The Children...

They are conspiring against me.

I am outnumbered.

Please send reinforcements!

LOL!

That's about what I posted this morning on Facebook.

I've decided that these two little heathens I have are doing this on purpose to drive me crazy.

Baby N has started sleeping through the night...kind of. Most nights, he will sleep from about 11pm to 6am. Awesome right?? I think so too.

Except for last night. Last night he woke up starving at about 3am. I got up and fed him and he would NOT go back to sleep until sometime around 5am.

I figured this was no problem, Little Butt went to bed a bit late last night so she would sleep in right??

WRONG!

She decided to wake up at 7:30am. (Usually she sleeps until 8:30 or 9am)

This seems to be a recurring theme for my children. When Baby N sleeps in, Little Butt wakes up early. And when Little Butt finally sleeps in...Baby N wakes up at 6am and stays awake until Little But gets up.

At least I have my coffee back...

And...because I hate posting without a picture, here are a couple recent pictures of these buttheads that I have given birth to:

Y'all know how awesome Little Butt's fashion sense is...

And look at what a chunky monkey Baby N has turned into! BTW, the Torticollis makes his head turn that way. Poor guy...

PS. Little Butt is a sucker for animals and Amber over at Goodnight Moon is having a giveaway for the movie Spooky Buddies (a movie about dogs who talk and dress up for Halloween). I entered to win it for you and if you want a chance to win you should enter too. Jump HERE.

Then and Now

When Little Butt was in dance class over the summer, I would take a book with me to each class so I would have something to do while I waited for her to finish up.

Since I tend to read about a book every week or two, I ended up taking my Nook at one point.

I got to talking with a couple other moms about the benefits of having the Nook versus paper books.

I found out the one of the moms was a part of a local book group. I exclaimed how fun that sounded and told her about my virtual book group. Right before the kids were released from class, she asked if the book group was something I would be interested in joining. I quickly said "YES!" and gave her my information so she could contact me.

The following Monday, I had Baby N. A couple weeks went by and I thought for sure I would never hear from her again since I never went back and the classes ended. Fortunately, that wasn't the case!

Last week, I attended my first book group meeting with this new group. I've never been a part of a book group that I didn't help found and that wasn't made up of my friends.

It was interesting and exciting to walk into a home full of new people to talk about books!

We read The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen. I loved this book so much that I ended up reading the author's other 3 books before attending the meeting. (The Girl Who Chased the Moon was my favorite)

One of the questions that we discussed was about how the characters in the novel were fighting against the views other people have of them based on who they used to be in high school. They couldn't escape their former selves because everyone knew them as a particular way in high school and didn't allow them to grow beyond that.

The question asked how we were different, or the same, from who we were in high school. This question has had me thinking a lot lately.

I am absolutely NOT who I was in high school. It's actually pretty crazy.

I used to be crazy super shy. I wouldn't talk to anyone. I would bribe my little sister to call and place pizza orders because I would have anxiety attacks about talking to a stranger.

I couldn't go anywhere by myself either. I always had to have someone with me. (Though I still prefer to have someone with me, it isn't mandatory now).

I am SO different that people are shocked to learn who I used to be.

I have to say though, I like who I am now. I like that I can make friends wherever I go. I talk to anyone and everyone.

I have met people walking into my doctor's office, sitting in a dance studio and waiting to drop Little Butt off at school. I have gone to spouse coffees on my own and met fabulous people there. I've even hooked up with someone on a recommendation from another friend and found a sister for life. (By the way, y'all should go follow my dear friend Danielle)

There are so many opportunities I missed back in the day because I was too shy to pursue something more.

I am glad I have changed. I think it's definitely for the better.

How about you? Are you different from who you were in high school? Are you happy with who you are now??

Private Murphy Strikes Again!

Hi guys!! ::waves enthusiastically::

I've missed you guys!! 

If you follow me on twitter, you know that I haven't been having the BEST time lately.

Let me catch you up.

The Hubble came home Labor Day weekend to surprise his family who were in town. The weekend was great, but way too short, as usual.

He left and his family left a few days later.

Then I found out that Baby N had a mass in his neck. I was pretty devastated for about 24 hours until we got the mass scanned and got the results back. There is nothing scarier than thinking that your baby has cancer. I kept thinking that I had been through so many emotions to get to the point where I was head over heels for this boy...just for him to be taken from me???

Luckily, that's not the case. 

He has something called Torticollis. It's basically that his neck is twisted and the muscle is bunched up. He is not able to turn his head to the left (Zoolander anyone???). I took him to physical therapy and I've been working on helping him stretch and strengthen the muscle. I've already seen an improvement in just a few days. He is already looking straight ahead more. He doesn't cry as much as he did the first day and his head turns further left now than it did the first day.

Hopefully we will get this issue resolved quickly.

And apparently, if it's not the baby who is broken, it's me!

I was walking Little Butt up to her school a few days ago (while carrying the baby in his carseat/carrier) and I stepped in a hole I didn't see. I twisted my ankle and scraped up my knee really bad.

I decided to go to the ER because I didn't want to wait around to see if it would get better on its own since I have the baby. This is what it looked like:

And this was the outcome of my ER visit:

It's not broken, just sprained. And it's annoying. I have to be on crutches. And those things hurt my hands and under my arms.

Oh yeah, I also got a tetanus shot thanks to my scraped up knee!

Luckily, I moved closer to family and my niece has been over the last few days to help me out. I can't very well carry around a baby while on crutches. Grrr!!

So that's the haps over here for now. It could always be worse!

I miss you guys and hope to get back to blogging soon. Until then...miss me!!