Our "House"

Oh a theme for my life lately....Just writing that makes me imagine a bunch of doctors staring at a bunch of x-rays and one turns to the other and says, " What should we call this?" Seriously. I am beginning to accept the fact that "Survival Mode" is not a mode at all it is my life. Now in the grand scheme of things I truly have it made and my mode of surviving is "normal" for us. I was talking with a friend the other day and we were discussing how some people make it look so easy. I am not saying it is for them...it just 'looks' that way. An example?? House cleaning. I suck at it. Now I am nowhere near having the show "Hoarders" on my doorstep, but they say (they as in people who have to have an answer to every question) that when you look at your house it is a reflection of how you are feeling inside. Oh who am I kidding, my psychiatrist told me this just the other day....but using the word 'they' doesn't make me sound so crazy. But using the word 'psychiatrist' does. Let's move on. I'm sure those of you reading this are thinking, "maybe she should have waited another couple months before updating her super awesome blog." But sitting here at 12:23 a.m. this is me and how I am feeling. I am feeling like the dishes in my sink. Gross. I am feeling like my daughter's school papers strewn about with no particular order or purpose. I am feeling like my laundry. Piled up and yearning to be finished. Then I go out in public and present my "house" feeling like someone just rang the doorbell and I am doing the mad sweep-shoving who knows what into who knows where so that I at least look "presentable." I know I am not the only one, but this rain cloud has been over my "house" for quite a while and I am tired of waiting for the sun to come out.

Now those of you who are still reading this and haven't left to go stalk another more happier blog, I thank you. So let's put on our smile and start this, shall we?

I have so many pictures and yet so much to say....and then I write forever long posts. It is so annoying. I haven't posted since November. Oh dear is right!

So in December we had Christmas. You did too? Coincidence? I think not. I was scheduled to work Christmas morning 7-1. That was until some babies in heaven heard that this is a day we humans celebrate a birth and they wanted to join in. Let's just say I got to leave at 6pm. Luckily we decided that we would have the kiddos open their presents at 5 in the morning so that I could witness the blessed event. It worked out well. I didn't post any pics of it because I think you have all seen a Christmas morning before...bad hair, presents and wrapping paper confettied around the living room.

The first person I would like to talk about is: Sariah. As most of you readers are aware, she has that super fun disorder (Selective Mutism). She is doing AWE-SOME!!!!! Seriously. I have had many a tears shed in her behalf this school year. She adores the crap out of her teacher. I think her teacher kinda likes her too. This teacher has created such a safe haven in her classroom that Sariah (brace yourself) talks to some of the other kids in her class, talks in a MICROPHONE for show and tell, reads out loud to her reading group and has even been caught making noise in front of strangers that come to the school. I know!! I know!! Calm down!! You can't? Me neither!!!! Aren't you so super excited? Deep Breath. In. Out. In. Out.

She is reading amazing which is super sad when you as a mom don't get to read bedtime stories anymore. I'm over it. They have been learning to write letters to people. This picture is of the first one she wrote. I made her read it to Bubba. It made me cry.

Guess what? Next on our list to talk about is Bubba. And then guess what? He is a super fun kid. And then guess what? He is almost 4. And then guess what? He talks like this ALL DAY LONG!!! Bubba does not stop talking. He says"and then guess what?"ALL DAY LONG!!! I love it (most of the time). Sometimes I say, "WHAT BUBBA!!!!" rude. I know. He loves to tell story after story. He loves to talk about Backagon, Donkey Kong and monster trucks. Did I say monster trucks? I did. So we took him and Sariah to monster Jam. Dad and the boy loved it and Mom and the girl were bored stiff. Here are some super cool pics from our very expensive day.

Rus and the kids in front of 'Grave Digger!' Calm down.

Me and the kids in front of (you can read the bumper) 'El Toro Loco'

Bubba chillin by 'Bounty Hunter.' This truck did flip over on it's back in the show when it tried to fly over a mound of dirt. So exciting.

Bubba showing Dad everything in case he didn't know what was right in front of him.

Sariah. Calm. Down. Her mother is making the same face on her left side.

On to prettier more delicate things. We went to a tea party. Dressed like we were going to a tea party. Don't we look so profesh??? We were invited by our friends here in town to go to an 'Alice and Wonderland tea party' and when they do something they go all out. I have to admit I was a little nervous to go out to a public library like this. But that all went away when we went to a Mexican restraunt after and the Queen of Hearts joined us in her getup. It was such a fun night. On a quick side note: I have to say that I have the sweetest friends a girl could ask for in this town. They have taken me under their wings and have allowed me to really feel like I have someone I can depend on.

Sariah's dearest friends.

A friend at work gave me some costumes that her boys had grown out of. Go Go Power Rangers!

Sariah and Dad all ready to go to 'Dads n Donuts.' So cute and precious!!!

I went and got my hair done and took Bubba with me. She cut Bubba's hair for me. Oh sweet relief-he looks normal. His dad has been cutting it lately with scissors (no clippers). For all the movement, screaming and length of time it looked pretty good. But with this lady, he let her use the clippers and she put blue in it. He thought he was so cool. Man, was he right.