Fishing

Keith plans on doing some fishing this weekend with some of the guys from work.  The boys aren't very happy with him for two reasons.
Reason #1: Why is daddy fishing for fish?  Daddy should be fishing for alligators.  No, my boys do not watch swamp people.
Reason #2: They don't get to go along.
So since they aren't joining him.  They've created their own version of fishing at home.  As seen below it involved a stick and a jump rope.

Caden caught a Caleb!

Almost

We spent our evening at a county fair about an hour from where we live. 

Before we left, we made sure to get our special ice cream treat and support the dairy industry!

Caden had a milkshake; Caleb had a dish of ice cream.

Caleb shared his dish of ice cream with me; mainly because he needed help with the plastic spoon and hard dip ice cream and I took a few bites as payment for assisting. 

As I' tucked Caden into bed tonight, he says "Mommy, I was almost going to share my milkshake with you. *pause* But then I kept it in the backseat with me."

Oh wow, that was almost so thoughtful of you.  But it makes me smile anyway. 

We sure are an ice cream loving family. 

I was raised in the dairy industry, and I've never felt guilty for eating ice cream and supporting the dairy farmers!  If I'm eating it for a good cause, that at least cuts the calories in half, right?

Like a Cowboy

Caden came in today with what used to be a jump rope.
"Mom look! I made it like a cowboy!"
A lasso made by Caden.

A Bear for Mommy

The other day Caleb found a bear he thought I should have. He thought I needed it to go to bed with it that night.

He thought it was so important in fact, that he placed the bear perfectly at my pillow on my side of the bead, just waiting for me to join it that night.

He's such a sweetheart!

The Second Time Around

On January 16, 2010, I peed on a stick for the first time in my life.  A positive result for us!  Exactly 1.5 years later, July 16, 2011, I did it again.  Another positive result!

Unfortunately, this pregnancy ended with the same fate as our first.

This past Sunday, I noticed that something wasn't right.  After spending the afternoon in the emergency room and a follow up appointment on Monday, the confirmed, what I already knew.  That we were having a miscarriage. 

The second time around isn't any easier.  I knew a little bit more about what to expect from my body, but it still isn't any easier. I haven't gone back to work yet, and the thought of it isn't coming easy.

I started blogging, because of my first experience, and I'm back here again, blogging about it again.  Looking back at that first post of mine.  I can certainly say the answer to that question is yes. 

We didn't tell anyone this time around.  And if you know me in real life and are reading this, I'd prefer you keep it that way please.  If that's our desire, why write this post?  Because there is a part of me that needs put it out there, to process, to remember and move on. 

I don't want to talk about it.  I just want to be sad for awhile.  

Just Closed

The book was a quick easy read, with some entertainment, but mostly I was looking forward to finishing it so I could move on to another book!

Clean Underwear = Pee in Pants

Me: Go get ready for showers please boys.

Caden: Oh good, I need clean underwear because I peed them a little.

Me: Why did you do that?

Caden: Because we get clean underwear tonight, so I just peed them a little.

Me: That does not make it alright to pee your pants. 

Caden walks away to get ready for showers.  I shake my head in frustration of my 5 year old peeing in his pants.  Husband laughs.  Husband justifies his laughing by stating that in his mind clean underwear is a logical reason to pee your pants.

I can't decide which I'm more frustrated with, peeing in his pants, or peeing in the trash can next to the toilet in the bathroom. 

On second thought, I'd rather he pee his pants.  I hate cleaning out the trash after he's peed in it.

He's such a rebel.