thinking as I'm drilling that I must be pretty unlucky to get stuck with the pervert student doctor. When he takes it off after what felt like an eternity, he turns to write something down on his chart. In my very squeaky, tiny voice I ask him , "What does fat sound like?"

He said, without looking at me, "Uhh, I'll be right back. I need to ask the doctor something," and left the room.

Liar.

Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my!

I walk into the living room from our bedroom the other night and smell pooh. I comment on this and everyone claims to have a clean bottom. So I ask if anyone stepped in some dog pooh in the backyard and tell them to check their shoes. My husband says, "No one had their shoes on. They were all barefoot when they came inside." At this point my youngest son, Little J, who is 4, yells in a panic, "AHHHH! There's a bear foot in the house!"