You had a bad day?

We are a little Chipmunk crazed around here. 

Prefering the Chipmunk version of popular songs.

Enjoy this version and a little peek into some of our daily activities...

Meet Bridgie



Meet Bridgies Left leg and her primary means of transportation:

It is not normally RAW.  Normally it is just one large callous, hard like a scab.  Recently she has taken to scratching it.  And yesterday I left her in her crib to play for quite a while and this is what I found when I went to get her.  This raw leg and a bloody sheet.

So, for now she is relegated to wearing sleepers so we can keep her from touching it.

And if she does not listen....

All three kids love 'trapping' themselves in this basket....

Erin had her second 'wear your pajamas to school day' and it was bring your favorite toy to school day for her class.  So Erin and Hollan were match-match.

Welcome to Eoin's office.



That is every single one of  Eoin's cars and dinosaurs up on the table so Bridgie cannot get them.

"Mommy, put Bridgie away...in her cribby.  MOMMY, Bridgie take a lone!!!!"

Trouble, Daddy's Birthday, T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Bridgie likes to be independent. 

Given a bowl of bunny grahams and this is what she did....

 Scootched herself and her bowl over to the kitchen stool

Scootched under it ready to eat like a lady....

NOT!

What were you thinking mom?

Of course I will eat off the floor.  I come from a long line of floor eaters.

Jerry turned 41 this week.

And we sang Happy Birthday....to Bridgie so she would stop screaming!

Eoin is a champion Apple eater.

And a cheeser!

Does anyone else see a young Steven Hickey in this picture?

ROAR!



Scared ya, didn't I?

There's not a thing that I would change....

Love this Girl, Love this Song. 

Makes me think of her and how she has challenged me to be a better person.  To be more open and accepting, to conquer fears and push harder for a better future.



Bridgie's Brigade

Coming Soon...

Here is a teaser:

http://www.dcchallenge2012.org/faf/home/default.asp?ievent=997266

October 20, 2012

Tear the roof off the mother, sucker...

The Funk

It probably started around the second week of December.  Slowly, ever so slowly creeping in when no one was looking.  Each day taking with it more and more energy, sucking the life right out of me.  Fortunately, I know this Funk.  I remember him as early as 6th or 7th grade.  He comes out whenever he runs out of fuel.  I could feel his onset and chose to ignore it hoping he would go away.  I do my best to keep him hidden but many can tell when he's around.  Unfortunately, he decided to rear his ugly head around Christmas this year.

Christmas was not so 'happy' for me this year for a myriad of reasons. The number one reason would be the Funk, then trying to stay away from the commercial created monster that is 'christmas', trying to hold firm in my belief that Jesus is the reason for the season, trying to let the kids get so excited about presents when deep in my heart I was screaming NO NO NO NO NO this is not what I want Christmas to be for our family. 

The build up, the countdown, the anxiety, the anticipation-- these are the things I am not good at.  It's too much pressure and honestly it is too much work to 'create' these things and ideas.  So, I have to take a long hard look at what is important.

Jesus, Jesus is what is important.  The birth of a savior.  A miracle.  This should be the focus and it will be.  We had an advent wreath and we lit the candles on Sunday and talked about Hope, Peace, Joy, and Love as much as you can with a 6 and 4 year old.  Thye loved the candles and blowing them out and being together.   The next step is to start talking about Presence and not presents. 

It is a process that will take place as our family grows and as I continue to be 'present' with my children everyday.  It's hard and taxing and annoying and overwhelming but worth it.

The Funk, or depression by it's clinical name, still lingers but he can't hold me down for long anymore.  I have too many tactics to slay him with.  And I have his worst enemy of all.  Love.  The love of a husband and three littles who love me.

So pardon me as I continue to "tear the roof off the mother..."



I have this little boy Eoin

he is small and very funny.

He sings jingle bells.  And tells jokes. And adds 'poopy' to everything.  And it always makes me laugh.

Today he was tapping his foot to the song 'bait a hook' by Justin Moore (whoever that is) and eating his donut in the car and it was just funny.  Funny because he does not usually 'dance'.  And he was just happy.

And so was I.

Take that mother, sucker.

Sticks and Stones II

Stumbled across the following post today and thought I would share...

http://phoebeholmes.com/2011/12/23/being-retarded/