Project Smile: November

I'm so glad it is time to share smiles for the month. I love the holidays, really love them.  I don't like the cold, but the cold means that snow might be on the way and that I get to cuddle up under some comfy, soft, smell good blankets alone or with several others.  I'm joining Alicia again this month to pass on what has made me smile throughout the month.  There have been several other things that I let slip through the cracks, but these are what I have captured.  Please feel free to join us in sharing your smiles.  You never know what your smile can do for someone else.  Happy Holidays, you all!  Enjoy!

Hearing:

• "Sorry for acting like that, mom"  without being prompted after a melt down
• Owls howling, coyotes crying, and leaves blowing while taking the dog out at 5am
• My kids and husband running around the house chasing after each other.  It sounds like the house may fall down, but I love it just the same.
• My FIL's voice for the first time in over 2 months.
• Wyatt tell his brother, "That's my boy!" with a thumbs up!

  

Seeing:

• My real life friends starting blogs of their own and doing it so well
• Looking up at the dark sky at 5am while taking the dog out to see a sky full of beautifully sparkling stars that look thousands of miles closer to me than ever
• A two year old running down the hall in laughter as he should have been in his room in bed
• Unconditional love between a son and a father
• My 2 year old cuddled up on the shower mat waiting for me to get out of the shower early in the morning.
• My 4 year old leaping with excitement for his brother's accomplishments! 
• The pink in the sky with a new morning's sunrise
• A toddler's silhouette in the doorway of a dark room.
• A beautiful sunset

Feeling:

• Warmth hit my face as I open the door to my house when I get home from work
• True love from a four year old as he sneaks into our room one last time before he falls asleep just to tell us goodnight and get some last kisses and hugs
• Love from just hanging out with my husband while he does the things he enjoys. Replacing brakes, changing oil, driving his dad's truck.
• Freshly shaved legs on smooth clean sheets.
• Pride in the fact that some of my friends are falling head over heals in love all in the name of first time mommy hood
• "One more time" kisses and hugs from a two year old
• Inspired by fellow bloggers

Tasting:

• A dinner that filled the house with such a warm soothing aroma
• Thanksgiving desert and dinner in that order for a week!

Absorbing:

• What God has given
• The blessing of forgiveness
• The holidays and everything they mean to me and my family and friends

What has made you smile this past month? 

Feel free to check out the others.  Just click on the healthy smile below.

Post Thanksgiving update

This probably isn't the best time to blog.  I am feeling completely out of sorts today and it started the moment my alarm went off this morning.  I fell right back to sleep.  I am not a fall back to sleep hit the snooze kind of person.  I don't even know how to set the snooze.  Do you even set a snooze?  So, after a short nap and quick additional weird dream I woke up.  LATE.  My body didn't care.  It stammered around as if I had all the time in the world.  It was that four day weekend that did it and all the sleeping in I cared for.  It was delightful while it lasted and thank you, boys for allowing it to happen, but I am paying for it now. 

Our Thanksgiving was much different this year, but it was still good.  I picked up the camera one time to take the pregnant update photos below.  Then again to load them to find some surprises.  Apparently Wyatt was photog practicing again. 

He must have thought that this pic of his dad was good material.  So, needless to say I didn't get any family pictures this weekend or holiday.  Bummer!

We kicked off our holiday Wednesday night really enjoying a meal from my MIL.  It was all sorts of delish and I ate too much, of course!  Thursday morning when we are usually heading to KS for a meal with the Sisemores (we missed you guys tons!) we went to the hospital instead.  Bill had just finished his big Thanksgiving meal and desert, which I hear he thoroughly enjoyed.  We are so thankful that he is talking, eating, has way less tubes hanging from his body, in a different room, and feeling so much more than he was a few weeks ago.  We are thankful to be getting time with him.  We are thankful that soon he will be moved to rehab to work like no other to regain some function.

Thursday night we headed to my mom and dad's to enjoy more delish food and desert.  We stayed the night there, which the boys were overjoyed about.  We woke up to some awesome, can't beat um, biscuits and gravy courtesy of Nae Nae and Pa Pa.  Seriously, there is none better.  I won't even touch them at other places because I can tell by looking at them that they will not taste the way I like them. 

It was a good much needed break and I am thankful for getting the time with my family. (Missed you though, Chadica!)

Onto a blog challenge for you...

Can you...

Find the two year old?

 Name the baby in my belly?

 Spot the bed head? 

Guess how many weeks I am?  (I had to look)

Guess how much I weigh?  (Just kidding, don't do that)

The boys also got haircuts Thursday morning.  I couldn't stand the shag any longer.

Anyway, things are good.  I'm measuring just as I should.  I am having some tightening, but nothing painful.  He has a lot of hiccups.  He of course still feels like he moves non stop and never sleeps.  Maybe he is just an active sleeper.  Although I feel like I am organized and have everything I need outside of a coming home outfit and a few more outfits just of his own I don't feel ready.  I can't grasp where this November has gone and I know December will go just as fast if not faster and then January he will be here.  It blows me away.  I am so ready to see his perfect little face, but I just can't picture how much our life is going to be changing again soon and it is hard for me to say I'm ready.  A name would help! 

I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving and I am enjoying the stories of those that have posted about it. 

Wordless Wednesday - Thank you, babe!

Thanks, Babe for teaching the boys to get under the Christmas tree!

Happy Thanksgiving all!  Safe travels and happy memory making!  For more Wordless Wednesday images click right here. 

Pfff!

Things are getting done around the Sharp household.  I have joined the ranks of some others that got the tree up early.  I didn't go all Everett style and have the gifts bought, wrapped, and put under the tree, but I am feeling good about where I'm at.  Two people have been crossed off the shopping list because I am done not because they made their way over to the naughty list.  That is by far the furthest along I have been up to this point.  Not to mention that the closets are clean and organized and the infant clothes consume the Nameless baby's dresser.  Ok, so I mentioned it.  We even have diapers.  Thanks, Amanda!!!  The house is completely clean except laundry and my bathroom and closet, go figure!  Always putting myself last (ha, ha!)

So, the tree is up.  The mantel is decorated.  The living room is rearranged. And all of the Christmas decorations have found their spots and a million other spots since two little boys can't keep their hands off of them!  You'll have to suffer through cell phone camera pics and the bright sunshine coming through the windows because my camera was out in the car and I didn't want to go get it.  Plus we have lived in this house for about 5 years now and still have not bought our blinds or any other kind of window treatments except for the bedrooms.

Now onto the Christmas cards.  Speaking of which, a great college friend of mine has recently started up a blog and I love reading it (you might too)!  She is doing her very first giveaway.  Go over to Runninghood to check it out and enter to win some Christmas cards or announcements designed by another college acquaintance of mine.  Go ahead and click around a bit too.  She is pretty inspirational and her kids are aadddorrrable (she said in a singing voice.)  Plus her husband's name is Waylon, just sayin!  It's one of the coolest names ever!

We even have our own little version of Lucy playing the football trick on her brother. Wyatt's "football field" runs the length of our living room and he sets his football holder up and carefully places the football in it just right.  When he turns his back to run away Waylon sneaks up and kicks the football off the holder every single time until I make him come sit by me.  He thinks it is quite funny.  Wyatt on the other hand goes into a complete melt down! 


This little guy down here, yes the adorably asleep little guy that seems like there isn't devil horns lying just under the service of that bed head of hair.  He is a turd if you couldn't tell from the story above.  How did he get like this?  What this sweet chubby little face and ridiculously long eyelashed picture doesn't tell you is that 5 minutes previous to this he was screaming bloody murder.

He REFUSED to take his nap in the crib where he takes his naps every weekend if we aren't in the car at nap time.  He was beyond tired and I just knew that he would give in any second so I didn't go back and rescue him.  This screaming went on for almost an hour.  No tears, just plain screaming mad.  I finally give it up and take him into the living room to sit in his daddy's chair to watch football.  It was like the switch was flipped, absolutely no screaming or crying.  I tried to talk to him and he told me to go into the kitchen.  I tried to make him laugh and he told me to go into the kitchen.  I said fine and went on with my kitchen cleaning.  I come out five minutes later to find this.  Ridiculous!  My newly two year old has turned into a typical man in the blink of an eye!  Telling me to go into the kitchen while he watches football in the recliner and falls asleep!  pfff!

It's exciting (for me)

Before I get to this exciting (for me) post I just have this little question...

Does your marriage ever suck?  Of course there are different degrees of sucking, but in general sometimes does it just suck?  Yeah, mine too.  But, wait don't get too excited, these are normal marriage woos.  I am not talking about the big D-I-V-O-R-C-E or even separation for that matter.  (Now I have that damn old country song in my head)  I'm talking about the sometimes he's crabby and sometimes I am crabby and sometimes we get stuck in a we're crabby with each other rut. 

So, today reading through blogs some ladies were writing to me I think.  See here, MckMama is talking about a "season" in her marriage and how faking it made it for them.  And here Traci linked a video about respecting spouses.  And here Bethany talks about her walk through postpartum depression and how great her husband was through it.

Ok, ladies, I got it and thanks for the messages because I know you had me on your mind the whole time : )!  So, if you are like us and your marriage just isn't all rosey all the time then check out those few posts for a little insight on how to refresh things.  I know I have a lot of work to do! 

Anyway, onto my exciting (for me) post...

Waylon turned two not even a month ago.  He has always been pretty interested in pretending he was going potty.  You can see evidence of that here were I posted this adorable picture of Waylon pretending over the summer. 

Every time he pretended that is all he would do is pretend.  Nothing ever came out, but he happily strutted away like he was the biggest man in town.  After his shower the other night (The boys are showering now because that's the way daddy does it and as long as daddy is taking care of it he can do it anyway he wants to.) he was brushing his teeth and I thought he might have to go so we moved over to the toilet. 

His big thing is just wanting to flush it now days.  But, I told him he couldn't flush it unless he actually did something.  So he tried, nothing came out.  He tried again, nothing came out.  But, I was pretty sure he had to go.  So, I told him try one more time because I think you can do it.  He pushed and he grunted and we had pee! 

He could barely finish with my outburst of excitement.  It was a spur of the moment thing.  No pressure, just coaching and he did it.  Just like a big boy.  So, we got dressed and we played and laughed and flew onto my bed and sang all about what a big boy he is.  It was a pretty proud moment! 

Me:  What did you do
Waylon: No timeouts
Me: And....
Both of us:  Went pee pee in the potty and I'mmmmm a BIIIIGGGG BBBBOOOYYY!

and he would fly through the air landing on a mountain of mom and dad's blankets and pillows, laughing hysterically on the way down.

Wyatt:  Way to go Waylon!  That's my boy!
(while giving him a huge grin and a big thumbs up)

Daddy was pretty excited too!

If you can't tell I loved the moment.  It's one for the books in my opinion!
I know this isn't the end of diapers and it might be 6 months before he is interested in it again, but to me this is pretty awesome anyways.

Wordless Wednesday

Movies in mom and dad's bed - THE BEST

For other Wordless Wednesday images click here.

It's all his fault

One of the blogs I read frequently, MckMama, did a post about how she is a failure sometimes. I know we all have those moments. Recently mine seem to be happening more frequently. Her post is not what inspired this post. My inspiration for this post came from my own “sometimes I suck” feelings while reflecting on last night AND this morning. I started writing and thought it sounded familiar realizing that she had done a post about this not too long ago. Just more proof that we all feel this way sometimes.


Sometimes I suck. Bottom line. My intentions on posting this are not for responses such as “Aw, you are a great mother”, “cut yourself some slack”, “It happens to all of us”, “you’re pregnant, it happens”. I’m just looking to get it off of my mind and just so everyone knows I am by far perfect and cute the majority of the time. Sometimes I yell at my husband for tiny things. No matter how much I want to justify just how right I am at yelling at him it is wrong and disrespectful. It is even more wrong and disrespectful when my boys hear it or witness it. I suck sometimes.

Sometimes I yell at my kids and wish for bedtime to be there sooner. How can that possibly be when I get so little time with them during weekday evenings? It makes me feel awful that I would think that way. Sometimes things come shooting out of my mouth and I even think where the hell did that come from.

Sometimes when I say it is bed time for me I mean it. So much as to go to bed and lock the door and not care what happens or what is destroyed when my head is on that pillow. Or who for that matter handles any disruptions that might happen after my head meets that pillow.

Sometimes the attitude in my heart makes its way to my face and there is no hiding how immature or hateful I am feeling at the time. Sometimes I pass that immaturity and hatred onto the ones I love the absolute most. Sometimes I slam doors even though it is an action I hate and takes me right back into some childhood emotions.

Sometimes I justify until I feel good about the horrible way I have acted. Blaming, finger pointing, name calling. You name it I can probably justify why it was done and make it seem logical to me anyways.

Sometimes I spank my kids. I know this is a hard subject to talk about and it is a hard one for me to even think about. Sometimes it is needed. Sometimes I jump to that resolution before trying other ways to correct the behavior out of my own lack of patience.

Sometimes out of my anger I don’t even kiss and hug my family goodbye. Knowing as I walk away I could regret it and already do, but I don’t turn around and right my prideful wrong anyway. I just throw a pity party and feel sorry for myself, cursing and blaming someone other than myself all the while.

Sometimes I blame all the wrong in my life on my husband. Everything can make its way down to why Dale is responsible for things sucking at a particular moment, true or not. Why must I treat him as the enemy sometimes when he is the one that should be by my side running down this sometimes sucky, stressful path with me? Why must I make his life harder and more stressful than it already is? Why is it that when I get mad my immediate reaction is to think I don’t need him and he does nothing around there to help me out, which is far from the truth? Why must I then think of ways to start removing him from my life? Why must all these feelings stem from him not starting my car this morning to warm it up before I left for work? I thought we all needed a little smile, but yes, that is the reason why I was soooo mad at him this morning. Last night, that is a different story.

But, it all makes me reflect on how I am reacting to things on a much wider scale. How I have done such a great job keeping my emotions in check while in the office, but completely failing at this at home. I guess a girl can’t have it all if she truly doesn’t try for it. It is my choice to make as far as how I react to things, but that is usually my very last thought. My first thoughts are I am pissed because so and so did this or so and so won’t listen to instruction, or I have told so and so about this a million times. You get the picture.

Sometimes I suck. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I know the issue lies with me and not with the ones I’m trying to blame it on. Sometimes our lives aren’t like this at all. Sometimes there is nothing but joy and laughter that fill our halls. Sometimes the boys get away with a lot and have their home to get their wild hairs blowing in the wind free of repercussions. Sometimes my husband can do no wrong in my twinkling eye. Sometimes I blow things out of proportion and need a venue like this to put myself in check.

Sometimes I fail, but I am always forgiven.

WMT (Writing my thoughts, not What!? Mother Trucker! cuz I know that is what you were thinking) I couldn't think of a title

I haven’t blogged all week. I miss it. I had nothing to contribute to Wordless Wednesday and I hated that. I have no inspiration for deep thoughts.


A kitten died on our front porch this week.

I ate so much at lunch I feel like I am growing one continuous stretch mark across my stomach. I think nameless liked it though. He is quiet for once. I think he filled his belly to the brim too. It was bbq, so you know, ‘nuff said.

Someone brought me some donettes to work this morning. I love getting surprises especially if it involves food.

I ate earlier just to stay awake. Donettes and Fritos to be exact. I think the nurse might be doing some major adjustments to the scale at my next appointment. I hate the point where she has to take the scale up to 150 and then move the other to the right. I just close my eyes. It’s all temporary, but I still can’t stand the sight of my backside I don’t care what anyone says.

I’m tired today. Almost beyond tired if you didn’t get that from above.

One night this week I had movie night in my bed just so I could catch some extra zzz’s with the boys close. They loved it and so did I. I think we might be doing that more often. Wyatt asked if we could last night, but last night was a good tv night. Priorities… I know!

I’m having a lunch date with my high school girls tomorrow. Can’t wait! We do that ever so often. We were the ones in high school that promised we wouldn’t grow apart and have stuck to it for the most part. I love them like my sisters! I’ve always had some issues saying I love my friends in the past. But, I now know what that means and feel s like and I am so happy to say that I do love them. I do! Even if they call me bitch because sometimes it’s the truth!

Dale fixed our brakes on the Tahoe and Taurus last weekend and I think it might have made me fall that much more in love with him. Crazy, but I love that he can do things like that and do it right. We also got some real quality time together doing things he really enjoys and even though they weren’t necessarily my cup of tea I loved hanging out with him doing those things regardless. Uninterrupted quality time together like it used to be. Not saying I want to go back to before having kids because I don’t, but getting back to how things used to be between us, priceless. It felt good for once to not have a blow up or a screaming fit or a stressed out moment for the majority of the day last weekend. Loved it!

Nameless has awoken!

I think I have restless leg syndrome as soon as I get home at night. It drives me crazy, but laying in bed actually helps. It is sitting on the couch I can’t stand.

I’m sorry to be missing a birthday celebration this weekend up in IA. Dale will be helping out his family moving some stuff and I hopefully will be putting up the Christmas tree (shut up, I don’t care if you think it is too early) and getting closets arranged. I bet I get maybe a fourth of that done before I declare I’m too tired and need to rest.

I hope to start and get the majority of my Christmas shopping done next week online when I get double the cashback bonus on my Discover card. Yes, I pay it off every month without fail. All those Dave Ramseyers are raising their eyebrows, I know. We are actually doing quite well on our plan except for the last two months when fit seems to keep hitting the shan. Hopefully that storm is over or at least gives us a break through the Christmas season.

I bit the crap out of my cheek while eating lunch. It hurts and feels gross. Thought you should know.

And on that note… have a great weekend everyone!

I'm in so much trouble!!!

It's official, my 3rd trimester has arrived and as if right on que, here comes the swollen face, hands, legs, and feet. 

I think it is safe to say that I have some major junk in my trunk and some major trunk sharing with my thighs!  I think my butt and thighs are definitely taking the brunt of this pregnancy!!!  I'm dreaming about all the work I am going to be doing to get it all off.  No worries, perfect timing for spring where I want to be outside anyway so I will just have to get my large trunk on the trail for some good runs across the street.  I'm sure I'll need the stress relief!

Kind of hard to tell just how big I am with the black, but just go here and see what I used to look like when wearing this outfit. 

"Mommy, my turn!"

Without the black, right before bed (after eating dinner.  I skipped desert last night, shocker!!!!).  Wow!  I still have plenty of time to gain even more weight and have to go through Thanksgiving and Christmas.  I'm in so much trouble!!!

The nameless baby is doing great.  He is still kicking me like crazy and pushing his pointy little parts against my stomach making me look like I have some growth on top of the large growth I already have.  Some of his movements and pushes and kicks can get pretty uncomfortable, but I still love feeling them. 

This pregnancy is going by so stinkin fast!  People keep asking if I am ready for the baby to get here.  Of course I am, but I am also not trying to hurry things up in the least.  Our lives are about to get that much more hectic.  Plus with this being my last (according to us) baby I want to soak it in as much as possible.  Besides it is already going by extremely too fast!!! 

I am excited to see his little face and smell his perfect little baby smells and to see him with his brothers, but that time will come soon enough!  Right now I am enjoying the heartburn, limited movement, uncomfortable bending over, waking up every morning seeing my image in the mirror and being shocked all over again that I am THIS pregnant, random shooting pains in my lower back, swelling, feeling like a beached whale attempting to roll over in bed, occasional waddling, and clothes stretching.  Seriously I am!  Every bit of it is a reminder of the blessing that is growing just for our family.  Plus, I don't have any of the baby clothes out and the room is not ready.  I have a lot of work to do and did I mention the holidays being thrown in there?  Wow, I have a lot of work to do!!!  I'm in so much trouble and quickly running out of time. 

At the same time I'm good with all I have to do and not worrying about it.  This whole pregnancy has been that way, unplanned and completely out of our hands (well, not entirely, but you know what I mean).  Inside I feel calm and collected and know things will get done when they get done and if they don't, no big deal.  Except the name part, that one might be a big deal, but I don't have any anxiety over that yet.  This is a major change for me.  I'm planned.  I'm in charge.  Things go my way.  Or at least that is the way I want things done normally!  I'm actually enjoying this change of character! 

Time to start going to the dr every 2 weeks and time for everyone to start commenting on how large I am, but look so cute.  Eventually the "look so cute" gets dropped off of their comments as my face blows up like a balloon.  Also time for people to start asking how much time I am taking off and if I am coming back to work after.  I think we all have to remember how many mouths this makes! 

But I am good - good with it all!

Bill update

Sorry it has been so long since I have updated on Bill. He is still in rehab here close to home to get off of the vent. Dale, Grandma Vada, and the boys headed over last Saturday morning before the party to give him a much needed hair cut. I kind of wish I was there to take pictures of the moment. Dale cutting his dad's hair ... that image of love is burned into my mind. I guess I really didn't need to be there.


Bill is fighting and he isn't close to giving up. I'm not really sure how a couple of months can feel like years. I can't even imagine how Bill is feeling. He has had some great visitors that really help lift his spirits. I love seeing the sparkle in his eye when his grandsons walk in.

Bill and Linda recently celebrated their anniversary. It was a pretty emotional day for Linda. We sent flowers to the room that I hear are still holding up nicely. That night when we went to visit he had a little spell. We got there and were gowning up. His face looked white and panicked and he didn't have a smile on his face and didn't seem to be watching the boys with joy getting their huge gowns on. Soon he called Dale over. He does this by blowing through his lips since he still is unable to talk. Dale ran over to see what he needed and there was nothing but panic in his eyes.

Dale went to get the nurse. The nurse was telling Dale that everything was fine, but he would go check just in case. Everything wasn’t fine. His heart rate was way up and his blood pressure was extremely high. Soon it seemed like the entire medical team swarmed his room. All the while the boys are standing there seeing this. I tried my hardest to get them down to the end of the hall out of sight. Wyatt was curious about what was going on, naturally. Soon Dale came out to hand me the keys so we could go to the car. It wasn’t looking good. Dale had fear in his eyes. He thought he was losing his dad right there in front of him.

It was his heart. He didn’t have a heart attack, but I honestly can’t tell you what it was besides scary. The team worked on him for quite awhile. They bagged him and gave him an immediate shot and continued to work until he was stable again. Apparently he was on some heart medicine in Springfield that they didn’t continue at this rehab. I guess things are straightened out now and things have been pretty smooth since. But that was seriously one of the scariest moments we have had. We made sure that the boys saw their grandpa in the state he was in before we left, which was a good state. He was smiling and talking and everything seemed to be fine.

This week they have been keeping him off of the vent and he has been breathing on his own for most of the day all by himself. I hear it is going pretty well and they are hopeful that he will be weaned by the end of the week. I hope so. As much as we like having him close to home we would really like to get him in rehab to regain some function and get further down the road to bringing him home for good.

Thank you to all that continue to pray for him and ask how he is doing. Could I ask that you also pray for a man named Scott Cooper. Dale worked with him when he was teaching at Smithville a few years ago. He fell from his tree stand recently and broke his neck. He is paralyzed from the neck down right now and has had surgery to fuse his neck like Bill had. He is just starting his journey down this difficult road. Please continue to keep them both in your prayers. If you are interested in his story here is his CaringBridge site http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/scottcooper1/journal. Dale has finally started a site for his dad too. You can find it here http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/billsharp. We will hopefully be updating that frequently.   Thanks again, all!

Wordless Wednesday (almost)

I am NOT a fan of spiders, but if you read my blog, you might guess that I love these little creations.  This guy is missing a couple of legs, but still.  He is completely different from the real kind!  He looked cute and tasted delish!!! 

Thanks to my sister for the lovely idea and picture!  He almost looks scary real at first glance!

Happy Wordless Wednesday.  Click here to see more.  I am really excited to see the rest as I'm sure they will be full of Halloween posts!  Love it!

Sharing my smiles

It's that time of the month again, no not that time, for me anyway, it is Project Smile time.  Lish over at A Beautiful Mess is continuing her journey to find smiles when the world is trying to distract us from them.  Let's all be honest and join together in agreeing that sometimes life sucks.  BUT, there is a lot to be said about how we deal and cope with those times.  Do we find our smiles?  Search for them?  Ache for them? Or do we simply let them pass us by until our minds have thought of them no more? 

Me? I search and ache for mine.  A smile on my face or the face of others can change my entire view.  Everyone out there has a story and everyone out there has a choice of how to live it!  What are you doing with yours?  And what does it mean to you?  Does it mean you are strong?  An optimist?  Lacking peripheral vision?  To me it means you are REAL and a character that sees the good and the bad and has a guiding light to get through the fog.

My October smiles:




Noticing a beautiful sunset


 A boy in his brother's cowboy boots staring out at the horses in the field with the sun setting

Watching my husband head to the store with 2 boys in tow in otherwise embarrassing dress attire.  I wonder if he took Waylon in the store with those boots on?

 Having a productive weekend baking apple crisp, making caramel apples, and cleaning the house (windows included)!

Receiving sweet comments from people who read my blog

 

My husband really cleaning the kitchen (not just putting the food in the refrigerator)

Coming home to a clean house

The boys getting to spend some actual time with their Grandpa Bill

Random finds on my camera

Waylon hanging on for "jus un moar" hug and kiss


Wyatt running and jumping into my arms when I pick him up and telling me how much he missed me.


Seeing my babies kiss my belly loving on their new baby brother to come.


Finding out that my sister does actually read my blog




Brotherly love


Hearing a sweet voice


Seeing a random deer in the back yard

Hearing my husband tell me I look nice out of nowhere (My husband, Dale Sharp, um, it's not like him AT. ALL! It might have been the 1st time ever)

Wyatt's love for taking pictures even if his brother is annoyed by it.


Hearing my kids pray


Seeing my kids light up a person’s face


Singing Jesus Loves Me with an almost 2 year old


Witnessing my 4 year old make good choices when the rest of the group is not.



Feeling my tiny baby kick and tumble and hearing 3 different people during a sonogram at 3 different times comment on what a little wiggler he is. (Ok so, the wiggle comments put a nervous smile on my face, but it still counts!) This one is going to be more rambunctious than my other two???!!!! Oh my!



Because they get close enough without being asked

 
Hearing Wyatt tell me he will think about me all day before I drop him off in the morning
 
My husband going shopping at the spur of the moment to buy clothes for his boys.  So sweet and believe it or not he does a great job.  He buys them matching "coaching pants, so they can wear pants just like daddy."  It makes their day!  He even gets the sizes right without asking ahead of time.


Weekend morning cuddles


Memories made - see the entire post below


A turning tree in the fall and enough leaves to lose a kid in

  

Support.  Love.  Forgiveness!

These are my smiles for October.  I can't believe the month is gone.  Join Alicia in November sharing your smiles!  I would love to read them.  Click on the smile above or right here to join up at the end of the month.  Or you still have time for October's!

Birthday/Halloween/Our weekend in pictures

Wow!  What a weekend jam packed full of fun and memories!  We are feeling it today!  It was a nice quiet night at home to celebrate Waylon's actual birthday.  We chilled out and carved pumpkins.  I don't think I like carving pumpkins!  I will gladly hand that duty over to Dale and I think I will just take pictures next year. 

"RRRROOOAAARRRR"

Waylon in Wyatt's "supposed to be" Halloween mask.  Waylon will say that something scares him and then he will roar at it basically telling it that it is nothing.  This boy really has no fear unless some stranger tries to take him out of my arms.

He dove in before his brother would! 

 Sponge Bob and Patrick - I am not artistic!!!

 "Wooks pwetty good"

 Daddy's creation

Why is it so hard to take pictures of lit pumpkins?

Saturday...the day of the party...

 Waylon was sick of waiting to eat one of these so he wondered into the kitchen while everyone else was in the living room and grabbed him one.  Then he stole the eyeballs off of a lot more of them.

 Love these things.  And they tasted good too!

 Present time

 The boys loved this present.  See it in Wyatt's face!  This was matching bedding for their bunk beds with big sport ball pillows.

Saturday was THE perfect day for a weeny roast!!  We took full advantage!

Stop looking so freakin grown up already!  Would ya?!

 They could have done this for hours.  Running, jumping, laughing, spitting out leaves, REPEAT!

 SLOW roasted weenies!

 Dale was showing him a snake he had killed earlier.  I love how Waylon is holding onto his brother's arm!

Dirty!

 This is my favorite picture from the day.  He just couldn't wait to eat that cake.  He did this all on his own.  I was just lucky enough to click at the right time! 

Big brother love for his best bud!  So sweet!  He was telling him he did such a good job blowing out his candles.

Mr Can't Smile for a Picture Any Longer Silly Faced Every Time Wyatt!

See!  And that shirt was brand spankin new and will never be white again : (!

Marcus will not be left out of the fun!  He is looking so much better and getting pretty fat again too!

My Ma and Pa!  Thanks for the picture Wyatt!  Maybe Wyatt gets his picture faces from his PaPa!

Seriously, stop growing up! 

More brotherly love around the fire!

Dirty and TIRED!!!

2nd wind.  Daddy got his "bike" put together. He couldn't reach the peddles... so we thought...

Who needs a seat!  He figured out how to make it work all by himself.  No one will ruin his birthday fun with disappointments!

Wyatt hopped on to help him out.  There was plenty of room and yes, they are wearing Christmas pj's.  Close enough!

Onto Halloween.  These pics were taken when we were making final decisions on costumes.  Wyatt insisted on being the same Optimus Prime as last year, so look down a couple of posts to see him.  Waylon was a chicken!  I ended up leaving my camera at home on accident and we got ready at my mom and dad's, but the night was great and adorable.  Wyatt and his cousin Connor ran ahead to all of the houses yelling Trick or Treat, I am a transformer, and Thank You!  Happy Halloween!

Waylon hung back with us not bawking a peep!  Then he would make his way up to the door and stand as still as possible not saying a word or even holding his bag out.  Then he would turn around and walk right back to us stone faced.  A few times he told me he was having fun and a few times he stopped and stared at all the pumpkins.  His favorite house... the scariest one there was.  I had to drag him away from it as he roared at all of the scary stuff.

We had a blast!

Waylon, I mean a Chicken, I mean a Transformer!

Oh no, it's a chicken and the cutest stinkin chicken I have ever seen. 

He flew and tweeted and RRROOAARRRed!  Some really thought he was a girl.

Seriously cute!  He was the hit of the night for Trick or Treating.  Everyone was calling their family to the door to see him!  Melt a momma's heart, would ya!!! 

 Me and my guys!  I love them so stinkin much!!! Silly faces and all!



I hope your Halloween was a hit as well!