The Great Debate! Romney or Obama? Noooo. Sleep or Blog.

I have become accustom to sleep typing. I hope everyone reading this will spare me the editorial criticisms about spell check, but I need to get this out and sleeping now and writing later will not work. You see there is never a later when you have children. It doesn't matter if it is one or four, a mother is almost always exhausted at the end of the day. So enough gripe and on with the happy things.

Sparkle Kitty   -  My first beautiful girl is becoming quite expressive and her teachers are getting a little perturbed with her. So is her mama, but I grant her slack because she is Sparkle Kitty and her world is very different than mine. Right off the bus she acted up so I gave her a small dose of children's Advil thinking she may have a sinus headache like I did that morning. She became a different person. She is five, but hasn't mastered the art of self diagnosis. She never complains of a headache. When I can see her squinting and covering her head with her leopard blanket I know what's up. Today it was a double dose of needing to use the bathroom and refusing to go. So of course I told her teachers that she is fine, just let her poop it out and she'll be back in action. Since she felt better we made a cake. My favorite, Pistachio Budnt Cake with Chocolate Glaze. It was awesome. Hear are the pictures.
 

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Well it has been awhile to say the least. I start a blog and boom! I go off radar for a year. Well here is what happened.

A whirlwind pregnancy, gestational diabetes and three toddlers with chronic bronchitis. I am so ready to get back to writing. It is time to concentrate on my health now that I am fully recovered from the C-Section or should I say dissection of Lisa. I am going to focus on the Happy now. No more talk of bad doctors or stitches. Just my beautiful baby boy. 10.3 lbs. Woot! woot! Thank God he was a C-section!

 

 

Here is my Blondie Bear. Michael Soren. I love his name.
He is such a cutie. I wish I had better camera to show off those cheeks. For those of you who cannot see, he is on the carpet so the cheek on the right is smushed outward. You think his cheeks are big, I wish I could get a picture of his thighs.  Such a Big Boy!
Back to the name. My brother Michael and my husband's uncle were named Michael. They were our Godfathers. The name Soren was just a name that came up as a middle name through all four pregnancies. It's popular in Germany, Denmark and Sweden.

Halloween is coming and I want to include some pictured of last year's Halloween costumes. The kids did so well as I hobbled along on my pregnant swollen elephant feet.

Well this will be another year of Princesses and I am about to puke. Don't get me wrong because I love all things pretty and sparkly. I'm and girl and that's what I do. But every now and then I want to mix it up.
I was really hoping one would want to be a kitty or a fairy. Hmph!
At least my always faithful son will mix it up this year and be Lightning McQueen, or at least his driver. We are not sure what the costume is, but it's not the car. Michael will be a Chili Pepper if it fits him. I can't wait.

Getting Ready to Spook the Neighborhood - Maybe just the cat

Seriously our decorations are strictly at the "preschool"  level of scary. Happy pumpkins and a scarecrow. Throw in some artificial leaves and we are ready to put the candy out. Yes we live in a town where you can leave a bowl of premium candy(the chocolate stuff) with a take-one sign out on the front porch and there will be candy left when you get back from your trick-or-treating adventures. But I am really proud and amazed at the creativity so many families put into decorating their front yards. Some homes actually creep you out on a very adult level without being too literal and violent. Good Job Elwood! Since the babies are just that, babies, we will stick with the happy pumpkin.

Late Night Date Night

Hello All. I am anxiously waiting for my date(Sexy Husband) to come home. Its been a lovely week of runny noses, doctor's appointments and a broken garbage disposal and I really need a pick-me-up. Note to those who do not know me: Pick-me-up = Trip to salon, Chocolate coconut cupcake, new lipstick or to literally pick me up and throw me into bed. (I never sleep and sometimes I just have to be held down in bed until I fall asleep. Really. I know it sounds sexy at first, but it is usually not a cuddle fest.
Weekend plans include the pumpkin patch, birthday shopping, and Mass at the Cathedral. I love Sunday so, but my children are still at the age where a cry room would make everyone around us happier people.  
So Mr. Sexy will be home soon and we will enjoy our late night ritual of dinner and going straight to bed. So different than our Pre-3 days. Pre-3 refers to our three little beauties ages 2,3&4. I'll post more on them at a later date.
Well I am off to make myself as beautiful as I can at 12:04am