Our house, in the middle of our street.

So I know it's been a long time coming and you will have to wait even longer till I get a decent camera to take interior pictures with. I have been lusting after a Nikon d40 camera that I'm saving up for and when Niky my store ordered boyfriend gets here I will take amazing pictures. They will be so great that the heavens will open and angels will sing. Ok so I'm egzagerating. (that missspelling was for you Daddy. Mom told me you were commenting on it)

Anyways, Do you have any idea what it is like trying to take a quality picture with the camera option on a camcorder??? It is nigh unto impossible.

Well here is our house. I must say garages are a new thing for me. I cannot park straight to save my life. Oh I can get both cars in but there is always a subtle tilt to the left with each car. City Boy is great about matching the tilt. I'm sure it drives him nuts but thats what happens when you mix a straight arrow with someone who always wanted to be Gidget. Ok since I'm new at this can someone please explain to me windows in the garage. It's great to have the light......oh. Nevermind. I get it now.

.....Ignoring awkward moment........

So look at the front of the house. See those two tiny windows. The square ones right next to each other. It's ok go look I'll wait.

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See it now. Those are Loo and Mansers rooms. They are 4'x5' unventilated rooms right next to each other. Just Kidding. One of those is a 4'x 8' closet that is now know as the Cloffice. City Boy came up with that one. It's really a train room. For the train modeling he does. HAHA funny side story. Caution slightly adult wording used.

City Boy is constantly looking at pictures and reading train magazines to get ideas. Well the guys in the old shop City Boy worked at call it train porn. Hey most girls have to worry about the real thing. I'm lucky.

So the room above the garage is the guest room. It's so lonely and sad being empty. Oh wait I hear it saying something. It says "Please come visit me." Poor Steve he's sad. The rooms name is now Steve. See what happens when your husband goes to Alabama and leaves you alone with two kids. You got to do something to keep you busy.

Here is our tiny but cute backyard!!

Here is the view of what's behind our house. The highway is right behind but after that it's counrty clean and pure. Yeay New house!!!!

Saidi's First Ballet Class!!

Saidi started ballet today. She is so excited to be a Rena as she calls it.

Saidi's First Day of School!!

My little Girl is growing up. Here is pictures of her first day of school. We walked intothe room and she said "Bye Mom" and dissappeared. "Tear"

Humina humina huh

Chris the Conquerer. HAHAHAHAHAHA

Mya the Mutt

Mya the Mutt Better Get Off the Bed

Princess Saidi

I'm not waxing eloquents today (like how I pluralized it) so it's picture time!! Yay.

Donovan the Devourer. Yes that is an entire cupcake shoved in his mouth!

He get's it from Papa and Sissy Kate

Stunning

Good pete's sake. Will my children make t to their 5th birthdays?? Last year while we were at the hospital for a check up, Saidi fell off the curb, hit her head and got knocked out. Silly little me didn't have newborn Donovan in his carseat so I ended up giving him to a stranger to hold so that I could take Saidi back inside to the doctor to look at. She was fine and it only stunned her a little bit. Needless to say it scared the tinkle out of me(he he I can't say peewaden, I'm bein civilized). Any ways last night I'm sitting on the couch and right behind me I hear a huge thud on the wall. I turn around and Donovan is behind the couch doing that scary "I'm not breathing" scream thing that kids do. Than he slumps over and goes still. His eyes are rolled back in his head and his body in totally limp. I flip out and see a red mark on his head. I'm talking to him and trying to get him to wake up and after a minute he does but now his eyes are rolling around in differant directions and not focusing. All this while I'm screaming my head off for Chris to come downstairs. Donovan still won't pick up his head and he's still cross eyed and silent and it's been like two minutes. I'm still screaming and Chris hasn't come down stairs. Finally Donovan starts to cry and Chris gets out of the shower and hears me scream. Chris comes down and takes him and looks him over for a while. Donovan wants down and starts walking around and playing with toys. He is ok but I was so stinking scared. I'm watching him closely. I think he tripped and just faceplanted into the wall.
Later last night we went to Walmart and Saidi decided to stand up in the cart and when Chris went to move it she toppled out head first. She was fine and started laughing. Chris' response to this was "I guess it's just you and me." When I asked what he meant he just replied "Head Trauma."
Why couldn't I have fat cranky babys who never want to move and do things for themselves, and does it mean that I'm a bad parent because I know what to look for in a concussion???
I'm not joking about the passel of flying monkeys.

Squezzy Our Mascot

Meet Squezzy. She is not a cool person. When we lived to the other house she terrorized me constantly. Here we see Squezzy eating Saidi's hamburger. Gosh I know she takes food out of the mouth of children. She was able to chew a hole through the trash bin so she could acess all the scraps from the trash and while she was in there just chillin poor unsuspecting me would go out there innocently trying to keep my house clean. This is when our conniving Squezzy would attack. Several times I would open the lid only to have her spring forth in a streak of fur, claws with blood dripping from her teeth attach herself to my face as I ran screaming around the yard. At this point Squezzy would yell, "who's house is this?? Huh woman?? Mine That's right and there better be some good stuff in the bag this time." What could I do but give her only the best pieces from the dinner table.

Not really on the whole attaching to my face thing but her eyes were very intimidating. She did jump out at me a few time and I dropped my cell phone. What I can clean and talk. I'm special.

Well that is all I can say about Squezzy. She will be missed.