Buenas Noches

So the Sasster's bedtime routine has gotten a little out of control....especially when Kyle puts her to bed. Sometimes he is not out of there for 30 minutes. It's just one of those things that has gotten longer and longer and built and built. In addition to the length, she has gotten more of an attitude and more demanding about it which means more drama and fits since we don't just cave to her every whim.

Last night, we had both had enough. So we decided starting tonight we were going to change things.

Starting tonight we were going to have family worship time (read the Bible, sing a song, and pray), then put Moose down, let LK have 20 minutes of reading time in her bed, then go in and just tell her/kiss her goodnight and turn out the light. (we had been doing something similar only then reading her a book of her choice in her room, singing again, praying again, she gives Kyle a pretend haircut, pretend shots, throws a fit about not being able to find her babies and blankies, then give kisses, turn out the lights and leave the room.)

So here's how things threw down tonight:

We talked to her and told her several times that we were going to change how we said goodnight. She repeated and asked a few times "Are we going to change how we say goodnight?" and I would answer her "Yes, we are going to change how we say goodnight. I said, "we are going to pray and sing and read as a family out here in the den and then when we come to your room after reading time, we are just going to say goodnight."

After a few of these explanations, we read,sang, and prayed and then we put Shepherd down, and got her settled for reading time. Beautiful.

A few minutes before her reading time was up, she came into where I was sitting and told me she was ready for bed.

As I am walking with her down the hall she asks, "Are we changing how we say goodnight?" I said, "Yes, we are changing how we say goodnight."

After I tuck her in and kiss her she asks, "So how DO we say goodnight in Spanish?"

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Mommy, I don't feel good

"Mommy, I don't feel good. I think I need a bubble bath."

"Mommy, my tummy hurts. I think I need a cupcake."

"Mommy, I don't feel good. Maybe we should go play outside."

"Mommy, my tummy is full. I think I need some yogurt."

"Mommy, my tummy hurts. Maybe we should skip my nap."

"Mommy, I think I have diarrhea. Maybe we should go to the park."

"Mommy, I don't feel good. I think I need a cookie."

"Mommy, I don't feel good. Maybe we should go to the Mall."

"Mommy, my tummy hurts. Maybe we need a little walk."

"Mommy, I don't feel good. Maybe you should come to my party."

"Mommy, I don't feel good. Maybe we should play littlest pet shop."

"Mommy, my tummy is full. I need a little snack."

"Mommy, I don't feel good. I think Shepherd is crying."
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#3, Week 15

"Sleep, no I never get enough. Always waking up tired."

Oh little Wiley #3, You are 15 weeks along. Time is zoooming along! This week you are the size of a beefsteak tomato. You have started "breathing" amniotic fluid which gives you some really early practice for those teeny tiny little lungs. You can also now sense light and pressure. That means I can rub my belly and you can feel it! Also according to my doctor, I can now start feeling you flutter and move. Apparently any flutters before this have been "intestinal movement". Let me just tell you that I know the difference between gas and baby flutters. One of my favorite things in the world is feeling you flutter in there. 

(Don't worry, that isn't mommy's hand. I'm not quite that wrinkly yet.) 

Mommy: Is very tired lately. This is probably still only partly your fault because I am still nursing your moose of a brother. This is going to end very very soon and then it will be mostly your fault that I am tired. But I'm hoping to have a little bit more energy.

SBOAD (Studly Beast Of A Daddy): Has been very busy with things at work this week and had a lot of meetings. I have no reservations that the favorite part of your day will be the same as your siblings: when your daddy walks in the door. He is so great about giving mommy a break (so she can make supper) and plays and reads with your sasster and brother. He is very encouraging about how you are growing even though it doesn't show very much on the outside. He loves mommy most of all.

Big Sasster: OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo buddy, it has been a week with your Sasster. She puts the Sass in Sasster. This has been a great reminder to pray that you will have a very laid back disposition. She still will come up to me almost every day and say "Mommy, I really want it to be baby Hannah". If you are Fischer, I promise she will love you more than you may even want (after a little while) (we're working on her).

Moose of a Brother: This week your big brother has not been feeling very well. I think he might be cutting a tooth. You just need to start preparing for that now. (I guess you probably are). 

We are all so excited to know if you are a Hannah or a Fischer. We are praying for you every day that God would save your soul, that he is creating you to be the perfect fit as our 3rd scout in our family. We are getting more and more excited about you and cannot wait to know you better!

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Cupcakes and Brother

"Mommy, I dreamed last night that I ate brother like a cupcake."

"It's not very nice to eat your brother."

"It's ok,  Mommy. I pretended he WAS a cupcake."
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Homemade Problem Solver...

that's me....the Homemade Problem Solver. At least today it is.

You see, I've had some problems. And  I'm going to share them with you. Why? Because I am a blogger. And I get to post whatever I want to.

1. Dry, itchy, flaky scalp
2. Acne

So I decided today was the day to solve them.

So I put the babies down for nap/room-time.

So I made an oatmeal mask for my face.

So I'll share the recipe with you. (Ok I'm done with the So's). (For Today).

I wanted something homemade sense I'm pregnant and all and the jury's still out on a lot of acne medication during pregnancy and I can't remember which ones I'm allowed to use and I don't want to give #3 birth defects just because I don't want to look like moon-crater-face.

I made my own little concoction based on some things I already knew and read about online.

I cooked 3/4 c oatmeal with 3/4 cup water over the stove for 3 minutes. (I knew oatmeal helps with acne and oily skin).
Then I set it aside and let it cool.
Then I added some honey. (because it's sticky and is actually a great moisturizer for your face that won't add oil).
Then it was still too thick and gloopy so I added some milk. Why milk?  Because milk is actually a great facial cleanser and because it's oatmeal. What else am I going to add?

In the meantime, I heated up about 1/4 c. of olive oil in the microwave to treat my flaky itchy scalp.

Then I grabbed a baster brush and the two bowls and went to bathroom.

[Now, let me pause here to tell you that nothing about these processes were pretty or clean. It was all very messy.]

The first thing I did was wash my face really good with just plain water.

Next, I grabbed my clean baster brush and started applying the olive oil to my scalp. Allllll over my scalp. Let me just tell you, olive oil was dripping everywhere. All over my face and ears. After my scalp was saturated, I massaged it all in because it just seemed like the right thing to do. Then I wished I had plastic wrap to wrap around my head because it also just seemed like the thing to do. I didn't have any nor do  I own a shower cap so I just pulled it back with a rubber band.

I washed my face again to clean off the oil that had dripped. I applied the oatmeal mask to my face. Very gloopy and messy and chunks of oatmeal fell off into the sink as I was massaging it into my skin. But I persevered and kept going.

At think point, I knew things needed to set and saturate so I piddled and picked up a few things, made my bed, and clipped my fingernails.

After about 15 minutes or so, I jumped in the shower, washed off the oatmeal mask and washed my hair 3 times with tea tree shampoo.

I was nervous that my hair would still be very oily and to be honest, even when I towel dried it, it still seemed heavy and oily but I decided to go ahead and blow-dry.

I have to tell you that my hair is amazingly SOFT, SHINY and FLAKE-FREE!!! I might just do this once a week.

After blow-drying, I straitened it like I normally do and then I applied a light moisturizer to my face. My face feels soft and oil-free without being too dry.


Here's a pic of my shiny hair and not shiny face and #3 finally starting to shine a little bit herself (himself)!
(It looked bigger in person)
(The camera takes away 10 pounds)
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Some thoughts on Football.....

I never really understood football till college. I grew up in a home that very much loved football, was in band in jr. high/high school and therefore went to every game, but everytime I asked the boys around me about it, I felt like they just made up the rules and they were complicated and different every time. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed the game.

There are some rules I have picked up over time that still make no sense to me....

#1 being that only some players on the field are ELIGIBLE to catch the ball. Meaning some players are not. WHAT??? still doesn't make sense.. REALLY? But I heard it at some Ladies Locker room led by a cowboy's coach.....(yeah I know.. I know...) (I did actually learn things like nickel and dime defense.) (Not that I remember what they mean).

In college, I eventually learned most of the rules and made some up of my own.... not for the game itself but about the game and my participation in it.

1. I am a Red Raider through and through.
2. You cheer for your team win or lose.
3. If you leave a game early (before the school song), you are a pink raider. (not saying I never did this, but the rule is there)
4. I cheer for Alabama because of birthplace and familial ties. Also for the competitor in me that really likes to win and beat Auburn, just for the sheer joy of the majority of my paternal family's irritation at it.
5. Sometimes it's just ok to cheer for the underdog.
6. If you yell "squish 'em like a bug" at the tv in the same room as your SBOAM husband, you might just get made fun of. (But someone please tell me a better sentiment to be yelled at the lack-of-defense that does not involve profanity??)
7. Sometimes I get excited about football, but sometimes I have had enough. And that's ok too. As long as SBOAM fills me in on the details. And I still get to have an opinion.
8. Pro-football is boring to me. I will watch and somewhat enjoy the superbowl, but it just doesn't hold a candle for me to college games.
9. Clear Eyes. Full Hearts. Can't Lose.

All that being said, I will cheer for the Patriots in the Superbowl. Why? Because Wes Welker plays for the Patriots and I used to watch him ignite the whole Red Raider nation with his football playing. ("Welker!""Welker!" Wes! Wes! Wes!) But in full disclosure you should know two things:

1. I have not seen him play, not even one time, since he was a Red Raider. I don't even remember what he looks like.
2. I may or may not watch with passion or like a really care. But I will care if "we" lose.

There you have it....my thoughts and cares on football. It's ok if you don't like it. Just make up your own rules to how you like football. You follow yours, I'll follow mine.  The end.
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A Tuesday List

1. Laura Kate got a note in the mail from Grammy yesterday.

This is what it says:

Dear Laura Kate,

I have been missing you - so VERY much. I love you mostess. I can hardly wait for you to come see me. Be a very big girl for your mommy.

I love you,

P.S. Tell Shepherd I love him and miss him too. He is not big enough yet to get a letter like you :-).

2. I changed Shepherd's diaper today and it smelled like dog poop. I wish I was kidding.

3. Laura Kate called Grammy to tell her thank you for her card tonight.

4. It suddenly occurred to me why I havn't started showing very much with #3: I'm still nursing the moose.

5. Do you know what that means?? When I stop nursing Shepherd I am going to get really really fat.

6. Laura Kate called Papa and read her note from Grammy to him on the phone.

7. Maybe Shepherd is part dog.

8. Maybe he ate dog food.

9. Laura Kate called Uncle Joel, who didn't answer, and left a message for him reading the note from Grammy on his voicemail.

10. I accidentally put too much powder in Shepherd's diaper tonight. He rolled over on his tummy and back to his back and a giant poof of powder came out of the back of his diaper.

11. He doesn't smell like dog poop anymore.

12. Laura Kate called Aunt Sassy and read her the note she got from Grammy.

13. There's a good chance I would get really fat even if I didn't stop nursing Shepherd.

14. Uncle Joel called back and Laura Kate read him the note from Grammy.

15. Laura Kate loves her note from Grammy.

16. I am going to be really fat.

17. Everybody's poop stinks.

18. Powder can help.
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#3, 14 Weeks

Baby #3 is 14 weeks along today!!

Apparently he/she is the size of my fist or a peach. A peach is bigger so I'm going with the peach.

Although I am BARELY showing. Like just a little pooch. I feel like this is very backwards. With Shep, I had a definite bump at 14 weeks. With Laura Kate I just felt fat all over.

Today I feel like it's a Hannah. Purely based on the fact/wivestale that my almost non-existent bump is more oblong than round. Who knows though.... I can already tell you that this little one is not going to fit in the mold of his/her sister or brother. Very  Very different this time around in all areas. Nothing like either one.

Sasster still very much wants a Hannah. SBOAM still thinks it's a Hannah. Moose still doesn't have a clue but if he did I think he might want a Fischer. Papa still thinks its a Fischer and while she is mostly reserving her opinion (believe it or not) I think Grammy thinks it's a Fischer.

Regardless, one thing is for sure....it's a BABY!
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I don't think I have to tell you how I feel about bath time. My bath time. The time when the world fades away. The medicine that is good for the very soul. Just good for what ales you. Or just good. I love my bath.

Last night, I tucked  Laura Kate in bed and reminded her not to turn her lamps on to read or play and that she needed to go to sleep. I told her if she didn't go to sleep then I would have to start taking away her babies. (This isn't being cruel people, she would literally play for hours and read for hours if we didn't set limits and consequences).

So she went to sleep. Since Kyle was at class last night I had saved my dinner for after the kids went to bed and watched Glee and New Girl.

Around 9:15, I started shutting things down in the house and making my way towards my sanctuary (my bath). As I started down the kid's hallway, I heard this sweet little voice drifting down the hall. I look under her door and see the light shining out of it.

Uh oh. Oh the dismay of disobedience.

I walk in to find her reading "Hop on Pop" to her babies by the light of her lamp that I specifically told her NOT to turn on. I took her book away and told her she needed to choose one baby to give me that she would not sleep with. She tearfully chose a squeaky bird that I put up on her dresser. A midst the tears, crying, and fit, I told her I loved her and was so sad she made a sad choice but that tomorrow was a new day and to go to sleep.

By the time I turned on my bathwater, her room was quiet and I said to myself  "finally". I had literally just lowered myself into the tub, layed my head back and closed my eyes, when the red light on her monitor lit up furiously and the screaming began from her room. Not just any screaming, but the something-really-may-be-wrong-screaming. The, she-may-have-fallen-out-of-her-bed-and-broken-her-arm kind of screaming.

I gave it a minute to see if Kyle would miraculously walk through the door at this very moment.......

he did not and the screaming did not stop.

So I get out, dry off, stomp down the hall, open her door, check to make sure she was in one piece and then bark, "talk like a big girl and tell me what your problem is"

....she just points at the bird sitting on the dresser.

You have GOT to be kidding me. For the Love of ALL that is good and HOLY, THIS is what I got out of my bath for? You are feeling to weight of your consequence and you REALLY thought if you cried loud enough that I would change my mind?

Well, I didn't say that. I told her again, "I love you and am so sorry you made a sad choice. You need to go to sleep now and in the morning you can have your bird back. GO. TO. SLEEP."

The screaming continues. All the way down the hall following me back to my bathroom. My BATH. My sanctuary. So I did the only thing I could.

I marched over and turned the monitor off.

Everyone deserves a little privacy while they are suffering consequences (or taking a bath).
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Fancy Bedtime Prayer

Tonight for her bedtime prayer, Laura Kate thanked God for all of her fancy words from her Fancy Nancy Book: Fancy Nancy and the Delectable Cupcakes. She named word and meaning:

Adore - to really really like something
Aroma - a smell
Delectable - Yummy
Exhausted - very tired
Improve - to get better at something
Repeat - to say something over again
Velvet - a very fancy kind of cloth
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Dear Shepherd (10 Months)

Dear Shepherd,

Happy Ten month Birthday!  Sorry about missing your 9 month update....we've got a lot to make up for, don't we?
  • At your 9 month check-up you weighed 20lbs 6oz (50%) and were 29 inches long (90%). 
  • You still wear size 4 diapers and 12 month clothes
  • You have 6 ish teeth. The tiny teeth on either side of your top front teeth are playing hide 'n seek right now. 
  • You have started a little bit of separation anxiety. Not so much when I leave you somewhere but more if I'm in the same room, you want to be held by me and readily express your opinion of me when I do not comply with your every whim and wish.
  • You "crawl" everywhere on your tummy. You are like one of those inch worms, pretty fast little worm if I do say so. If you happen to find something on your journey you are not supposed to have, when I notice you start trying to make your get-a-way VERY quickly. 
  • You really like Sookie and Lucy right now
  • But not as much as you love your daddy. When he walks in the room, you reach for him and squak and growl at him until he grabs you.
  • You really are bothered by the fact that you have to wear clothes. Sorry bout that buddy. Your name is not Adam.
  • Things were going great with your table-fooding, but then one day you decided you didn't want to eat veggies anymore. You only want meat and bread and goldfish. The only way we can get you to eat right now is if we dip all veggies in applesauce. 
  • You were sick for your first Christmas with a very sad cold. You had your worst night of your whole life where you were up every hour. Please don't ever do that again. ever.
  • You are now for the next several months officially the middle grandchild on mommy's side of the family. 
Every day we see more of your personality and you are such a valuable, precious part to our family. You are soooo loved.
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George Lucas

Before the sasster was born, we were given the above seahorse as a baby gift. It's this generation's version of the glow-worm. You squeeze its belly and it lights up and plays soothing lullabies. 

We put it in her crib from the beginning and used it as a sleep cue for her. I affectionately named it "George Lucas" simply because it needed a name, and not just any name, but a first and last name and that is what came to mind. 

Somewhere along the line we ended up with a couple George's, and then Georgia Lucas showed up on the scene.

As she has gotten older, LK has moved on to other babies but does eventually come back to Georgia after some time. Poor Georgia has been left at Grammy's and forgotten, then found and rediscovered and celebrated like it was her birthday. 

I cannot tell you the amount of money we have spent on batteries for these seahorses. 

When the moose was born we continued the tradition with him and he now sleeps with George. 

Tonight, with her brother snuggled up to George across the hall, 2 hours past her bedtime, I walked in to Sassy Pants' room to find her using Georgia as a reading light. She would squeeze her belly to light it up and read until it faded away 5 minutes later and then she would re-squeeze for the next five minutes. After going in her room twice, I finally had to threaten to take Georgia away if she did not go to sleep. 

I have not heard a peep since. 

I'll have to remember this one.

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A Squishy List

1. It's called a squishy list because I have a new squishy nephew who was born today!!

Cason James Thomas
7lbs 9oz, 19.5 inches

Isn't he so handsome?! Look at that sweet red hair! I cannot wait to kiss him and squish him!!

2. Today I am 12 weeks pregnant. Time is zoooming for this little one. Feeling pretty great. Just tired and freeeeezing and...

take a deep breath (literally).....

3. I smell asparagus pee in random pockets all over my house.

I guess it's just my pregnant nose. I have not eaten asparagus in weeks, months in my home. I shower, the dog is somewhat clean, Kyle and the kids do not smell like it, it is just random corners and places in my house. It's not like I could be mistaking it for something else. We all know there is no comparison.

Driving. Me. Crazy.


4. I missed Shep's 9 month update. Sorry about that Moose. I'll write your 10 month on Monday.

5. I am wearing a navy t-shirt with black pj pants. I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight, I'll probably have to change. I just can't do navy and black. I know, I'm weird.

6. When a friend asked Sasster whether she thought #3 was a Hannah or Fischer, her response was "God is the only one who chooses"......  PROGRESS!!!!!

7. I wrote SBOAM a poem during my bath tonight....

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
1. You went to Sonic to get me a Chocolate Banana Milkshake
2. You let me stick my cold feet under your warm feet every night.
3. Not once have you called me crazy for saying our house smells like asparagus pee (to my face).

....I know what you're all thinking... "Poet and didn't know it..."

8. I am slowly going crazy 123456 switch! Crazy am I slowly going 654321 switch! (refer to #3).

9. I'm going to go change my shirt now.....and swab out the inside of my nose with rubbing alcohol.
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Today's Stories

I remember it like yesterday. The day Sassy Pants discovered the cat food. Night.Mare. Today the Moose discovered the dog food. I was around the corner and heard some splashing. I ran around and found him splashing in the dog water, food scattered everywhere. I told him "no" and pulled him away and sat him in front of some of his toys that he looked at me and looked down and when he thought I wasn't looking, he opened his little fists and had a kibble in each hand and he smiled really big and started to put one in his mouth! Little turkey!

SBOAM and Moose were watching football and Sasster, not wanting to be left out, marches in the room with her new mixer and says "we're going to watch TEA PARTY Football and I am making cupcakes".

I've got cute kids. Really Cute kids.
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Resolutions and Goals

I'm keeping it simple this year:

1. Have a Baby

2. Spend more consistent time with Jesus

3. Teach my kids about spending consistent time with Jesus (more on this later)

4. Be a consistent, thrifty, meal planner & grocery shopper.

--I'm trying out something new for us. It's called E-mealz.

Check it out here: http://www.e-mealz.com/ Great tool to help save money and it does the work for you for $1.25/week. We are going to try it for 3 months to see how we like it.

I'll keep you posted.

5. Be more consistent with housework. I like this idea of planning from the Desiring Virtue Blog: http://desiringvirtue.com/2011/03/my-first-home-management-printables-daily-plan-of-attack/

That's it.
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