Troy's Pumpkin Patch Trip

Ok, yall. I promise I will eventually get my computer fixed asks do a real blog post. Until then, however, you will just have to bear with me and my droid posts.

A couple weeks ago, Troy's class went to the pumpkin patch and Audrey and I got to go with him. :) We all had a lot of fun! Petting bunnies, playing in corn, playing on the playground taking a hayride, and picking the perfect pumpkin! Then I got some pretty pictures of them in a cotton field. :)

Mommy's Helper

Audrey has such a good big brother! (well, she actually has two, of course, but this post is about one in particular.) Troy loves his sissy. Ty does, too, but he's not as into helping take care of her as Troy is. Just now he was trying to help me put a new outfit on her since she soaked the last one. He actually did a pretty good job for a 4 year old battling a reluctant 14 month old. :) I only had to help him get her still to pull it over her head and then do the buttons (he can actually fasten buttons, but she was trying to run away. Lol)

(and forgive the pictures being in reverse order. Lol)

Say Wha?

They say that imitation is the highest form of flattery. If that is so, my friend Deanna at Delirious Rhapsody should be feeling pretty good right now. She does a weekly deal called Gage says, where she relates all the hilarious things her son says and does. This kid is something else. You should really check it out! Anyway. I have decided to do the same, if for no other reason to have a record of how my kids crack me up for myself. For example:

When I was pregnant with Audrey, Troy told me, "you need to stop eating so much. Baby sissy is getting too big."

Ty: Milk looks like lightning.
Me: How are milk and lightning the same?
Ty: They are both white. Milk is white, and when a storm comes, lightning is white.

Ty calls the video "Mater's Tall Tales," "Mater the Tattle Tales"

(about a year ago) After Troy asked for his third thing to ready one morning, I asked him if he was growing. He got very sad and said, "no." I said, "you must be, the way you are eating!" To which he answered, "I'm trying, but I just keep peepeeing and poopooing!"

We passed a house where they had made a huge scarecrow out of round hay bales. Troy said, "Ty! Look! Look at that big hay snowman!"

And Audrey is at the point where it is funny to just say, "Moma! Moma! Moma!" Over and over.

Ok, so you may not think my kids are as silly as I think they are, but they come up with crazy stuff!

Homecoming

Friday night was Douglas's homecoming game. They also had a parade Friday afternoon. They didn't win the game, but my kids had a blast! (and here's a shameless pat on the back, I made their outfits!)

For Hannah

Hannah its going to have a come apart if I don't post something, so here is a picture of the kiddos from the homecoming game tonight. Aren't they adorable? Those outfits gave me fits like you wouldn't believe, though!
I'm still going to post about the camping trip...eventually.
Fiddler's tomorrow! Whoo-hooo!

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Audrey's Party

Sadly, my computer is rebelling right now, so this will have to do for Audrey's party post. Hope you enjoy the pictures!

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It's Somebody's Birthday!!

Happy first birthday to my sweet baby girl! It is so hard to believe it has been a year since she was born. Why does time keep speeding up? Anyway, this time last year I was at the hospital minutes away from Miss Audrey's arrival. :) How she has changed our lives....and we are loving every second of it. Just like everyone told us, having a little girl is so different from having boys. Her daddy is enjoying "daddy's girl," and I am loving having a baby to dress up with dresses and hairbows!

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Snowballs and Suggestions

I know you have heard of the snowball effect. Something that isn't a big deal gets added to something else that's not a big deal, and keep adding, and soon you have a boulder rolling at you.

That's how mommyhood feels sometimes.

Don't get me wrong. It's the best job in the world. I get to spend all my time with those precious little people I love the most. I know that I am doing my best to raise them in the Lord, and not having to depend on someone else and hope they are getting enough.

But then the little things start piling up.

I guess it wouldn't be so bad for me right now if I wasn't on the down hill side of my thyroid returning to normal. I have these little stages I go through, pretty predictably, when my levels are going up and down. Right now we are in the "really emotional and unmotivated" stage.

Audrey still isn't sleeping through the night. She goes to bed fine on her own at bedtime, but is still wanting to get up and nurse at least once every night, sometimes more. (Which Dr. P says is actually not normal. Usually if they get to sleep by themselves at bedtime, they usually do fine during the night. It would be my kid that was in the minority here.) Dr. P said to try nursing her about 30 min before bedtime, instead of right before. Tried that. She's going to sleep fine, but still waking up. He said if that didn't work, to let Jeremy get up with her and give her a sippy cup with water or juice in it instead of me nursing her, and she ought to decide it wasn't worth it. Next step would be crying it out. Here lies my problem. I am supposed to wake up my dear sweet husband, who works long hours in the blazing sun, is dead tired every night, and hasn't been feeling well lately on top of everything (ulcer maybe? gallbladder? who knows), and get him to go take care of a screaming baby when he should be sleeping and preparing his body and mind for the next day at work. Of course, she's not going to let me give her a sippy, because when she sees/smells me, she says "Oh, good! It's time to nurse! Wait a minute, this sippy is NOT what I want!" and proceeds to wake up the whole house screaming. Which is also the problem with letting her cry it out. In the first place, I am just not a cry-it-out kind of mom. And Audrey is not a cry-it-out kind of baby. She cries and screams herself sick, I cry, everyone else in the house gets woken up and ill. So, I have been caving and still letting her nurse in the middle of the night. Which means, too, that I am not getting enough sleep at night, and that makes me tired the next day and then I don't get the things done that need doing, which makes me ill and emotional....and it all snowballs. Sheesh. Any suggestions?

I wold also love any suggestions on helping a bed wetter. Troy is waking up wet a lot of nights. He was doing pretty good for a while, but it seems like it is getting worse again. He says he just doesn't wake up and realizes he needs to go, and then wakes up wet. Today is the second day in a row he has woken up wet. It doesn't seem to matter when he has his last drink before bed, or what time he goes to bed. And we always make him use the potty right before laying down. A friend suggested waking him up in the middle of the night and making him go (I'm up anyway, right?) May have to try that.

Sorry this was kind of a negative post. I really don't like doing those kinds of posts. But I would love any suggestions anyone might have. :)

In other news, more busy-ness here at the Johnson homestead. Troy's birthday party is this weekend, so I will be putting my home purging (which, by the way, is going good when I actually have time to do it - I've got 3 boxes of out of season and too-big-for-the-boys clothes for storage, 3 garbage bags of stuff to toss, and 3 bags of just garbage so far) on hold while I figure out whether or not I really can make a Justice League cake. Wish me luck!

More Heart Attacks and a Giveaway

'Tis the season to make my heart race.

After the police episode yesterday, we have already had 2 little episodes this morning. I'm gonna need nerve pills if all this keeps up. ;)

The kids were watching a new movie in the living room, and I heard Troy start coughing, which isn't really a big deal, since we have all been allergied up. But he kept on and kind of gagged a little. I ran in here and raced him to the bathroom in case he needed to throw up. After some more coughing and gagging, he choked out, "I swallowed a quarter!" Jeremy had given him 50 cents last night to try some gatorade (I know, right?) and he was so proud of it he was carrying it everywhere with him, even putting it on the headboard of his bed when he went to sleep last night. He had gotten it when he got up this morning and had evidently been holding it in his mouth (which is something he just started doing not too long ago.) Jeremy went out to get his phone and while he was trying to decide whether to call 911 to see what to do or call his mom to come get the other 2 kids, Troy coughed it up. He told me a little later, "I thought a mean man had come and cut my throat." I am sure it hurt. Not to mention scaring him, me, and Jeremy all to death. He came over here just a few minutes ago and sat down in my lap and asked me, "Mom, was I going to die?" Bless his little heart.

Well, about the time we got recovered from that, I got me some breakfast fixed and sat down at the table with Jeremy and we started talking. I looked around and asked the boys what Audrey was doing. They turned around and looked, and I just happened to see movement about halfway up the stairs. She had made it that far without any of us seeing. I thought she was just on the other side of Jeremy's recliner playing. Not so. I ran over there and walked behind her as she climbed the rest of the way up. She faltered twice, but caught herself. This is the third tme she has climbed the stairs all the way to the top by herself. She is just growing too fast.

If I make it through raising these kids without having a heart attack, and with all my hair intact, it will be a miracle. ;)

On a happier note, A Wise Woman Builds Her Home is hosting a giveaway for the book For Instruction in Righteousness. It is about teaching godly character traits to your children. This is one I am thinking I mght need to buy (if I don't win it!) :) Go check it out. Go on. You know you want to.