Well, I havn't blogged in a very long time, in case you havn't noticed. I've been keeping up with blogs that I stalk but just havn't seemed to find anything to blog about so I'll share a little about what my kids have been saying. My #1 has found his ambition in life, he wants to design roller coasters, and he so far has some pretty good plans and names he's come up with. He has a pretty active imagination, a lot more than I have ever had so it's interesting to hear his ideas. #2 seems really interested in letting me know that I'm fat. The other day he walked in the bathroom right after I got out of the shower, I promptly made him leave, but seconds later he poked his little head back in and said "don't worry mom, I won't tell anyone you're fat", thanks I really appreciate that son. I've tried to tell him that it's baby but he says that the baby is not in my fanny, only in my stomach.
Lastly, #3 is into telling everyone off, not minding unless it suits her and is not at all interested in being potty trained. She says that when the new baby comes out it is going to say "I want chocolate milk" And she is convinced that her bed is right between her mom and dad in their bed. No matter how many times we take her back to her room she always seem to end up between us.
Today I spoke with two 20 something girls who are pregnant for the first time, they said that earlier in the day they had been told off by an older woman, she had said that people who have young kids now are not raising them right. So they wanted to know if I had any advice for them. All I said was don't be a couch mom, get up and do it with them, love on them alot
and always follow through with your threats, make them possible and you have to be willing to give stuff up. Like I'm so seasoned, I barely started homework within the last year, I have it easy for now. I also said that it is the most wonderful thing I have ever done, I love spending time with my kids, I truly enjoy them. I consider myself very blessed.
Also, I have this great man I live with and I am quite happy, he has been working his rear off lately. The other night he came home at 3 am, and I woke up so we were talking, he was telling me about a few exciting things that had happened, shootings, murders, tracking bad guys etc. Then he asked me what I had done that day, and to be honest, all I could think that I had done that was an accomplishment was one thing, I blurted out, "I got the laundry all done and put away for the week" And he was actually impressed, considering that for the two weeks prior to that he would have to run down to the laundry room to get clean underwear and clothes when he got out of the shower. Boy, I'm glad that we don't have to cross over into one anothers professional lives he would be bored and I would be scared to death.
7 comments:
You are cute!:)
You are very interesting with all of your backside pictures. get use to the girl telling you off. Get that baby here and we'll go walking everyday and get super skinny. We'll be delicious!
The backside thing is one of the stipulations I have in order to have this dang thing, that's one reasons it's so hard to find something to blog about, they have to be backside pictures, in fact I have had people tell me that they have some pictures of my family where one can't see their faces and would I like them, I alwasy say "great! I'd love 'em."
Brandee Brandee Brandee- Of COURSE I remember you! How are you? Wow, almost having child #4? That is so awesome! You will have to send me an email to farleyhutch@yahoo.com so we can catch up or you can find me on facebook and we can keep in touch that way! Wow, so glad you found me!
Mindy Hutchings (Farley)
That bathroom story was a crack-up! Let us know when that baby comes. How are you by the way?
I carry the bulk of my baby in my backside and thighs, so tell your number 2 that he just doesn't understand how pregancy works. When you hit child number 4 you are seasoned and old (what does that make me).
How did your hubby's surgery go? Send us an email if you don't want to blog about it.
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