WOW

The kids are gone, all but one at school. As I walked to twins to Kindergarten, they were buzzing with excitement. I felt it passing from their little hands to mine. I couldn't help but smile. They have been looking forward to this for so long. I only had a moment of sadness, but it was hard to be sad with all that excitement all around me. Plus I still had to get two others to class. Kaely was so cute and happy to be back, one of her best friends Mia is in her class this year. She has been waiting 5 yrs for that. Skyler was also extremely excited. Middle school. He is so smart and good. I know he will do just fine. Adam cried for his bubba after drop off. He sure loves him.

Now I am here, Adam is asleep, and it is quite. Except for the radio playing, I am not used to this. What am I going to do. The house is clean, and I still have three hours. This won't last for long because tomorrow, I start school. Maybe some of the kids excitement will stay with me. Wish me luck!

Potty training 101

POTTY TRAING IS A NIGHTMARE. I have potty trained 4, working on #5. I am sure it is the worst part of parenting so far. I haven't done teenagers yet, so I can't be sure it is the worst, but after potty training the twins for a full year, I know I do not like it at all.

Here are some tips for you first timers.

1 If you can pay someone to potty train your child, DO IT. Not joking it will be the best money you have ever spent. Promise.

2 If you find a Hazmat suit on sale at the thrift store buy it. It is not fun being covered with urine and feces.

3 Rent a house while you potty train, that way you can leave that house with stained carpets and smears on the walls. But don't even ask about that deposit, it is already gone.

4 Never let them see you cry. It gives them the feeling they are in charge they like that and it will seriously prolong the process.

5 Enjoy it, they aren't little forever. Remember that when you are at breaking point. I don't think it will help, but whatever.

OUR SWEET BABY has gone peep twice and pooped once in the potty. He is so stinkin' cute I can hardly stand it. I got a new camera and wanted to try it out so I took some potty training pics. I think I will hang them in the hall. What do you think?

Camping and Murder

We went camping on Wednesday night so that we could get out of the city and watch the meteor shower. We got to the campground around 8pm and we were worried there wouldn't be a spot, but lucky for us none were taken. The campground was completely empty. In the middle of nowhere we were all alone. It didn't freak me out until we were all tucked in. Then I couldn't get a grip on my mind. Visions of crazy people slitting our throats were in my head. Waking up with a maniac standing above me, really made me feel safe. I couldn't shake it. Usually I pray, get peace, and fall asleep. But not this night. I tried and tried until I was too tired to fight anymore and soon I was waking up with a truck driving through the campground. I freaked out and was waking Shay before I even realized what I was doing. They stopped, opened the door, shut it and left. Now I was a serious wreck. Did they drop a crazy person off to do us in? What were they doing. I was sure this was the end. I started telling myself it wouldn't be terrible as long as it was quick. I tried to envision how quickly we would go if they slit our throats or how I would save the kids with stab wounds. Soon I was thinking that if we would make it, being super sleepy the next day was going to be welcomed to having to deal with our tragic ending. I kept telling myself that thinking these things would only bring them upon me but I just couldn't get rid of it. I couldn't believe how long one night could be. But of course we lived, for I am telling you the story. I have had feelings like this before and really bad things happened, so I know that the Lord protected us. I am sure of it. So maybe I will do something great one day, who knows. But I know one thing, I am defiantly inviting someone else to go next time we go camping. At least we'd stand a chance if we had some people on our team. Team-don't get murdered while camping.

p.s. Shay thought this was too dark, but you should know I warned you in the title.

I am tired

My kids are all in the kitchen, I have asked 4 times for them to go to bed. They are eating something, making the kitchen more of a mess than it was before. I hear a little yelling and faint cries from the baby. Not so faint anymore.
I am tired. Tonight I just want them all to listen. Just tuck your cute little bodies into your cozy little beds all by yourselves. I want to just sit and relish in the quiet. Shay is not home yet and it would be nice to relax. But the sounds keep getting louder and the baby cries even more. I guess we are all tired. I guess one day I will wish I could tuck them all in again. And I guess the sooner I get up and do it then the sooner it is done. Good night, may you all have obedient children and a quiet evening.

Uncle Wiggly always says...

Uncle Wiggly is a game I bought at the thrift store. It is a board game where you pick up a card and it tells you how many spaces to go. It also always has a saying on the card. They are very random, strange sayings that make us laugh our heads off. They are especially fun to read to Shay because he has little patience for these sayings. Skyler and I decided to make up some sayings that Uncle Wiggly would say. Like one of my favorites would be, Uncle Wiggly always says, If they ain't gonna be your friend in a baby t-shirt, then they ain't gonna be your friend in a regular t-shirt.
The saying sort of almost have something good in them, but are just a little off. They also have to be said in an old man southern accent. Makes it way funnier. We love Uncle Wiggly and his sayings.

As for me, I am feeling better about going back to school. It is tricky starting the same day as my kids. I have to get two new kindergarteners, a fourth grader and a new middle schooler and my baby off to school, get in the insane traffic of first day of school in Atlanta. Catch the train into downtown. Make it to my first class by nine oclock a.m.. I am not really confident about the whole process. I feel a little intimidated by it to be honest. I have decided to change my major after finding that only 19 of 81 credits transferred for a Marketing degree. I have switched to Journalism and minor in Photography, where 65 credits transferred. I feel pretty good about it. And have actually begun to get excited about writing. I have a lot to learn, but feel that if this is where I am being led, it will be the right thing for me. And Uncle Wiggly always says do it whether you like it or not, if it is the right thing to do.

The Pacifier

Oh man, I have just endured three days and two nights and one Sacrament meeting without our dear friend the pacifier or Pacy as we like to call it. It was difficult to say the least. I have never been so tired. I thought it was time to move on, but I had a moment of weakness and gave it back. I know I should have been strong, but I decided it can just be for bed. The poor baby hasn't slept for days. He refuses to nap and was up for two and a half hours last night asking me about pacy. I decided that it can't matter too much and we are having too many changes right now to add stress from a not sleeping baby. Oh pacy, I love you.