Mother of the Year and Belly Butts

Lola has picked up a new phrase lately--as a disclaimer let me just say I have no idea where she learned it. Yesterday before dinner she told me, "Your two poor children are hungry." Being the good mother that I am I fed them.

Lola likes to shorten words, her newest chopped word of choice is belly button. That's right she now refers to them as belly butts. I assured her I was the only one in the family with a belly butt.

(Ha! Just for the record I didn't realize how short my sweater was till I saw this picture.)

Belly Butt for sure.

Lola's Prayer

Heavenly Father,
Thank you for Mommy, Daddy, Morning, Grammy, and Ryder.
And for Lola too.
And for toothbrushes.

Row 2 Seats 13 and 14

We love going to Jazz games,
but we can't really afford to go to Jazz games...
but a perk of Jon's job is we keep getting free fifty free tickets.
Our latest (and greatest ever!) tickets were these.

Yep, $579 dollars for these tickets
I'm not going to lie we considered hawking these
but went anyway and it was SO FUN!
Best free date ever (minus the $8 bucks for soda, seriously $8 bucks for 2 sodas!)

Here is what I learned in the expensive seats.
Cavaliers seriously are the worst team in the NBA.
The expensive seats smells much better than the upper bowl
(not that the upper bowl stinks,
but down at the expensive seats it smelled like expensive cologne).
Basketball players are BIG dudes,
I mean really big, like they could crush-me-with-one-hand-big.
And lastly Jerry Sloan (Head coach of the Jazz)
looks like my father-in-law.

Seriously don't they look like brothers, cousins, something?

Matchy-Matchy

Mother and daughter matching dresses

There is just something so horrible about. I think its due to the fact I get flashbacks from the 80s and me being forced to wear matchy-matchy outfits with my little sister.

But Mother/daughter aprons that is classy right?

Right?
Maybe?
LOL
Well truth be told I don't actual care.
Lola on the other might care--
as a teenager,
but currently as a 3 year old she thinks its cool
It could be worse...

I HEART Jon

January 5th again.

Best decision ever.
No regrets...
Not even the $90 dollar breakfast (especially the $90 breakfast).
You are my best friend ever
even when you attack me in your sleep,
or rile the kids up before their bedtime,
or eat 6 sausages and only leave me one.
I love you
even though I put horrible pictures of you on our blog.

Less than 2 months to go!

I basically have been pregnant or nursing for the last 4 years. We started buying diapers in 2007 and the very soonest we will be done is 2013. I really love being a Mom (even though I'm pretty sure I'm D-O-N-E having babies)I don't necessarily love being pregnant.

I've had lots of women tell me they love being pregnant. I think time has made their brain foggy. Parts are nice--feeling the baby move, but then they start kicking you right in the ribs--HARD. I even like the baby bump, but not the end where I sort of resemble a beached whale and my pants and my shirts start having to make real effort to meet.

I also don't like sympathetic strangers who while shopping during the holiday season ask if I'm having a Christmas baby and I get to tell them I still have 2 more months left...

And accidentally peeing a little bit when I double sneezed. Oh yeah and that part where I have to push him out.

But I do look forward to holding this baby in my arms and cuddling and kissing him. I love how excited Jon is. I'm excited for him to meet his sweet brother and sister. The end is worth the journey.

The Cave

You know your kids are good friends when they play in the cupboard that holds the garbage. We call it the "cave" to make it seem less gross, but its straight up kitchen garbage.