Over the past few days, life has been a little chaotic busy. Lainey has been pushing my buttons with the skills that only a two year old with the vocabulary of a 32 year old could muster, and (take a deep breath, this is a long one) the dog had surgery, the dog was at the vet for 3 days, the dog came home with a cone on his head the size of a large lamp, the dog has to be medicated and hand fed because he can't reach the dish because of said lamp, AnnaGrace learned to roll over, AnnaGrace is now not napping, Lainey learned to open doors, Lainey is now not napping, Lainey peed on the floor, Lainey pooped on the deck, now we're out of Spot Shot, the dog started bleeding and stopped peeing (which is good since I'm out of spot shot), now we go back to the vet.......
And just when I am totally having an Alexander moment, the doorbell rings.
My new best friend, whose name I never caught was holding this....
I have big plans. Really, in my mind, I have make them all the time. Huge. Big. My most recent one involved three adorable girls and one stinkin hot day. I decided that the Boss really needed a boost for Father's Day (poor buddy, lost his wedding ring on our anniversary and his computer lifeline recently bit the big one) and what better way to bring on a smile than pictures of your girls..... Please know that the odds were completely stacked against us due to the following - *it.was.blazing.hot *my children are 2, 4.5 months and 4.5 months *it.was.blazing.hot *I have shingles (another story for another day, people, please stay on topic) *have I mentioned it was hot? It was so hot we were only there outside for about 6 minutes and 9 seconds and it's hard to get a good shot in that amount of time (unless I get this for a present someday, hint, hint)
So without further ado, I present to you Father's Day 2009 Photo Shoot Disaster (please hold your applause until the end, thank you) *********************************************************************************
things started out well, Lainey was talking, Anna Grace checking on the status of her toes and Emily was apparently starving...
then Lainey decided to go old school and bring out the bunny ears, all the while I am oblivious to the fact that my right foot is in every frame
L was trying to tell me something, but I was hollering "look at the camera" in that annoying sing-songy voice....
"see mom, I told you, we forgot Buike boy"
and finally, the best one of the day...
not bad for 6 minutes, 9 seconds, huh?
All that to say, we love you, Boss. We are so thankful for you. You work hard for us, your pray for us, and even while we are apart, you hold us in your heart. You will forever be our favorite! Happy Father's Day. Hugs and kisses, J, L, AG, E, and BB
Our little Lainey Bug was born right before we went to Japan. I rationalized that there was really no need to complete her nursery, when we weren't going to be here for her to use it. (In reality, it was my procrastination disease I mentioned in a previous post rearing its ugly head!). Needless to say, when we returned from the land of the rising sun, she slept in our closet for nearly a month while I hemmed and hawed over what crib she needed.
There would be no closet sleeping for the Littles, I was prepared. I found cribs and a changing table that I loved and the Boss got them put together in record time. (We just ignore the wheels that fall off when you lift the changing table. Who needs a table that moves when you're dealing with poop, anyway?). I picked fabric for curtains and cribs, I was a woman on a mission.
Then the federal reserve clowns committee had to interfere. I walked waddled into the house one cold winters day to hear the Boss on the phone with our realtor. The rates were so low, now was the perfect time to move, blah, blah, blah. Um, really? I can hardly get out of bed and off the pot and you think now is when we should pack up? Oy vey.
So we started looking - and looking, and we looked some more. All the while, my nursery dreams were fading. Who wants to redo a room right before trying to sell? Then one February morning I woke up feeling oh-so-cruddy. The swelling of my limbs had moved to my face, giving me a pout the would make Angelina Jolie jealous. That was the beginning of being a mama of three and the end of the house hunt - for the most part.
Now it's June, the girls are starting to sleep better and I am ready for them to be in their room. The bedding is washed and the clothes are in the closet (okay, mostly they are on the floor, floor/closet, it's all the same). The Boss still looks at houses from time to time and I am on board, so long as it's the right house for us. But for now, this is our home and the littles need some paint! I had no idea how many shades of pink existed in this world. Let me assure you the answer is too many. I have five different hues on the wall right now, some look kinda peachy, some resemble an elderly gal's purple do. I want you to let me know which one YOU like. Although, if you say the peachy one, you run the risk of being banned from this blog. Other than that, all opinions are welcome!