Writer's Block...or Something

As I'm sitting at work texting my sister a boat load of recent pictures of my kids...I realize I haven't blogged in awhile.

No, that's not true...I didn't just realize it, I've known it for much longer than just this afternoon.  I've been having trouble with the writing.  I have so much to write about, but I can't seem to organize it into a blog post, or twenty.

While I'm jogging, I think of what I should blog about.  I have so many things I want to write about.  Then I get to the house and life speeds right by until I'm in a zombie like state on the couch at 9:30.  Then I just don't have the energy.  I can't carry myself to the computer and spit something out because I can't get it to flow from my head to my fingers.  It's just this jumbled assortment of words and stories and thoughts all crashing into one other in my head. 

So you'll just have to bare with me.  Or is it bear with me?  I'm never sure about that one.  I know that bare means like naked, but bear is a furry deadly animal.  See what I'm talking about?  That's what is happening in my head right now.  So I wouldn't call it writer's block, I'd just call it jumbled craziness.

Before I spew anymore insanity, I'll just get to my point.  I don't have one.  But here are pictures of the kids...that's what you're waiting for anyway...

Valentine's Day 2012.  Freddie is Sick, that's why he looks miserable.



Valentine's Day 2012.  That's not empty space next to Ainsley, open your eyes...that is Flynn Rider!  Ainsley goes nowhere without him!




LOVE this pic.  Especially because it will make Uncle Cameron lose his mind.  Hahaha!  But mostly because he is so darn cute - Freddie, not Cameron :)




Mom, stop, the flash is too bright.



Did you know Crayola makes markers that write on windows?

Aren't we supposed to teach the kids to not write on things like walls and windows?  Kind of confusing Crayola!  Sorry about the red eye.  Couldn't figure out Instagram.

Freddie likes driving the fire truck at the park.

Again...this kid is freaking adorable.  Clif and I are not that cute, how did this happen?

And beautiful!  Love that face.

This was my attempt at a cutesy posed picture.  Call my mother if you want better pics...I never claimed to be a photographer.

Bubble faces!

I could look at this picture all day.

This one too.  And they're sitting on a turtle, so it's even awesomer.  Is that a word?  Not according to spellcheck...but my blog, my words.  Awesomer is a word at The Story of Us.

My Little Fashion Disaster

Ainsley has been...difficult when it comes to clothes lately. She wants to pick out her own outfit before bed each night. She wants to dress herself. And...she only wants to wear dresses.

I really have no problem with any of these pushes for independence...except she's seriously lacking in the winter dress department.

Also I was sick this week so laundry took a back seat to falling asleep on the couch.

Needless to say, this outfit...

was us hitting rock bottom this week.

At what age do I attempt to explain the basic fashion laws? Like polka dots, gingham and flower print should not be worn together after Labor Day.

Happy Sighs

This makes me smile every time I look at it.

I'm Not Sorry

Dear Freddie,

I'm sorry that your hair falls in your eyes.

I'm sorry that most people call you a girl when we're out and about.

I'm sorry that we're constantly getting suggestions to cut you're hair.

But I'm not sorry that I haven't cut it.

I'm not sorry that you were blessed with beautiful curls.

I'm not sorry that I get to keep you looking like a baby just a bit longer.

Love,
Mommy

According to Ainsley - Bedtime

BOOM!

Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat...

POP!  Creek...

Clink!

I look at the clock...10:35.  Apparently a certain little girl is not as asleep as she was an hour ago when I checked on her.

I step quietly up the stairs until her little head comes into view.

"Ainsley?  Did you wake up to go potty?" I ask.

She nods.

I think about the oddness of this and ask, "Did you pee in the bed at all?"

She shakes her head, "But I spilled just a little bit of water in your bed."

"In my bed?"

"Yes, I was watching Phineas and Ferb," she explains as she washes her hands.

"Oh really?  Why aren't you sleeping?  It's very late."

"Well, I did sleep but then I was awake and then I was thinking that we could watch some TV, but you never came to your room," she answers.

"I checked on you an hour ago and you were asleep.  How long have you been in my room?"

She looks up at the ceiling, weighing this idiotic question since she has no concept of time and replies "Twenty."  Then she scoots past me and wanders down the hall.

I follow her into my room, where she is indeed watching Phineas and Ferb.

"Ainsley, I want you to go back to your bed.  It's very late sweetie and little girls need to be sleeping."

"Mommy, I already told you...I went to sleep, now it's time to watch TV."

"Ainsley, sleeping for a couple of hours is not good enough.  You need to sleep all night so you can wake up and be a happy child in the morning."

"I'm not tired," she replies.

I ponder this for a moment.  We've been working very hard at getting Ainsley to go to sleep on her own, and so far it's been working well.  I'm worried that if I push this issue and force her back to bed it will end in a screaming match and tomorrow we'll be back at square one.

"OK Ainsley, just this once, I'm going to allow you to watch this show while I finish making Daddy's lunch.  I'll be up in 10 minutes and then it's time to sleep.  Do you understand?"

"That's a deal mommy."