Off to a good start...almost

So Adam did get laid off for the winter at the end of his shift yesterday. When Adam gets laid off we practically reverse rolls for a while. It allows me to work more hours and then he gets to do all the running around with the kids, clean and make dinner.

Since today's Tuesday Adam got to take Blake to preschool. When he got home we stuck with our plan to go to our apartment complex's workout facilities while Blake's at school. We worked out for an hour, did a little shopping and Adam dropped me off at a craft store so I could get some more yarn for the blankets I'm working on for the kids. Unfortunately of the 4 skeins of yarn I bought, 2 were the wrong shade. Boo! Anyway, we picked Blake up and then came home and attempted to put up our xmas tree that my sis and BIL brought from their house. Sadly we couldn't put up the tree because the tree stand wasn't in the box. Double-boo! So, then we both battled the disaster that is our bedroom. I cleaned our bathroom, Emily came home and we went to Wal-Mart to pick up Adam's new glasses.

I made dinner, we ate and around 8:00 the kids put on their jammies and got ready for bed. I don't remember why she said it but Emily mentioned that tomorrow was Wednesday. That's when it struck me that we totally forgot to take Emily to dance class! Whoops! Well, we almost got it right today.

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Blake's birthday party was a huge success yesterday. Special shout-out to my hubby who stayed up very late on Saturday night cleaning while I was at work. The house looked wonderful. Now if he could only magically make our living room about 5 feet wider so we could comfortably put the Christmas tree where I want it. *sigh*

Also awesome job to everyone who bought Blake a gift. I think everyone except my sister asked what to get him and to everyone I said, "Anything Batman, Superman, Spiderman, Iron Man. Basically anything ending in 'man.' " Everyone got him the perfect thing that wasn't already something he had. He got big Superman and Batman action figures, some little spiderman, iron man and such, some cash, remote control cars, a hot wheels track. Lots of goodies. Adam took one look at that hot wheels track and said, "Yeah. I can't WAIT to get laid off!"

I started putting some of the xmas decorations up this morning. I'm missing things and I don't know if I want to go out to my sister's house to dig through all my stuff and bring it back here only to take it down in a couple weeks. It just doesn't seem worth it somehow.

I slept on the couch last night because Adam fell asleep on top of the bed, diagonally. With his clothes on. And his shoes. And he would NOT move. In fact I got yelled at by a very groggy Adam for even suggesting it. I thought it was FREEZING in the bedroom anyway so I grabbed my pillow and a blanket and spent a peaceful night on the couch.

If my son doesn't stay out of the kitchen and refrigerator I may be forced to duct tape him to the wall. Don't make me do it. No. Really.

I seriously need to clean our bedroom and our bathroom. I cleaned the main bathroom before the party but would have DIED if anyone would have needed to use ours. In fact I probably would have made one of the neighbors open up their home so as to save myself the embarrassment.

Adam may very well be getting laid off today for the winter. Then we'll be spending the next five months watching movies, playing RockBand and drinking. It's a lot like college all over again, except with clean clothes.

To my Buddy Bear

Well the snow is flying and that can only mean one thing. Today, December 3rd, my little Buddy Bear turns four years old. I would say it doesn't seem that long ago but actually, it does. We've often said, and by often I mean as recent as last night, "If Blake would have came first, we would have never had an Emily." I used to think my grey hairs started when I got Adam. That was NOTHING compared to my Blake. I love spending time with Blake but I think I would enjoy our time even more if he would just "quit it." Quit getting into the refrigerator. Quit getting into my purse. Quit trying to cut open packages with scissors. Quit using his Leggo table, a Rubbermaid tote, a small folding chair, a dining room chair--whatever to get up on the counter, the table, the dryer, the bathroom counter. Quit getting into the Band-aids. I swear he opened up 3 boxes of them 2 weeks ago, and where most kids just put them on their bodies, Blake put them...who knows where. All I know is I had zero Band-aids left and I couldn't find a single one stuck to anything.

Threats are nothing to him and cuss words are his new thing. Today he told me, "It's my birthday, bitches!" After we got groceries as we pulled up in front of the building he declared, "I'm home, bitches!" (Don't worry, we're working on putting a stop to that, although sometimes, when we're not out in public, it makes us giggle.)

Yes, our Blake has always been a maniac. Right from the day he was born. Sure he looked sweet.



Even when Emily held him for the first time and said, "He's cute isn't he?" Yep. He even had her fooled.



But you can look into his eyes and see it. The craziness.





He does have his moments. The ones where he finally lets you breathe and you can take a step back and say, "Geez, he's not so bad!"





Then he wakes up and you're fighting to keep him from putting those stupid boots on again.



But we sure do love you, buddy.



Even when you would drool and have mystery baby food stuck to your nose.



Even when you puked on us. (Which is exactly what happened RIGHT after this photo, even though he doesn't look like he's about to yakk. Sorry Susie! Thanks for being such a sport!)



We love to hold you and have fun with you. Even now that you don't always want to be held.






Even when you get scared of your first fireworks and throw the blanket over your head for cover.



You will always be my hero.




Despite your obvious drinking problem.