And so it begins.......

Can you tell we're a little excited? We're so excited that we went ahead and marked off the first week in June. That's just how crazy we are.

Things you don't want to hear

Here are a few things my 2 year old has said to me this week.

-As I am belting out a song in the kitchen she turns to me and says, "I hear the animals making noises, Mama."

-"I poo poo on your pillow, Mama." Nice.

-While walking through Wal-mart, we pass a Hispanic teenager wearing a cast on his arm. Bennett gasps and says, "Look, Mama. There's your friend."

-My Mom was pushing Will in his stroller when suddenly Bennett grabbed the stroller and started running full speed ahead with a terrified Will strapped in his seat. When we called for her to come back she yelled, "NO WAY, MOMMY SUTTLE!!! BENNETT TAKE WILL-MEN! BENNETT TAKE WILL-MEN."

-And then finally, after a very rough day my Mom told her that Jesus wanted her to have a happy heart. Bennett turned to my Mom and said, "I no like Jesus."

Our squirrel odyssey

Day 1- I hear something in our attic. Maybe it's a bird. A squirrel? Who knows, but I don't like the sound of it.

Day 6- I should probably call some sort of pest control place.

Day 21- Hmmmm..... they're multiplying. What am I so lazy? I should probably tell Rob about this.

Day 26- Rob agrees that we should probably call someone.

Day 31- They've multiplied. Okay, this is it. I am calling someone tomorrow.

Day 33- Why is calling a pest control place so off of my radar until I hear these maddening squirrels above my head in the morning?

Day 39- Bennett keeps telling us, "I hear da animals making noises, Mama."

Day 42- Okay, enough is enough. They are taking over our house. There is a colony of them now and they are just up there taunting me. And Bennett keeps saying, "I so scared of da animals, Mama."

Day 43- We finally call someone. It will be FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS to remove squirrels. What??? Are you kidding me? We are taking matters into our own hands.

Day 44- Survivor Man Rob climbs on our roof with squirrel traps. They are loaded with peanut butter and the trap only cost $40. We are in it to win it.

Day 45- No squirrels caught. And they continue to taunt us by shutting the trap door without getting caught.

Day 46- Survivor Man Rob is climbing through our attic luring squirrels into his trap with food and positive thinking.

Day 47- No squirrels.

Day 48- We see the squirrels peering out of a hole in our roof. They are openly mocking us.

Day 49- No squirrels

Day 50- They've multiplied again.

Day 51- We cave and call Cridder Ridder. We pay $500. Seriously.

Day 52- A neighborhood girl rings our doorbell to tell us that there are dead squirrels on our roof.

Day 53- I hand a burly man a very large check for executing 6 squirrels. I am switching careers. I'm no fool. I see where the money is.

Say hello to the hubby

He started a blog. I thought this was a co-blog, but apparently I was wrong. He needed to spread his wings and fly. Check out his blog if you get a chance.

http://robwebster.net/

He's pretty funny. But don't encourage him. I have to live with that humor every day at home.

Well, hello there

So, it's been awhile. How's everyone doing? Hanging in there? Enjoying the last week of LOST? Voting for Lee Dewyze? How have I been doing you ask? Well, just hanging out in the ER, sleeping the days away doped up on vicodin, and hanging out in my bathroom duking it out with a bout of food poisoning.

But other than that, things are just fabulous. I had a set back with all of my back problems and I am still dealing with those, but I am almost back to fighting shape. I just have to thank my awesome friend Jessie who literally carried me upstairs when I couldn't walk, my parents who who just happened to be in town and took over with the kids, and my amazing husband who has been there every step of the way.

But enough about all that. Blah, blah, blah.... here are some recent pics taken in between all the craziness :-)

Good thing it's not Fathers Day

The Scene: I am in the kitchen making dinner. Bennett is playing on her slide. Will is crawling on the floor. Rob is on his laptop. Everyone is happy. All of a sudden Will starts screaming.

Me: What happened?
Rob: He's fine.
Me: Why is he screaming?
Rob: He just fell down and banged his head on the side of the table.
Me: Geez, Rob. Can you pick him up?
Rob: It's not like he fell down the stairs or anything.
Me: (counting to 10) Good point.

Swagger Wagons

This is to all my motherfathers out there. And this especially goes out to Jerry and Jessie Pullins. Oh, yeah. Swagger Wagons 4-evah!

Guilty Pleasures

1. Eating hot french fries in the car when you leave a drive through. I thought when I had kids that I would always wait and eat our fries when we got home. I didn't want nasty and greasy stains all over our car. Whatever! Eating hot french fries as you are pulling out of the drive through are the best guilty pleasures of all! Let the stains commence.

2. Sticking my baby in a pack and play and letting him watch Baby Einstein while I grab another half hour of sleep in the morning. Actually, I don't feel guilty about that. That's called survival.

3. Disney Channel. I don't care what you think. I'm 31 and I will totally sit and watch a "Suite Life on Deck" marathon if I stumble across it. Actually, I will watch any Disney show. They remind me of TGIF. Remember that? Full House, Step by Step, Family Matters? Come on, you know you watched it. Well, only if you were a loser and didn't get invited to spend the night with anyone on that particular Friday night. But secretly you were glad because you got pizza and a dose of Uncle Jesse.

4. 48 Hour Murder Mystery shows. Just trying to keep my wits about me in case Rob tries anything funny. I will watch these for hours. I don't know why. That's why it's called a guilty pleasure.

5. Drinking all of the milk out of the bowl even after the cereal is gone. Okay, I think this is gross, but I am submitting it on behalf of my husband.

Anyone else?

What is wrong with me?

Okay, friends. Help a sister out.

A few months ago, Rob and I were staying at our friends house in Missouri and it was the night before church. I asked my friend for one of these-


You all know what this is, right? You would have thought I had asked for a homemade pipe bomb. She told me that she never uses an iron. Ever. I was astounded. She did have one, but she had to dig it out and I think it was made in 1988. Rob and I have talked about that. I admired her for being able to shirk this chore, but I had no idea how she did it.

Fast forward to last night. I was talking to a bunch of ladies, and guess what? NONE of them iron. NONE! Not one! I was the only one there who knew how to use of these.


And yes, we dry clean, I shake things out before putting them in the dryer, I put things in a steamy bathroom, I smooth out wrinkles with my hand..... all of those things. But I still iron clothes at least 4 times a week. Even Will's little shirts.

Am I crazy? Does anyone else in the free world iron? What am I doing wrong? Am I a nerd for kind of enjoying it? Why has nobody told me about this before? I suppose none of you are washing dishes either. Vacuuming? Who does that when you can just use a lint roller on the carpet? I am going to start re-thinking my life and the purpose behind it.