Donde and LL (2)

Donde and LL (2),
originally uploaded by dshayes.

I am trying to figure out how to post pics to the blog using Flickr, so hang in there. I am getting closer. I think. I thought I would start with this super sweet pic of me and Loulou. She (read: we) Has put on some poundage since this pic was taken.

Bunko!

I sent my boys to Havre to spend the night with Grandma Montana and I hosted a Bunko tourney here this evening. We had a hoot. I was thankful at many points during the evening Plus One wasn't here trying to sleep.

It felt like the loneliness that fills my house sometimes was washed away. All that energy and laughter seemed to seep into the walls and feed the house. (Mom if you are reading this, don't call me and tell me dramatic). It is a much needed feeling to have love and laughter bouncing around your house.

We are thinking of doing it again in a month!

Nope, not gonna do it

Plus One and I got into a battle of all battles over him wearing a cap while out in the sun. I know, it is silly to fight with a 10 month old baby over the wearing of a hat, but 1) the was sunnier then blazes 2) he is too darn cute in a cap and 3) I'm the mommy. So, he finally got over it, and would at least wear it for 15 minutes at a time. However, just to let me know who's boss, he would still fling it off if I had my back turned for too long.

The babe is going to be 11 months old tomorrow. I have started brushing up his birth story that I plan to post on his birthday. What a flood of memories. I am so ready to have another baby. The debate between drugs and no drugs is still alive in and well in my head. I am so interested to know, if I can just trust my body and get through it under the right circumstances. Namely, not having a hateful nurse glaring at me from across the room. Guess I better start with getting pregnant.

Yep, we're in Montana

The other night we went out to dinner with Mr. Thinkin' s department from work and while we were sitting around enjoying dessert the topic of what bands we liked or listened to in high school came up. Most of the people at the table graduated in the late 80's. I said, we used to listen to a lot of AC/DC on basketball trips. Now, being that I graduated in '94, the response anywhere else I have ever lived, would be been something along the lines of..."That's sad." But not in Montana. Instead it was pointed out to me, that high school teams still warm-up to AC/DC at games. Yikes.

It's rainy...

So, the title pretty much explains my mood. Or not so much mood, as energy-level. I have been trying to bounce back from the cold that seems to have it's grips on our whole house. Plus One ended up developing the stomach flu, for the second time in three weeks. After three days of puking we finally took him to the dr. on Saturday morning. She moved him to lactose-free formula for a couple of days and that seem to help put a halt to the puking.

Mother's day was great. Mr. Thinkin' did a good job of getting thoughtful gifts and cards. He even traced the baby's hand in the card from him. I thought that was cute. We went to church and then to brunch (featuring a seafood buffet). It was so good. I ate and ate! Then we headed home for a nap. It was awesome. I felt very honored!

The Snot Twins

Plus One is dripping snot and I, being the mature adult that I am, have been blowing my noses non-stop. This is Wy's first snot drippin' cold and he feels pretty yucky. His little blue eyes water and he has sneezed 759 times today. Poor little dude. I hit him with some Tylenol and put him to bed 15 minutes early.

We had a good day. It was sunny and in the 40s. The sun lifted out spirits, but we didn't spend much time outside. I am currently shopping for some fun toys for the yard. Something Little Tykes sounds in order. We just need something to focus on instead of eating grass!

Mr. Thinkin' is in Seattle on business until tomorrow night. I thought we would be marching head on into baby making upon his arrival home. However, "my friend" (as Mr. Thinkin' calls it) has other plans. I started last Tuesday and am still going strong. Something is strange, but the Dr. Doesn't want to see me unless things haven't worked out, read: STOPPED, by Monday! There is speculation that I may have been a little bit pregnant and now my body is just a little wacked. Something about my body not being able to read my hormones and not knowing when to stop bleeding. I KNOW this is a lesson in not being such a control freak and an example that I can not plan every single moment of my life. I am just praying that things out themselves out. Just giving it to God (wink) and letting it go (wink wink).

Tomorrow I am going to clean....Spring clean...really clean...put everything away. I may need to put aside more than a day for this cleaning I am speaking of. Oh, who am I kiddin'?? I am going to try to pick up and put things away, but I will be taking breaks to watch All My Chickens and Stating Over. I may or may not get all the laundry finished and it will be a miracle if I both vacuum and mop.

Loulou, my sweet doxie (not Mimi, the other not so sweet one) has been butt-scooting lately. I am not sure what action to take. But I am horrified to think that she could leave a brown streak on my white carpet. If only I could reason with her. She is such a little lady, and would just die if she knew how bad it would be to leave "a trail". She is current on all her shots and was wormed not that long ago. I am stumped. I guess if it doesn't cease I will call the whispering "V-E-T".

I will sign out for now. I need to buy more Kleenex soon! The dragging around of a roll of tp is too w.t. for even me.

Feeling Guilty

This morning I woke up feeling guilty for not being self-confident. I know that is one of the things that Mr. Thinkin' was attracted to when we first met. Now six years later I feel like a mess, and he probably gets tired of my whining. I would be if the tables were turned. I guess that makes me pretty self-centered or human. Two goals: to bring back the laughter. When Mr. Thinkin' and I can just giggle and get over things, life is so much better. Secondly, self-affirmation. I need to stop looking outside of myself to determine how I feel.

Church was really good yesterday, and after not being thrilled with the election of the new Pope, I have a renewed faith that I can be a Catholic. I was scoping the congregation for potential moms for the new mom's group. There seem like a ton.

Along the guilty lines I finally snapped at Plus One for the screaming. I wanted to just hide I felt so bad. He was just frustrated and why I let a 10 month old get the better of me is beyond me. Poor little guy just looked at me like, "Jeeze Mom you don't have to be mean."

I am off to do laundry and menu plan for the week.