Sara Faith Says:

Mommmm, ima pway thofbaw jus wike Sanana. I pway furs base. I pway thecond base an I pway home! Let's hab some puddup (pudding)!

NO!! Not da bwush! I wike my tewwible hair!

Bikes are dangerous!

 The husband wants a bike. Always has but we can never justify buying one with.. you know... 3 kids! I'm not too broken up about it cause I kinda think they are dangerous anyways.  This particular motorcycle crashed in front of our driveway Sunday morning.

It was not some crazy freak accident. My MIL was turning into my driveway and says she never saw him. Just heard when he crashed to avoid hitting her. He was going straight by the way. She turned in front of him. geeez!

Sorry Mr but since you crashed into the street instead of nailing her car, she becomes a witness instead of involved and you can't benefit from her awesome insurance. (according to the police report.) That stinks cause he only had liability and well can you even see the damage? It's mostly on the front windsheild/light area. He was bleeding pretty bad and he thinks his leg and hand were broken.

I think no bikes for the Pirtles. Especially if we are driving around his mom. Just saying.

harper kate walking

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Just a little diddy about my rediculous day..

I think most of my life can be summed up with a little song or two.

(To the tune of Mary had a Little lamb -- so you can sing along)


Lisa had a little dog, little dog, little dog.
Lisa had a little dog. He's brown and white with spots.

He rode with her to school today, school today, school today.
He rode with her to school today. He jumped outta the truck.

She chased him around the parking lot, parking lot, parking lot.
She chased him around the parking lot and looked like an idiot.

She kicked his little butt, little butt, little butt.
She kicked his little butt. He's in the backyard for a very very very long time!

techmess

I can't figure out what is wrong with this blog layout. I'm going to cry if I have to start over!

Who says a swing is just for one Doubling with Sissy is much more fun!

Wanna see my house?

A few times people ask me if I read Kelly's Korner Blog because I have a baby named Harper. Well I have seen it but NO that is not where I got her name. I actually know of a few Harper's and ther was this one writer.... Anyways there is an event on her blog called Show Me Your Life asking for pictures of your house. It is a different room each week and this week is dining rooms. Apparently they have already done living rooms and master bedrooms but since I'm not a regular reader I missed those :( (I may just post some anyways!) Most of you know my house is listed right now so I have some pictures already taken.

I love new Friends ;)

Hello to friends from Design it Chic!

SF at Library 9-16-10

We're in the business of POTTY TRAINING

We are TRYING to potty train Sara faith. 

she still thinks I'm cool so looking back doesn't quite suck yet

I am sitting her with Savannah watching the Auburn/Ms. State game while she is looking at my Jr High yearbooks. This is absolute proof the texting codes/symbols existed long before cell phones. Every note written in the yearbook contained

C-ya,

<3>

2 lovers

+2gether

_______

4ever
BFF, LYLAS, K.I.T, wuz up or down (but with arrows you know..) N-2-M-H

even INVU4URAQT. wow.

Out in the street just working on my fitness

I decided to not do the treadmill and take it outside. I have the sweetest MIL who will come over and watch the babies while I go do this fitness thing.

baby sense

I always wondered what age she would start asking questions. So far.. none. She just accepts that she knows all the answers.

Tonight I told her a friend of mine was having her baby and another friend just found out she was pregnant. Somehow the conversation turned into this:

Savannah: "I can't believe you don't know this! The mom and dad kiss, their germs get mixed up and since the mom has extra room in her tummy, the germs get all clogged up there and make a baby."

Well of coarse, that makes perfect sense. I thanked her for clearing it up.

Harper's 1st birthday

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Harper's 1st birthday

My sweet Harper turned 1 yesterday :) That is so exciting for any baby, but for her it is doubly exciting considering all she's been through! I don't go all out for 1st birthdays. I learned my lesson with Savannah but we did have some icecream cake (the hubs favorite) and of coarse Harper got her own cupcake. I am about to post some pictures of her diving into it. She was so precious in her little tutu that my friend made for her!

She is the person she will be.

I tried to set up my phone for mobile blogging yesterday but I can't send pictures. Who wants to read anything that doesn't have pictures?? Not me. I will hopefully figure it out. I used to be able to do it but they change their HTML or something and now I am out of the loop. Boo.



Pretty soon Savannah will help me with electronics. The only good thing about babies getting older.


Actually I do look foward to her getting older. I look foward to conversations with her as an adult. I'm not wishing time away or anything but I am excited about all things Savannah. She is at an age right now that might very well be my all-time favorite. She loves her mom and is not too cool for me. She still wants to be tucked in at night but can get up and get herself ready in the mornings. She has intelligent opinions and is so cute and conversational and I L-O-V-E that laugh! She is a different kind of cute than when she was little. A new cute. She giggles at appropriate things like something she read or figured out, not just the silliness small kids come up with like " that dog has an alligator tail" (she said that once when she was 4 and cracked herself up :) She is compassionate and has a great sense of self. She has a very real sense of right/wrong and takes responsibility for decisions she has made. I am loving this particular 8 year old at my house. She has started to become the person she will be. When you are pregnant or have a small baby, you wonder what or who they will be. I get these glimpses of her as an individual and I melt.

• She is not the bully; she is the comforter.
• She is sensative and takes everything to heart.
• She is creative in many ways.
• She is sweet. I mean very sweet. She wants everyone around her to be happy or she isn't.
• She loves music. In a way I never did.
• She is a caretaker/very nurturing.
• She has no problem getting in front of a crowd. Actually she loves it.
• She is smart. Dangerously smart. Keep this girl occupied kind of smart.
• She is driven. She wants so much out of life and can't settle on one thing. "I can't choose, Momma. I want to do them all!"
• When she grows up she wants to be a chef, masseuse, teacher, vet, lawyer (the last 3 are new as of third grade. She says she is thinking the other 2 are hobbies)

Savannah always wanted to be a sister. Literally. She told me regularly and named the kids she knew who had siblings. She took her many dolls with her and I remember this lady said "Oh, aren't you a sweet mommy?" She quickly responded, "No, these are my mom's. I'm the sister. no responsibility." She named those dolls and I remember telling her if she was going say they were all mine, she had to stop giving each baby a different last name.

Even the kids she knows now that are only children, she feels bad for them. As an only child for 6 years, we wondered how she would do when Sara Faith was in the picture. When she was born, of coarse it was easy. She was a baby and it was exciting and new. Now two and a half years later, I can say she is the best big sister and these girls have filled a whole in her little heart. She is so gentle and kind. She plays with Sara Faith and feeds Harper. She grumps at me when I ask her to do things but NEVER if it is doing something for them. She is so proud of them. She wants everyone to see them and know they are her sisters. She thinks they are "so sweet--- awe Mommy, did you see her? How CUTE!" She ask me everynight if SF can sleep with her. When Sara Faith bites (we are working on that), she doesn't get mad at her, she turns to me to correct the issue. But I can't be too hard on her now because her big sister won't have that ;) I love my VannahBean/FunnyBunny!

big sister- protecter, confidant, friend.

Mobile blogging yet?

The glorifying job of washing other people's under-roos

This is what awaits me today. This s what happens when you have a really bad 2 weeks and think you are "entitled" to off time. I'm not cleaning, cooking or doing laundry because I am a whiny baby. OOOPSIE.

What you can't see is the towels on the floor and stay tuned for the hallway photo-op.

There must be something else more important that needs to be done. Anything but this. I should not have to do this. I detest laundry. I love it when it's clean and put away but the worst part is folding and puting it up! I have a new rule. It doesn't leave the laundry room unless it is folded or on a hanger already. Otherwise it will stay in a basket until you are picking through it to find underwear. yep! Not always- calm down- just sometimes.

I have always done my own laundry. Obviously my mom did it when I was real small but I guess about JR High I started doing my own. Probably because my clothes were the worst. I changed clothes a million times a day (Savannah is giving me major payback already!) We had to sort it, wash it, fold it and put it away. I thought I'd die. I mean was I being punished? My friends didn't have to do their laundry--- I assumed. I had a white Dance Team uniform then and I remember my mom saying they should have given me any other color! I spilled everything on it. I remember onetime the cheerleading sponsor actually taking my uniform home to wash it before a pep-rally because I spilled red punch on it at lunch. Why was I even allowed to drink red punch? There should have been a sign.

Well now I do it for 5 people. Well to be honest I use to not do my husband's. He was too picky. I throw it all together and wash it. I can sort whites and reds and colors but he wanted piles within piles. You know, Don't wash socks with underwear---say wha???--- blues seperate too. Blues? comeon' dude. You're doing your own. Well now he is commuting and working late hours on top of that so I help him. It's the least I can do when he leaves at 4am and gets back around 8pm. But I wash what I wash and he lets up a little. A very wise lady at my church, who I respect a whole lot, told me I should do his laundry and not complain. It's just my job. Do it. I have tried to do better lately and she is on my shoulder like the little good angel.

This Is where I usually sort it. The hallway is usually clean and it is just easy to go to each room grab the laundry and dump it here to sort. You know.. piles. What are your piles? I have many.

• whites
• reds
• towels
• mommy
• daddy -- and his mini piles
• Savannah-- her uniforms now have their own pile
• babies-- divided by clothes and linens/towels
• rugs
• linens

sigh...

The other day I found out my mom has a dresser for her yorkies. Not kidding. They each have their own drawer. My cousin Beth also has a yorkie and kinda spoils my moms dogs with clothes.
Just for fun, here is Beth's dog Brinkley "Bwinkeeeey" -SF

All I can say is I have enough laundry so I'm glad I have a.. beagle/bird dog or whatever he is.

Helpful hints:

1. Fold while you watch TV. It's like a treat for having to endure it. But I guess that's out now thanks to the new rule. But lets be honest. I would pull a Savannah and watch TV and never even touch the laundry.
2. Do it everyday. Um NO.
3. Implore family members to help. Savannah does get hers together for me and Pirt actually does his on Sunday night but all this can't just be mine and the babies??? They better enjoy it now. Just wait till they are older. That's what I say about every chore. I will not be alone cleaning this house!
4. Make really fun plans or lunch out as a reward. I would probably still go anyway.
5. Throw it all away and buy new stuff!!!! too broke :(
6. Just suck it up and do the dang laundry.
   

Ugh here I go. Text me. call me. I will be so bored :(

Nana house! Nana house!!

My mom, AKA Nana, has special magic powers. That's what my girls think. She has charmed them and they just LOVE going to "Nana's House". Since Savannah was a baby, she loved Nana's house! Sara Faith recognized her home early on. As soon as we would get near, she would get so excited! They have so much fun over there. I don't know what all they do, you would have to ask her but usually I get emailed pictures like these:

and they usually have visitors or go visiting. This is my Grandad, Chester 91, with 2 of his great-grandbabies Harper and Sara Faith!



What I do know is they are very lucky to have a Nana who enjoys having each girl and loves their differences. If you ask Sara faith, "Who's baby are you?" She will proudly announce "Nana's!!!" I can't even get her to answer different at my house. Savannah always did the same and she is trying to start Harper on it now ;)

I did figure out she uses cookies.

I look foward to getting pictures after (sometimes during) their visit so I can see how much fun they have!

It probably doesn't hurt either that there are 3 yorkies over there and their favorite Aunt!

This is my sis, Shirley and their other 3 babies: Sophie, Sadie and Stevie.

Thank you, Nana!