Hoppy Easter!

Ok, Michael went to church today with the kids and I, and it didn't burn down! Just teasing. But he for realz went to church! He responded the way I knew he would, and that is ok.

Well, since my stud-muffin is leaving soon, we decided to do Easter at our house and had all of his family and all of my mom's family over. Michael smoked his famous
Mike Hunt's pulled pork and he smoke a turkey. I made home made bbq sauce, greens, corn casserole, brocolli/cheese/rice casserole, dill cole slaw, deviled eggs, macaroni n cheese, rotel chicken and a veggie tray. Others brought side dishes and desserts. But Paula Deen better watch out because My sis-n-law Sarah made a green bean casserole! We can laugh about this because she doesn't cook, nada, not at all. It's alright because we love her and that is what makes her Sarah!


We had a lot of fun hiding 254 eggs for 7 children. Yes, 254 eggs! 25 of those eggs had money in them and my child didn't get a single one! How crazy is that? She doesn't mind because she got enough m&m's today to last her a life time.
I don't think she quite understood about the Easter Bunny, but he brought her candy and a basket of other goodies, so he was cool in her eyes!

Easter Bunny brought her a rapping chick that sang "Tootsie Roll"


On a different note, I got a great shot of my grandmother, mother, tobbie & myself. I'll post it, but I am going to use it as part of a mother's day gift mom, so don't be printing it out for anyone, including yourself!
4 generations

My favorite reason for loving Easter is because it symbolizes new beginnings. 3 years ago on Easter Sunday (April 17, 2006), I got to bring my sweet baby girl home from the hospital. After four long months in the hospital, she was finally mine to bring home to care for. I love that little strong willed child. Her fiestyness got her thru some very bad times and now she is testing me with it!This photo was taken shortly before her discharge from Madigan.

Hope everyone had a great Easter, little man is calling!

Bad Blogger, shame on me!

Ok, I have been a horrible blogger this past week or so. Quick catch up, Michael and I went to Savannah and left the babies with the grandfolks. Everyone survived and T-Bone took a bottle, he wasn't happy about it, but he did it! Michael and I ate so many oysters on the half shell, crab legs, lobster and drank some mighty fine beverages. We also went on the haunted pub crawl, but it really wasn't haunted nor was it much fun. He and I had a good time together and that is all that matters. It makes me a little sad knowing that that was our trip before he deploys. He leaves in a matter of weeks. Ok, no crying over that, I signed up for it! I'll have to post pics from Savannah later on, they are on the small camera.

Play Date

We had our first play date since moving yesterday! To begin with, the property manager of the house we are in, her son and his family live one road over from us. So, she had her daughter in law come over and introduce herself because she had a 3 year old and a six month old. Well, under Heather's recommendation, we join the same preschool that she has Jack in. So we decided to have them over yesterday morning for a play date. And... Heather invited me over to play bunko last night and I went and met some other nice ladies. So, it's getting better here, for me and the kids. I think it would be better for Michael if he could just shoot a darn turkey!

Grandmother's

Grammy & Mimi, I didn't mean any harm in saying that you may not have to patience to feed Tristan like a birdie. It was just part of my plea with him. You are going to do great, that is what Grandmother's are for! He has taken a bottle twice before, long ago, so there is hope. Smooches and I didn't mean any harm, promise.

T-Bone

Well, I took little stud-muffin in today to get checked out, he has bronchiolitis. Seriously thou, you wouldn't know anything was wrong with him! He has not run a fever or anything, just a cough. So, we get to nebulize about every 4 hours for 2 days. It seems that every time Michael and I try go out of town, we have a sick kid. Tobbie started the tradition and Tristan is riding on that gravy train. This pic does make him look pitiful!

Dearest Tristan

I am going to take a cue from Mandie here.

My dearest Tristan,

I love you more than life itself. You are Mommy's little prince, my badge of honor, and my mini-stud. I am so blessed that I have been able to breastfeed you since birth and that you have never had a bottle of formula. I wasn't able to breastfeed your sister because of her prematurity, but I was given this opportunity with you. It is our special bonding time and something that only I can do for you. Your survival depends on my body providing you with the nutrients that you need to thrive and grow into a healthy little boy. But my darling, your daddy and I are going away this weekend for some "mommy/daddy" time and I really need to to learn how to drink from a bottle. Your Grammy and Mimi need you to do this to make it easier on them. Remember that they will have your sister to deal with also. You know she is a princess and requires a lot of attention. Just please let me know that you can take a bottle so I won't spend my entire weekend worrying about you. Please take the bottle baby, Grammy and Mimi may not have the patience to feed you like a little birdie. You are a big boy, take the bottle, you will love it, I promise.

love,
Mommy

Sunday Best

Whatever happened to Sunday Best? You know, as in clothing? I have started taking the kids with me to church since we have moved. NO, lightening didn't strike nor did the church burn down when I walked in! I figured that since Tobbie is going to a church pre-school, that maybe she would like going to church, and she loves it! Anyways, it has changed a LOT since I last attended a service. I understand that each place of worship will have its own flavor, but OMG people, you are wearing jeans, jeans!

Maybe I grew up in a ultra-conservative church, but you didn't wear jeans to church. You also didn't clap your hands while you sang hymns or said "Amen" out loud. Mom, I know you are reading this, could imagine this going down at Bellevue?

I am enjoying the sermons so far, and the pastor seems nice, but he talks about people at the pulpit! Part of me is thankful that Michael hasn't gone with me yet because he would have a field day with that one. He could care less about going to church. He says that it is just a bunch of hypocrits trying to make themselves look/feel better by going to a service once a week. He says he can worship on his own at home or in the woods. This pastor would prove his point exactly.

Wait, a thought just came to mind. Have I become a little liberal? Michael seems to think so. He claims that by me using my "green bags", really, they are the color green, to shop with, that I am liberal. WTF? He is so silly.

Anyway, just wanted to get that off my chest. As for me and my children, we will wear our Sunday Best to church, even if people do stare at us for dressing up.