I think its time to quit smoking

I think Noah has picked up my Attitude a little too much.  I often say to the boys.  If you don’t do this then I wont let you do that.  Well today when my mom was over we were harmlessly making jokes how fat baby Emma is.  Just look at those chunky thighs…how can you not crack jokes about those?

Noah did not take this very well.  He is very protective of his baby sister.  After he had enough of our joking around, he turns to me and my mom and says “if you two don’t stop you will not go out side and smoke any more”.

There are many things wrong with that statement.  And I think its time for me to quit smoking.

Just pee in the damn cup already

So,  Yesterday the doctor called and said he needed a urine sample from Andrew.  He said we could bring him up there and they would tie something around his pee pee and wait for him to go or we could try getting it our selves.  I know that if they would have tied something around Andrew he would have flipped the hell out and clamped up and there was no way we would be getting that pee.   So I took Andrews diaper off  and me and my husband followed his little but around with plastic cups just waiting to catch that pee.  We were litterly on our hands and knees just following around his tiny old man looking butt.  So after an hour NOTHING.  So I suggested we put him in the bathtub maybe the warm water will help.  So we waited…and waited…and kept telling him to stand because if he sat down he would be cold( yeah yeah I had to lie I had to get that pee) and 15 mins later I caught the pee!!!!!!!!!!!

And tommrow….I have to get him to Drink the barium for CT scan…..

Did you really just say that?

God love my husband but sometimes I could beat him.  Ryan absolutely does not think before he speaks.  AT ALL!  And often gets his inappropriate mouth in trouble.  Especially with me.

I had a baby about 4 months ago.  And I have been trying like hell to fit into my size one pants.  Its been a struggle.  My other kids I dropped the baby weight fast.  This time its been hard.  Well This morning I grabbed my pair of capris that I have been trying to fit over my fat thighs for the longest time.  I grabbed them and headed toward the bathroom.  I closed the door braced my self for let down and began to put them on.  Step one, got them over the first half of my legs…YES!  Step two, get them over the fattest part of my chunky thighs,  I wiggled, I jumped, squirmed every which way I could, SUCESS!!! Step 3, get them over my fat butt and actually button them,  I jumped, I danced around, I wiggled my but, I tried sucking my butt fat in, YES!!!!!  I did it!!!!  By this time I had sweat pouring off my forehead and I was fucking exhausted.  But I did it!  They fit.  Sure I had a massive muffin top going on and I couldn’t button them but I didn’t give a shit.  Those mother fuckers actually fit.  I proudly strutted my pants around the house waiting for my husband to notice that I got into my pants.  And as i was doing the dishes he looked at me and said “BABE!  You squeezed into your pants,  Thats great!  You must be exhausted after that”…….