PLAYING CATCH UP

Lots going on.  Sometimes I love the hecticness (not sure if that's a word) but sometimes I long for a little more down time. That's okay though because I'm completely caught up on laundry!! That makes everything better.  

My mom came over and helped me transform our laundry room into a laundry/office for Brett Paul.  Before this, it looked like a Sysco sales meeting had vomited all over our kitchen.  Poor guy would have all his work spread out then have to gather it all up at meal times.  He was literally speechless when he came home and saw his new "office."  It's really worked out perfectly!



Mag made the heart for her daddy and I had to arrange the thumb tacks to match.



She also wanted to make him a flower.

 



It looks beautiful in his pencil holder.

  


This is what Mac was doing.  Click here if you're interested in his other quirks. Gotta love that sweet little man.




Then he scooted off to watch "Cars"...again.

 With school being out, I have time to actually use my lunch break for eating instead of transporting my babies. Brett and I have enjoyed so many lunches together and Hocutt and I have a new routine. She and I meet and scoot across the river to Jalapeno's. Oh, how yummy that place is. Brett and I had a very strange occurrence there last week. I'll have to write about that later.  The weirdest stuff happens to us in public.

Thursday before last, Brett and I went to the hospital to see some friends that just had a baby. Oh my. Baby fever struck hard. But, funny thing is, it struck Brett harder than it did me. He had to pass her off pretty quickly because he started tearing up. Don't worry though, that feeling has passed. ;)

Friday, a week ago, we went to Mr. Caddell's birthday party.  I believe he turned 86.



Mr. and Mrs. Davis, Phyllis, and the birthday boy.



Brett pointed this shot out to me.  Phyllis and the other Mrs. Davis are in deep discussion, and poor Spurgeon reminds me of the song, "Waiting on a Woman."



The two RP's.



Mary Brooke enjoying her cake.



My excellent sitter trying to keep the babies corralled.



MB will straight up get up and walk with the stroller dragging behind her.  Here, she's reaching for a piece of ice.

Mary has learned to crouch in a football stance and plow through the baby gate.  She was wanting some more garlic croutons. 

 Mag came to me one morning with milk dripping off of her face. "Mary poured milk in my hair!" When I "fussed" at MB, Mag immediately started with, "Maybe she didn't mean to. Maybe she was trying to give me a drink." Sweet big sister.




I'm starting to teach Mag how to play the piano.  Of course, Mary wants to play too.  Mac appears to be playing.

 

He's really doing this.

I've gotten Maggie signed up for her 4th year of dance. Hard to believe that. Especially since she isn't even five yet. Who knew when taking her to her first day of class when 2 years old, she'd love it this much.






Poor fella was running a slight fever the other afternoon so Mag made him this sign.  The sign reads, "Mac, Radiator Springs.  I love you."  Sweet man.  Car in hand, thumb in mouth.



He got feeling better though.  Two of his favorite things.  McQueen and the wheels on the vacuum. 



Then, later fell back asleep like this.  Sweet little hand still holding that car.

  

My parents went to Oklahoma to visit some of our family so Emily, one of our youth that didn't go of the youth trip (sucks for her, great for us) kept our kiddos while I worked. She did a wonderful job. First time we have ever hired a babysitter.



Monday, I went to see our Sunday School kids off to Centri-kids. They had a great time and from what I heard in class, yesterday, learned and absorbed a ton.





Danny, David, and DeJuana were chaperons.  Here is Danny and Robby, who turned 9 while at camp.



Tuesdays are Maggie's gymnastics days and also Family night at Chick-Fil-A.  We've been meeting some gymnastics/dance friends there for dinner.  It's wild and crazy and to be quite honest, we're tired of it.  It's a great thing that Chick-Fil-A does but sheesh, some parents are clueless or just don't care.  The play room is not for 12 year olds.  It's not for sweaty little children to sit in the top and demand "tickets" from each child that wants to slide, and when my Mary Brooke climbs in there and some little rugrat tries to pick her up...said rugrat is gonna get popped.  By MB, not me.  I wouldn't pop someone else's child.  Have to fight that urge really hard.  Anyway, we enjoy hanging out with our friends and their kiddos but for a while, we'll find a new location and stick to getting Chick-Fil-A through the drive-thru.

Wednesday night is my favorite night of the week.  We are still having prayer meeting in our parking lot at church.  You never know who might show up and from what part of the country they may travel from.  The prayer time is amazing and what is more awesome, it has never rained.  Seriously, storms galore up until 6:45 then, nothing but overcast and nice temperatures.  We usually take our youngins too.  Brett ends up strolling them around the parking lot half the time but I think it's good for them just to be there.  I know Mag likes being at "her church."  Wednesday is also my day to sometimes feed the volunteers lunch.  This week, my boss picked up the tab.  Very grateful for that.

Thursday was girls night.  Lisa's birthday!  Eight of us gathered at Olive Garden.  Good salad but the rest was so so.  Great time anyway.  I love how we are all so different and all bring something different to the table.  Quiet is not a word to describe us though.  Neither is modest or sensible for that matter.  Between the eight of us, we have 26 kids so that's probably why.



Friday, I started potty training Mac. He may just stay in diapers until he's 7. Really though, this is gonna be hard. I waited longer with him because he's just so different than Maggie. She's eager to do everything. Mac couldn't are less. He'd much rather do this.  He looks too cute in big boy undies though.  Plus, we have some extra help. Mary Brooke climbed in the tub and was trying to throw shampoo bottles in the toilet, Mac was just interested in running McQueen around the rim, and Maggie was the ultimate cheerleader, holding his car-free hand then trying to hold something else. I told her that may be a tad too helpful. 





One of my helpers.






Saturday, I found a car in the washing machine.  When I asked how it got in there, Mag said, "I don't know!  Did it shrink?!"  Haha!  We went to Mac's friend, John Emory's birthday party.  It was a pool party and the theme was "Cars."  Macman was in hog heaven.  Mag, MB, Brett, and I enjoyed swimming while Mac laid on the edge of the pool playing with the cars.

Yesterday, Brett and I headed to Prattville after church.    Our friend, Mr. Sanders is in the hospital.  He had to move to Prattville after the tornado hit his house he built with his daddy about 60 years ago.  He had a really rough weekend but was bright-eyed and in rare form yesterday.  We had a great visit with him and hopefully, he'll go home Tuesday.  Great drive btw.  It rained on and off and 96.5 was playing Christmas music for Christmas in July!  I was giddy.

And that brings me to last night.  Mac would not go to sleep, kept sitting on Maggie's head then took off down the hall at 11 pm running with his cars and woke up Mary Brooke.  Brett wanted to choke him.  Then, I went to change him and being that tired, dropped two balls of poo on the floor and they bounced around the room.  You get the giggles when crawling on the floor near midnight looking for poo.

Probably way more in this post than anyone but me cares about but one day, I may be curious as to what I was doing at 2:35 on July 23, 2011.  ;)