Look at these chompers!

Even though each tooth she gets is a true test of mommy's patience...even though every tooth she gets seemingly keeps her up for nights on end, resulting in bad night habits that must be broken later...even though the other night she decided to experiment with how hard she could wrap those sweet little teeth around a piece of mommy's shoulder...

Gah...does she really only have FOUR? We have a long way to go.

Lollipop lollipop

Yeah, yeah, yeah...second kid syndrome. I never would have dreamed of giving Maddi a lollipop at 14 months old. BUT...it let me get some pictures. So...whatever works. Dum Dums are the size of your fingernail anyways.





And I keep going back to these pictures in Photoshop...they need something. But I'm not sure what. Maybe the crop is weird...? I dunno. More saturation? Ugh...no one cares about this crap but me...I'll shut up now.

Ahh...memories

Here is my very first blog. I am actually still slightly taumatized from this morning.

After looking at other people's blogs, I have discovered that you can tell a lot by a person just by what they choose to tell the world. ]Here's the most important thing you need to know about me : I hate milk. And not just 'Oh, I don't care for milk. None for me, thanks'. No, mine is a genuine disgust. I don't even like to touch the carton (It makes my hand stink..is this just me?) Some might think it's a little over the top...I prefer to think it's quirky.

This is why it is so scary when I realize I have lost a sippy cup. For the past few days, I have realized that Maddi's blue sippy cup is MIA. I just knew that it was in some dark corner of the house, growing more and more putrid by the minute.

Well, as I open the car door to put Maddi in her carseat this morning, I am knocked over by the smell that wafts out. THERE is the sippy! Half under the front seat. With the lid unscrewed JUST ENOUGH to allow some leakage I am faced with a dilemma. This morning I want a Whataburger taquito more than anything. My car smells like the depths of Hell. And yes, my Hell smells like rotten milk. After an internal battle, my desire for a taquito wins. I roll down all the windows and hit the road. After all, it's just down the street.

As I'm driving, Maddi is protesting the windows being down. I'm trying to repress my gag reflex and I go the wrong way. Waxahachie is not a big town by far, but I manage to take the longest route possible. My brain was clouded with milk fumes. I gag some more...I'm stopped at stop light after stop light, which leaves no air flow...stagnant milk air. I gag again and accidentally turn into Taco Bell. I curse. Then I remember I'm not supposed to curse in front of the baby. Because even though she has no interest in repeating anything we say thus far, she would choose the word "SHIT" to begin her vocabulary with.

I finally get the cursed taquito, which I have no appetite for any longer.

So, out in my garage is a car I cannot sit in anymore. It either has to be detailed or sold. The offending cup has been brought into the house, but I gag everytime I see it. So, I put a dishtowel over it and Kevin can deal with it when he gets home.

I *puffy heart* newborns!

Because who DOESN'T love a one week old baby in all their squishy, wrinkly goodness! Baby T was so alert! He was checking everything out...or maybe just keeping an eye on the crazy lady with the flash-y thing. Who knows. I was just thrilled that I had a baby boy who didn't tinkle on my stuff.

Whew! The tall one is feeling MUCH better!

And my little dumpling...


I'm pretty sure she thinks if she is not looking directly AT me, I can't see her pulling out her bow.

Happy New Year...or something like that...

Well, we rang in the new year with the dreaded stomach bug. It started with Allie, who thankfully just had a very mild version. So mild, in fact, that we took her over to my sister's house for New Years dinner on Thursday. By Friday night, Maddi and I were very, very sick. I haven't been sick like that since I was a kid...seriously. I never, ever get what the kids have. I called my sister that night, and all five of them were in the same boat. Sorry sis. We're recovering...and it wouldn't be true Lyndsey style if I didn't get at least one picture. Maddi is still feeling a little puny, if you can't tell.

Can't we just take a bath, Mom?

Do we have to do pictures in the tub all the time?

Yes, yes you do. Now stop complaining and be cute.