On a side note...

Uploading pictures through this crappy Blogger uploader is screwing up my images. It's messing with the color, making some of them a weird orange color. I usually upload through Flickr, who has gone and changed THEIR interface and I couldn't get them over here.

I am irrationally irritated at the entire situation. Small stuff, Lynds. Stop sweatin' it.

Summer is just about over...

And while ordinarily this isn't a huge deal around these parts, this year is a bit different. This is M's very last Saturday before starting Kindergarten. Her last Saturday where she is totally and 100% responsibility free. From here on out, her weekends will not just be those two days where Daddy is home...she'll really have a week to END and a new week to begin. It is incredibly sobering.


Sweet babies...

These are the days...

Things are crazy around here these days. Three kids...not too bad. Three sick kids? Oy vey. Grayson came down with a little cold a week and a half ago. Long story short, he sounded like that stupid 'Sounds of Pertussis' commercial and scared the crud out of us. I took him in and we're still waiting on the test results. In the meantime, Allie has an ear infection and trying to get that child to take her meds was like trying to bathe a rabid cat. Maddi has decided that being left out was no longer fun for her and she has come down with some sort of cold or something. Yippee!! This is all on the heels of all three of them having some degree of pink eye. We've hit our quota on illness and I fully expect to keep healthy kids all winter long.

You hear that, God? WE'VE HIT OUR QUOTA. Please. And Amen.

G is 12 weeks old and changing every day. Before he went and got all sick on us, he was sleeping 9 hour stretches at night. Granted, he sucks at napping, but I'll take it! He is trying SO hard to roll over (back to tummy) but hasn't quite got it yet. Which is fine. I'm not ready for his first milestone. I've realized he isn't a newborn anymore and that was nearly enough to send my post partum hormones into orbit. That, and I really no longer have an excuse for not starting the weight loss adventure.

Maddi starts Kindergarten in 13 days. Thirteen. Days. I'm so very excited for her. Really. I am. I'm not at ALL secretly an emotional freak about it. Honest. It doesn't make me sad at all that I am sending her off to public school where she will spend all day not needing me. On an up note...she is looking mighty stylish in her skinny jeans. And I'm not just saying that...she actually told me that she was "looking mighty stylish". Love her.

Ohhhh Allie. Where Maddi is my old soul...my 30 year old in a 5 year old body...Allie is my spunky, sassy and downright HILARIOUS little ball of goober. She knows she's funny and she works it hard. I have no idea what I would do with my days if I didn't have her keeping me on my toes. She's having a slightly hard time adjusting to the baby, but she loves him SO much. She loves him fiercely. Literally...I have to make sure she doesn't go all Lenny on us and love him to death.

God has mightily blessed us.