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.

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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



Birthdays Past...



Wyatt's 1st birthday and
1st run in with cake



2nd Birthday. He's never liked it when people sing.

 He screams when they sing in church too.

Good ol thomas the train

Number 4!!!