I Only Changed 2 Diapers Yesterday

There are things I enjoy about parenting. Namely being able to order off the kids menu and pretend like its for my kid.

Good thing they like to share.

But there are things that I hate, hate, seriously hate. Namely diaper duty. This pleasure has been mine for four years and for a wonderful 3 month overlapping period, I did it for two kids. And I mananged to keep going somehow. I don't know how.

And since I started staying at home, I am going crazy with diapers. It is a never ending nightmare that I am up against.

And yet, yesterday, I only did it one time. And no, Chase is not home. My day went a little something like this. I got up and changed a diaper. Yes, it was an awesome way to kick things off. We went to church until 12 and then went straight to Ryan and Nikki's house to drop Izzy off. On the way home, Cam Cam fell asleep and naturally I didn't want to wake her up. Let sleeping babies sleep peeps, trust me! So I put her straight to bed. This was about 1:30. And she didn't wake up until 6:30.

It was a little piece of heaven dropped straight into my lap.

When she woke up, I changed diaper #2. And when she went to bed at 8:00, it was still completely dry. So I just put her to bed. I didn't know what else to do.

And that peeps, was an awesome diaper day. Wow, my life is boring.

We Create Kids That Only Their Parents Can Love

I took this picture of Cam Cam because Chase and I thought she looked so cute. Upon further review, I realized this is not a good angle. It makes her look like she has a crooked neck. Sad! But in the moment, Chase and I were amazed at her cuteness. Obviously we think she's cute, we are her parents for hells sake. I was concerned about our judgement after I saw this picture blown up.  

But then I realized that Cambri is pretty freaking cute. She is a crack up. She really loves her shoes. First thing in the morning, she get up and goes and gets me a pair of shoes to put on her with her pj's. Right now, her boots are the cat's meow. I love this kid.  

Cam Cam got her first haircut, courtesy of my dad. He didn't actually do the cutting just the transporting and the paying.

Which panicked my sister to the millionth degree. I was sitting in class and I kept getting text messages from her.

Heidi: I cannot believe u let dad take camcam for a haircut.

Katie: Why?

Heidi: I guess I was more protective of M's baby hair. I am surprised u trusted dad. Wasn't he behind your infamous Elvis cut?

The haircut she is referencing is this one where Chuck took my hair from this:

to this:

And this peeps is the much grown out version. It was horrible.

Being that I got busy in class, you know learning, I never responded to her last text message. And after class, I had four text messages built up from her.

Heidi: Is the elvis haircut a touchy subject.

Heidi: R u mad at me?

Heidi: KK quit ignoring me!!

Heidi: I'm sorry I deeply offended you!! I will never bring up past haircuts again.

I was laughing to myself regarding what a freak show this girl is. She really is too much.

But I also had a message from my dad. It contained this photo.

I now call Cam Cam "The Helmet Head."

Her haircut is like a boy bowl cut. But at least it's out of her eyes. And I'm just grateful that someone cared enough about me and my kids to pitch in and help out. Eternally grateful. I still am.

But when I got to my Dad's house to pick the girls up later that night, he did say something that concerned me.

Chuck: All three of us had haircuts tonight.

Katie: Oh?

Chuck: I told them to cut Izzy's hair off because she never brushes it.

Katie: What?

Chuck: Like yours used to be.

Katie: OMG

Chuck: But she told them she was growing it out.

Katie: OMG

Chuck: So she promised the girl that she would brush it and I decided I would give her one more chance. But next time she doesn't let us brush it, I'm taking her back and having it cut off.

Needless to say peeps, I'm revoking his babysitting privileges.

Thanksgiving 2010

We were supposed to go to Denver for Thanksgiving this year but of course it was blizzard conditions for the four days leading up to our departure.

I am not suprised, it pretty much matches my year.

But being that we weren't in the mood to happily celebrate Thanksgiving, we decided that it would be ok to just go to a restaurant.

And that is what we did. No cooking, no cleaning, just eating with a waiter on hand to refill drinks. I guess there are worse ways to spend the day.

Randomly, they gave us our own banquet room. Six people sitting in a banquet room alone kind of draws attention to the obvious fact that someone is missing. It was kind of sad but we all knew the day would be. My mom was the best cook and we always had awesome Thanksgiving dinners. And I felt really bad about taking my kids to a restaurant because my mom never would have done that.

Not that my kids really noticed. They still had a good time.

I'm grateful that it's over though.

I'm Raising A Nerd

When I was little, I loved Roald Dahl's book Matilda. Chase thought that Izzy would love it because she's a spunky girl and the story is about a spunky girl on steroids (theoretically of course).

Now obviously Izzy can't read yet but luckily for her there is a movie and we found it for $5 at Target. Unlucky for us though. We have watched it 10 times this week alone. She can watch it once and then immediately press play again. Super annoying for the rest of the family that is snow sequestered. Darn Chase for teaching her how the DVD player works. Remind me to kick him next time I see him.



Those of you out there in blog world that have read the book (or seen the movie) know that Matilda has special powers with her eyes. And there is a particular scene in the movie where she is dancing around during breakfast, pointing at things that begin moving. And to a ditty little tune.

So last night, I rounded the corner and came into the kitchen. And walked into this scene.

Isabelle was dancing around the kitchen counters, humming the tune and pointing to different objects. After she saw me, she begged me to take a picture.



I am almost embarrassed to push publish on this post.