Disney On Ice & Sisters!

Disney On Ice came to town this past weekend and thanks to Julie we got the "Field Trip" price. Well, when your family is as large as a daycare center, you can get those kind of breaks!! It was so much fun. Jennifer came with four of her kids, Julie with her two, Jodi with her two and me with my one. Total there were 13 of us. The girls dressed up in their princess dresses and the boys in their Cars t-shirts. We got to see Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, and Goofy. The Little Mermaid was the girls favorite and Peter Pan was Bexley's favorite. Lilo and Stitch were there, but we are not fans of them so I thought I was going to lose Bexley to a nap during that scene. The Lion King was pretty cool too. They kids absolutely loved it and so did we. They all behaved so well too, which is quite the surprise. After the show we went out to eat I noticed my sisters all had presents and then realized it was Breena's birthday and no one told me we were doing presents for her! I was so mad and felt so upset that I didn't have a gift for her. We were seated at the restaraunt next to four quite elderly people who did not look happy. The four of us looked at each other and each had that look that read, "big mistake seating us here". I took my poopy child to change a diaper and had a tantrum in the bathroom because he hates the changing tables. We finally get the diaper changed and get back to our seat. Breena's presents were on the table at my seat and the sisters all said, "happy mini baby shower!" I was so surprised I had no idea. They are the greatest giving me a "mini shower". I got personlized bibs, a very cute jumper, a collage frame for his room and Bex and baby got matching Big Brother, Little Brother t-shirts. The kids did remarkably well at lunch and we even got a compliment from the "crotchedy old man" at the table next to us. We got home around 3:00 pm and Bex was asleep in two seconds flat. It was a great day. I did not have my camera; Brye still had it in his backpack from his trip to Austin. I'll post pictures as soon as the sisters send me some!

Finally, you get a few pictures!!

L to R: Case, Jillian, Jordan, Bexley, Jorja, Kyler

Bexley eating cotton candy for the first time!

I'm almost positive Jillian and I were engaging in a very serious conversation about Ariel.

The surprise baby shower! I love my sisters.

It's Not Everyday. . .

It's 12:30 am, I've been in bed for a few hours after a very long day. Brye comes up to bed and when walking to his side of the bed glances out the window that overlooks the driveway. He notices the cab light on in his truck so peeks through the blinds and shouts, "Someone's trying to steal my truck!" I respond, "what?" and he repeats it. I of course, say,"no way" and he says, "yes", grabs his shot gun (which is not even loaded) and takes off down stairs. My immediate response was to flicker the bedroom light to scare them away. I turned the light off and ran to the window to see nothing but the light on in the truck. Brye turns on the outside light but thankfully decides not to open the garage door. He comes back upstairs, we are both full of adrenaline and have no idea what to do. I notice there are people outside in the house across the alley and wonder if they saw or heard anything. I then suggest we call the police and make a report. So Brye grabs the phone and calls 911. He is on the phone maybe a minute and as soon as he hangs up we see the police cars with their spotlights driving around in front of the house. A second or two later the K-9 car pulls up. We stay inside until the police come to the door and are then bombarded with questions,
"which way did they go?"
"did you get a good description?"
"how many were there?"
"what race?" etc.
I never saw them and Brye only noticed they were young, upper teen's or early 20's, one either white or hispanic and one black. He had a vague idea of the color of shirt each were wearing but couldn't be sure. Niether of us saw them leave the truck. The K-9 officer then takes his beautiful German Shepard to the truck and we are told to wait inside. We run upstairs to watch out the window and see the dog sniff Brye's truck and take off running and barking down the alley. We lost sight of them at that point. It was about 15 mintues later the first officer came back to take Brye's formal statement and information. It was then we learned the dog went right to the house across the alley with the people outside. Apparently there were juveniles there "hanging out", one almost matching Brye's description. However, less than a year ago Brye's truck was broken into and our DVD player, his Oakley sunglasses and radar detector were stolen, so there was absolutely nothing in the vehicle but a $70 hunting knife. The police could not locate Brye's knife so they couldn't be sure it was these same kids. The officer then said he was going to call a detective to take prints and went to his car. We stayed on the porch and noticed a teen walking down our sidewalk. Of course the officer stopped and questioned him. Something apparently didn't jive because the kid was frisked and made to sit on the curb while they wrapped up their report with us. We went inside still wondering what was going on with the kid on the curb. A few minutes later we heard the officers raise their voices so again peeked out the blinds and watched them arrest the young man. We don't think he was connected to the truck incident, just got very unlucky walking down the sidewalk. We also learned our lesson to call 911 immediately. It's likely these kids would have been caught had we just grabbed the phone instead of the gun! (gotta love TX)
It's now, 2:00 am and we are so spooked and still high on adrenaline we can't sleep. Around 3:00 am we decide to go to bed. The next day, Brye goes straight to Lowe's and gets a security light for the driveway!
Everytime I go into our bedroom I get spooked walking by the window and Brye is so jumpy still. It's not everyday you see strangers sitting in your car in the middle of night.

Single Parenthood Is Not Fun!

For the next three days, I'm a single mom. Brye is away on a business trip. It's not the first time he's gone out of town, but it is the first time he's gone during the week. Plus, being 7 1/2 months pregnant does not make this job any easier. We had a good morning. The three of us stopped for donuts on the way to daycare and then I dropped Brye off to get his rental car before his drive to San Antonio. After a long day at work, I pick Bex up and we are having a great time. He had no time-outs at school so he got to watch TV and we had cookies and chocolate milk for a snack. Well, that was my first mistake 'cause then he wouldn't eat his favorite food for dinner; burritos. In the middle of dinner (well, my dinner) he spills his full cup of chocolate milk on the floor. Here I am again 7 1/2 months pregnant on my hands and knees cleaning up chocolate milk and trying to keep the dog from licking it up. In the meantime, my dinner gets cold and all Bex can do is cry for more chocolate milk. He didn't get any. I then have to put the lid on the sippy cup, which I should have already done. He gets mad 'cause he wants to put the lid on it and throws the cup. We go to time out. Jodi calls in the middle of everything and Bex is screaming and not staying in time out which he never does. I finally get him out of time out and we go back to the table to try dinner again. Bex then attempts to get out of his chair. I tell him to sit down and if his feet touch the floor he's going back to time out. Back to time out we go. No more TV!! Dinner is finally over; he ate three bites.
It's a beautiful day today and honestly I don't want to deal with another tantrum since we can't watch TV so we go outside to play and have a great time. I didn't even have trouble getting him back in! Bex loves bathtime so that wasn't a problem until. . . . it's time to get out. Wait, let me back up. He did dump a full cup of water over the edge of the tub all over me and when he attempts it again I take the cup away which then had him purposely splashing water in my face which then had me immediately snatching him up out of the tub which then had him in another tantrum. He told me, "be nice momma" which had me laughing but I was still so mad at the little booger.
We got the teeth brushed with no problem but the punishment for a bad bath was no books at bedtime. We got PJ's on with no problem as well. We get in bed and I give him three books for him to read since mommy is not reading to him. It's right at 8:00 pm at this time. For about 10 minutes he does really well, reading to himself, talking, etc. Then I guess he realizes that mommy is not there and begins to cry. I hear him get up and open his bedroom door, something he very rarely does. By the time I get up he's halfway down the stairs. I pick him up and put him back in bed. He starts crying, "I want my daddy". I laid down with him and got sucked into at least singing songs. When I wouldn't read to him he told me, "you're not my friend" REALLY? The kid's only two!! So I try to reason with him and leave again. A few minutes later he's screaming, "momma". I ignore it and find him downstairs again. I take him upstairs and we get back in bed and here it comes, with crocidile tears, "I can't read my books by myself". How is a hormonal pregnant woman not supposed to give in at this point. We really need daddy!! We read three books, gave kisses and within five minutes he's asleep. It only took an hour, and I'm exhausted. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. I'll let you know!

Guilty Pleasure

Tuesday night I just had to go to the grocery store, we were out of milk and the very essential toaster strudel for breakfast. It began raining, really raining, as I was pulling into Wal-Mart. The closest parking spot was too far away for my liking so I thought, "forget this, I'm going to Market Street to park in the new and expectant mothers parking". Is that so bad? I deserve it, right?

Oh the things kids will say

This past weekend we were driving around in the car and Bexley starts singing. His lyrics go like this.

Mama's gonna bite you, don't say that word.

WHAT?! He sang it over and over and over. I finally said to him, "Bex stop singing that song, Momma doesn't like it." He laughed and said, "I like it" and continued on. I even had him sing it to Brye to make sure I was hearing what I was hearing. I then became very angry and started wondering what in the world they were teaching my kid at daycare. So Monday morning I go straight into his room and up to his teacher. I tell her that Bexley has been singing a song all weekend and I needed her to decipher his code. I sang to her what he was singing to me. She immediately began to laugh and said, it's

Momma's gonna buy you a Mockingbird!

I feel like an idiot. For one, the daycare teacher recognized that and I didn't; and two, did I really think they were telling my kid I would bite him for saying a bad word? So now I can laugh about it and will be correcting his lyrics although they are now kind of cute!