Hurricane Hattie

Meet our newest family member...

Hattie Britt Hendricks

 

Although she was a mere

7lbs 5oz,

this pint size lady has managed to wrap

3 boys/men around her gigantic spider fingers. 

We'll talk soon.

Big Gulps Eh?

Welp,

see ya later

I'm done blogging.

I don't know why,

but blogging makes me so darn sad.

Dont like it. 

Only about 5 people read it, if that.

so for the time being i'm out.

Thanks for your comments if you ever left em.

UNO MAXO

APRIL 13th.
MAX BEAR HENDRICKS
turned 1 today!

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

My sweet sweet little man.
A year ago today you were swimmin' around in my uterus.
(have you ever noticed how it's called a uterUS, not uter I?)
My how times flies.
So this afternoon mean ol mommy decided
to cut his nap short cause i wanted to play with him

bad idea.

Food Max likes:  green beans, ravioli, fettucine (basically all pasta) strawberries, sweet potatoes, all things sweet of course, string cheese, and pretty much anything he see's anyone eating.
Max grunts at us when he wants food we are scarfing down,
and if we don't quickly fork some into his can he starts to scream.
The days of having my own food are over.
Which i guess is good cause Wyatt doesn't eat anything.

So while we were grocery shopping today,
Wyatt informed everyone that his brother Max is 1 and that today is infact, his birthday.
Then he invited them to a party.
But only AFTER he told the people talking Spanish
"Cinco blah blah Blinko, we don't talk Spanish here people, it's WALMART"
I beg to differ.

I'm pretty sure Max can crawl on his knees, but every time I come into the room
I find him on his hands and knees and then he drops down to his stomach to the army crawl.
For Max's Birthday he got a high chair!
just what he wanted...

It's the bomb.com
Wyatt was pretty upset Max wasn't getting anything good.
But Max didn't seem to mind.

CAKE TIME!
Max was pretty interested in the flame.
And of course, the camera ran out of memory right before blowing out the candle.

.

If i hadn't taken that #1 away he wouldn't have eaten cake.

 

And there it was....

Happy Birthday Baby Bear!!

We love you!!

Fetus

I have enjoyed being a mother thus far

 and last week when I went to see Dr. Bean, I received shocking news.

He couldn't locate the baby's heart beat.

Only mine.

.

 

Now settle down, he could hear it kicking and stuff

But he wanted to see that the beat was 

regular or something, so he decided to do an ultra sound.

AND THEN....

 He said,

"Its a boy."

Need I say more?

Candy!!!

Well It's officially come to pass, Daisy, our beloved french bulldog is no longer with us.

No, Wyatt did not destroy her, we sold her.

She needed more room to run, be free and poop as she pleased. 

Not to mention more attention.

She now enjoys her very own doggy door, 

round the clock access to food

AND

a new BOYFRIEND!

Don't worry, he's fixed.

On another note, I am now 12 weeks pregnant. 

I had yet to barf the entire time until today. 

I spewed up my entire years worth of food.

Probably to no one's surprise it was all

popcorn

  starburst's

cake

sprite...

(oddly it tasted just as sweet coming up as going down)

You know me and my sweet tooth.

Which also found it's way out today.

I swear I've had more teeth fall out of my head then i knew i had.

To be fair, it was a crown. 

So naturally i swore off sweets.

At least for the day.

A Thinker...

The other day my cousin Brittany and I were driving and she pointed out to me how nicely she had written on her hand. We then conversed about how, for some reason, when you write on your hand it always looks so neat. I explained to her it's like when you write on a single sheet of paper on a hard surface it doesn't look quite as crisp as when you have a whole stack of papers under it. The writing always looks smoother, like writing on hands.

We both decided that "THEY" should hire me to write a book of all the pointless stuff in the world. Lets face it, I do have a nack for noticing, dissecting, and writing pointless things.

Now that i am an adult and change my underwear daily, i think about life in a whole new way. Usually i have thoughts of grown up details: where should Wyatt go to school, what laundry detergent should i use, how can i make some money, when was the last time i changed the oil...but if you've ever talked to me, you know sometimes I say things out of no where.

 My brain just works that way. I think of something, then a detail  zaps it  into something else, which goes quickly to something else and then i say it. Sometimes seeming rude and not in the conversation, but they all connect in my head. Do you do that?

Wyatt does it too. Lately  (even more than usual) he just talks and talks and talks! I wondered if the reason was because i was ignoring the chatter so much, so i tried listening to him more intently but it seemed to increase even more. I've explained to him to think about things before he speaks and see if it has to do with what we are talking about. "But, if i don't say it, then no one will know" was his response. The problem is, i know too much!

Anyways.

I started this book the other day

Have you read it?

It's fantastic. I like it because the 12 year old main character reminds me of me. 

Not because I'm incredibly smart and people mistake me for something I'm not

(Except for people thinking I'm old)

But because of the way his thought process moves and how he tries to see the world.

You really must read it!

Click here and check it out!

PS: Why is Matt Lauer's head so shiny? Is it acceptable in "The Biz" to have a super shiny head? Women can't have shiny faces. That would be devastating! So is there a double standard? I couldn't even tell you what he was talking about because it was so distracting.

What really cooks my meatballs...

Is anyone else super tired of reading all the cookie cutter blogs?

 I feel like they only bring me down.

It just seems like all the women nowa days compete so much.

Who can make the nicest booger rag

Who can have the best dressed kids

Who can have the sweetest husband

Cleanest/ best decorated house

Be the most creative

Cook the most amazing meals.

Have the most friends, 

do the most stuff.

BLAH BLAH BLAH

Now, i know they get paid to blog. 

But does it really matter where your daughter got her headband?

Or what kind of high end rag you wrap your kid in?

Well call me Negative Nancy, but i am sorry.

This is not realistic.

  I don't have that kind of energy.
I have KIDS.

Beans, beans.

I went to the Dr last on the 4th.

I am now 10 weeks pregnant.

He had prescribed me some Zofran for my nausea.

it's the best!

UNTIL ...

I found out it causes constipation.

Would have been useful to know that

being pregnant and pooping rabbit pellets as it is.
So he says I should eat lots of fiber.

Well duh. 

But that's not working, so no more Zofran for me

Sad Sad.

 I would rather be sick than prarie doggin it at work all night. 

Then Thursday we took a little skip down to Green Valley, AZ.

The weather was a beautiful 70 degrees and sunny!

Max and Wyatt were fabulous on the plane.

But some how we all became ill.

Maybe its just pregnancy.

Or maybe it's pneumonia.

or maybe it's the plague. 

Anywho, we went to Silas's niece Emma's baptism. 

Ate lots of food that i didn't have to cook (awesome)

Spent time with his great familia:

Nature walks

riding motorcycles

eating beans.

Ya know, Arizona stuff. No big deal.

Then got home at 5pm went to work at 6pm and came home at 6am. 

So i'm spent. I took some pictures but i'm too lazy to hook up the camera.

Our Day

Today was a regular day.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Lost the debit card, drove to BFE and back

then finally realized i had dropped it in my car.

Good one Amandah.

Hung out with Max and Wyatt.

Wyatt won't stop giving me high five's.

I hate high 5's

Silas does it to annoy me.

Later we ate dinner.

Wyatt and Max worked on their amazing people tricks

It was so cute.

Max was so excited for Wyatt to keep putting that spoon back on his nose.

Also: I laid Max down on the carpet in his room for a change today.

The kid crawls. But only in his room.

I can't blame him, concrete flooring

 is not ideal crawling material.

So, he's really not as lazy as we thought.

Also i saw these

and i really want some.

Along with all the other food i see.



Leggo my Eggo

Looking back and thinking about pregnant people makes me laugh.

I say people because there was that one guy who totally had a baby.



Except why be a guy if you want to have a baby.
ANYWAYS!

As I've been trying to exercise and get back into

shape i reminisced about how glad I am I'm not pregnant.

Here are some reasons why:

I totally don't miss holding my back and waddling like a duck.

I don't miss looking like I'm trying to poo in the woods

when i bend over to pick something up with my legs as wide as they'll go

I don't miss being constipated

I don't miss throwing up right after i brush my teeth

I don't miss my hair falling out

I don't miss consuming every calorie put in front of my face

I do miss my boobs though.

But wishes do come true,

sooner than expected sometimes.

The moment you HAVEN'T been waiting for, I sure wasn't...

My Eggo is preggo.

Yep!

gonna have another baby.

 

Oopsie Daisy!

These things happen for a reason

so we're excited for our new person.

Wild Thing

Today Wyatt was talking back quite a bit.

I had had it!

Our conversation went something like this:

Me-"Go to your room"

W- "why?"

Me-  "I dont appreciate you talking to me that way"

W- "ok, ill stop"

Me- "no, you need to go to your room now"

W under his breath as he walks away -"im gonna punch mommy in the face"

So silas went to spy on the monster as he went to his room.

When Wyatt got there he started punching the air.

Then he proceeded to shake his laundry hamper.

 Silas came to me and said,

 " in just a second yell to wyatt that he better stay on his bed"

Silas went back to stare through the crack in the door at Wyatt.

He was in the process of walking back to his bed

 after turning on his movie and dvd player on his dresser

when i yelled, "you'd better be on your bed"

He RAN and turned off his tv and ran back to sit on his bed.

Hahahahaha

Then he said to himself

" I am NOT going to stay on this bed"

He did.

I'd eat him up, i love him so, but he'd say NO.

New Post

Ok. So my owl background was ripped from my

cold arthritic hands in the middle of the night.

Sad face.

This really upset me and got me down in the dumps. 

I feel like i can't blog anymore.

it's like my whole world has caved in

and i don't know who i am anymore (sarcasm)

I am stuck with not a creative thought in my head.

(not because of the owl being gone, just lately not myself)

I feel as though everyone around me is creating and all i can do is copy.

I like doing lots of things,

but i feel like there are too many things to choose from and

of course im just so indecisive!

AARGGHH!

I need some help here people!

I don't want to use shabby blogs,

but im not sure where else to go.

Life is crazy right now, so it needs to be

 FREE and EASY!

and i need the dumb guy instructions.

AND ANOTHER THING

I've got bare walls all over my house.

I HATE IT.

But i can't decide a style or a color palette.

i look at pictures of your houses

(namely hilary and her family)

and i am in need of some serious

decorating help!

did i mention I painted a bench orange?

OH THE HORROR.

it's really really bad...really bad.

looks ok here.

i chose the darker color, but in reality, it looks like

some punk kid smashed pumpkin all over it.

Im scared to put holes in my walls

and to commit to one style.

I definately dont want it to look like

every other persons house i see:

Faux painted walls

cheesy sayings written directly on walls

big huge tuscon clocks

...other stuff i have, that i dont like.

PLEASE! SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS AND SUGGESTIONS.

 I need ALL the HELP

I can get!

and a little company would be nice too.

Face it

So i have been wanting to make some silhouettes of our family for a long time,

in different colors, not just black.

See this picture?

I took it one day walking through the mall in October

and it's been on  my phone ever since.

Then today i saw this on a blog i follow:

I love em!

Now i must do it.

Maybe spice it up with striped background?

Could be good.

Want to do it with me?

Farty Party. I mean: Family Party.

I promise this is the last post on MR W turning 5.

But it's gonna be dooosey!

Wyatt's Birthday came and went with a bang.

he started off the morning pampered with hot brown sugar muffins,

which sadly sagged in the middle after removing them from the oven.

He then dressed himself in his favorite blue super mario shirt,

put his red laced shoes on the wrong feet, and skipped off to school.

 where i'm sure he reminded everyone at least 10x

that today was in fact his birthday

and he is now 5.

I don't know what i love more, that he calls me princess peach

or when he calls me BRO:

"Hey bro."

"Let me show you how the master does it bro."

and my favorite-

"I love you bro"

AWWW

So late last night,

Wyatt's parental units decided to decorate their little home.

Amandah quickly made a birthday sign,

 blew up some balloons,

and hung some streamers.

They were excited to show Wyatt;

in fact they tried to wake him around 11:30 to show him the festive decor.

He resisted.

So as they ripped him out of bed,

they took him to their bedroom to sleep on the floor

where he normally ends up at around 3AM anyways.

In the morning when they arose, Wyatt had vanished from the floor.

Strange.

He had gone back to his room.

Stranger.

7:00:  he came to tell his mom that he needed to use the rest room.

7:45: amandah rolls out of bed to check on him

 he was sitting on his bed looking out his window

 at the dump trucks, and cement trucks working on the house across the street.

She asked him why he didn't sleep on her floor.

His reply : "because you told me not to come out of my room"

Mean old mommy had told him

 if he came out of his room it wouldn't be his birthday

(so she could suprise him with decorations).

the poor kid listened to her and was terrified of missing his birthday.

my tears almost came out.

Then he complimented her on what a great job

 she did on the decorations and how much he liked them.

As much as he drove me nuts all day long

with the same questions

over and over and OVER:

Is today my birthday?

Am I 5 today?

Are my cousins coming over for a party?

Can I open my presents now?

Do you love super mario?

(You get the idea)

I love his guts.

Family came and ate cake.

Messed up our house

(why do kids always try to eat on the couch?)

and had a great time.



Wyatt and his cousins, Jared and Eden