Kid-Fest

This is for all the family who doesn't get to see Maximus that often.

He is my sweet chubby boy.

And then there is the Cookie Monster.

Chillin in his shorts and hat.

4 reasons to love "Gammy Ome?!!"

Major tickles!

Walks with Papi....

IN THE RAIN!!!

Cooking with Grammy!

And being nayted on the deck.

Every day its "Gammy Ome?"

(Grammy's Home?)

The Coolest Place

There is an amusement park in San Antonio called Morgan's Wonderland.

It is specifically designed for people with disabilities. Every area and every ride can accommodate those in wheelchairs.

We went yesterday to check it out.

Wyatt and Wolf had fun.

Heather had no fun at all. :)

We went on the train twice. Once with Max (who moments after this shot was taken screamed for his life. He just couldn't handle the train) and once without Max (Cathy took him off to look at something a little quieter).

All the play areas were padded. I wish Wolf's whole world was. He sure loved it.

They had these huge....dongy things. What are those called, Randy? Big pipes you hit with rubber mallets. All different shapes and sizes. Man was that cool.

Then of course we had pickles and hot dogs. Wolfgang immediately dropped his hot dog on the ground so Cathy gave him hers. Thank you Caffy.

I think we're finally getting used to each other. :)

My Everything hurts

Today was not the greatest day in the world.

It started out this morning with Wolfgang tripping and ramming his enormous head, backed by the weight of his body, into my face. My mouth was full of blood and I'm not sure if it was because I bit off a little piece of my tongue, or because my nose was smashed into oblivion.

That was more than 12 hours ago and my whole face is still throbbing. But the swelling in my nose went down, so nothings broken.

Yay.

The poor Wolf grabbed my head (as I grabbed my face) and he cried and yelled, "Solly Mommy! Solly!"

Its not an easy task to comfort him when I'm not sure I still have my front teeth.

But I did. Because I love him with all my Mommy heart.

Tonight I went out the door to work right after the munchkins went down at 8.

We're bringing in a bunch of new furniture tomorrow so I moved things around in preparation.

I moved a large hutch and buffet. And a bed. And 3 dining tables. And 7 sofas. And about a thousand odds and ends. That just about did me in. When I got home and walked in the door, Max was screaming so I went and fed him.

I. Am. Exhausted.

Beyond Exhausted.

But I get to raise these guys.

And it is worth anything I have to give.

Even if that means dragging a Queen-sized bed all the way across a showroom floor (one foot at a time, sitting on the floor and pulling with all my might. Its not pretty. Glad I didn't have witnesses)

And Then.....

...........there are days like this.

I come home from work because nobody will go down for a nap and everybody is screaming and the house looks like 47 million toddlers have had simultaneous fits in our living-room.

Ah, Sunday.

Dancing Machine

Sometimes, as a household, we break into spontaneous dance.

It just happens.

Tonight we were listening to a little disco.

The doctors didn't know if Wolfgang would ever walk, but just look at him go!

He's got the whole Saturday Night Fever thing DOWN!

(he put his own shorts on, by the way)

He's pretty serious about the Twist.

And the Running Man.

Go Wolfgang, Go Wolfgang, Go Wolfgang...

Not sure about this one.

And after a while it just gets crazy up in here.

The Gooster really boogies.

.....until he's too dizzy to remain upright.

He's a dancin' machine.

My adopted sister

Cathy and I have been friends for 14 years now. Amazing. She is one of the great influences in my life. Another incredible woman helping me to grow (up.....she's still waiting).

There are a lot of things that connect us. Humor is the biggie. The other biggie is our love of creativity. It runs in her family. She was born with it and you can see it in her store.

www.meandmyhouse.com

You can also see it in her family.

Here we 3 of the most talented women on the planet.

My Cathy, Janet, and Carol.

And sweet wonderful Rose. I love her.

My second most favorite store (aside from Cathy's) in the universe is Homestead, in Fredericksburg (owned by Carol and her husband). Being in there makes me want to pretend. That I live there.

So, the other day I ran into Carol at Forever 21. It was a strange moment where I had to think, "Where am I?"

"Who is that and how do I know her?"

"Am I in Chicago?"

"Is that a celebrity?"

Then it all clicked.

Carol

She told me she wanted to donate a piece of furniture to my cause.

(My cause being, Life after Africa with 2 surprise babies.)

Other things run in their family besides creativity. Lovingkindness is one of them.

So today we loaded the babies up in the car for a day-trip.

Let me tell you what.

It was hot out. We only made it into Homestead and out again.

But I found my piece!

Its old old old. And heavy heavy heavy.

But my main squeeze got it up the stairs with no prob. He's a hoister. Heaver? Hefter?

I can't stop looking at it!

Ooooo!!!!!! Nice!!

Now I just have to decide what goes where.

I also found this cute old drawer piece, which I desperately need. I'm about to organize my life.

Yay!

Thank you thank you thank you Carol and Tim!

I feel loved and blessed. (A feeling I often get from your beloved sister!)

PS- I saw Mac in the store and couldn't believe my eyes. I wanted to say hi but was pretty sure he had no idea who I was and didn't want to freak him out. :)

In other news, I got this old (new) splintery frame for my "painting".

Its not a real painting.

I mean, I painted it and all, but I only did it because this is a hymn I want to sing every single day. Its more eye and heart-candy for me.