My little people person

Speaking of never leaving the house. Judah does this thing whenever he is left alone he freaks out. It is very unfortunate in the fact that it makes it really hard to get things done when your kid is at his baby gate screaming at you the whole time. But I was thinking about it and I was thinking this could work for me. Maybe he will never want to leave me and go to college, maybe he will never get a girlfriend or get married, or move far far away. Maybe he will always be my big baby that cries whenever I leave the room. Don't worry I know I don't really want a big baby that never leaves home and by the time he is 18 I am sure that I will be begging him to go to college and get a girlfriend and move away, but just for a second I had that thought. It wouldn't work anyways because he could care less if I leave the room if someone else is in there. He is not a momma's boy. he is just a people person.

SURPRISE!!!

One of my close friends Brenna turned 30 this year! Woot woot. Craziness I tell ya. Her sweet husband Andy asked us (Me and Liz) to help throw her a surprise party. and of course we said "hell yeah". He ended up inviting 150 people including kids (what!!!), but it worked out perfect. Thankfully not all 150 showed up. About 65 to 70 came which was perfect. We did Italian themed, so we had tons of spaghetti, fettuccine, lasagna, wine, salad, bread, cheesecake, the works. In fact we had a ton too much. I think they literally ate leftovers for a week. Better too much than not enough, right? It was a lot of fun and hopefully she enjoyed herself even though she told us to "just say no" next time he asked:)

Thanks to my mom for letting us steal all her plates and platters for the day.

Shockingly we had a lot of this left.

So good.




This little man has a special place in my heart.

Thanks goodness for good weather!

Lots of babies! and kids!



No Nancy is not posing, she just as that silly grin on her face all the time.

Gotta get at least one of these.

are they related or what???

Brenna is doing something really weird withe her head but I had to put this photo because Ashlynn looks so stinkin cute!

Dave did a photo shoot of the birthday girl. Good thing she likes having her photo taken.




Yes we are all as exhausted as we look.

We have known each other 14 years!

My under-paid babysitter. and by that I mean not paid.

This is how I felt by the end of the night.

Happy Birthday to an amazing friend!
You are beautiful, hilarious, gracious, kind, loving and patient.
A great mother, a fun friend, and an awesome wife.
One of the most laid back people I know,
you are my friend that messes up all sayings with me,
cooks great food and doesn't mind having impromptu guest even though
you have your hands full,
Takes me to consignment sales,
watches stupid cheesy movies,
rants about our hate for dogs and our dirty houses,
listens to me talk about the same thing over and over and over again
Friend.
Love you lady!!!

My son George

I called Judah George yesterday. I am not really sure what that means besides the fact that I am losing my mind. He was doing something like banging his train set, or throwing it on the ground and then saying "uh oh" and looking at me with his big innocent blue eyes and I said "No, George, don't do that". As soon as I said it I thought "That was weird. I don't even know a George." I guess it is just something he is going to have to get used to. Me calling him George, or totally forgetting his name when a stranger ask. Maybe something is seriously wrong with me. Oh well what do you do?

Maybe I should change my blog name to "oh well, what do you do?" because I feel like that is how all of them end.

Judah also had his first traumatic fall this weekend. I was visiting a friend who had stairs. He had not paid any attention to them, so I didn't even think about it when I left the room for 30 seconds. LITERALLY. 30 seconds. A lot can change in 30 seconds. I walked back in just in time to see him flying down the stairs. I am still not sure who was more scared. He started screaming at the top of his lungs (and let me just say he is not a crier. or at least a pain crier. he is a "I am mad" crier, or "give me what I want" crier or a " I want attention" crier, but not usually when he gets hurt). I am not sure if he was crying from the pain, being scared after flying down who knows how many steps, or from me snatching him up and smothering him with a million hugs and kisses, or me almost crying and bouncing him around the room saying" your ok, your ok, your ok". After calling everyone I know that is a nurse or has ever made contact with a nurse I came to the conclusion that he would probably live. He had a black eye and a big bump on his head, but boys are supposed to have war wounds, right?

Last night he also fell face forward and hit Jenna's brick fireplace right on his big mouth, but he also survived that with some minor bleeding. Jenna and I were definitely the more traumatized ones in that situation.

Then he pulled a dollhouse over on his head. At that point Jenna said "It is amazing that that kid is alive" All in all I am learning that boys are crazy and rough and everywhere. God is giving me lots of practice on how to love them and sooth them without smothering them and making them big babies. I still need some more practice though because every time he gets hurt I want to cry harder than he does and then lock us in our house and never leave and keep all the mean and badness away from him.

but oh well, what do you do?

Family photo.

Couple things I have learned. Make sure your baby is well fed and rested and my husband is a complete poser! Thanks Karis for your help!