I LOVE,LOVE,LOVE this!!!

I never blog about giveaways but I've got to say something bout this necklace that The Pretty Peacock is giving away over at Blessings Abound!

I love it...as well as the other great stuff that they sell...I really like the Henna Inspirations Bracelet.

So go on over to Blessings Abound and enter to win!

Shuffle Tampon

Babe is into Apple BIG TIME. I must say I love my MAC...it's been with me through some rough times (like when I was in the hospital for 6 weeks before Thing 1 and Thing 2 were born). Anyway, the new ipod shuffle...yes, that's what I was talking about. Check it out, the thing looks like a tampon if I ever saw one...

http://www.apple.com/ipodshuffle/

Questions

Ever notice that as you grow up and life changes, the common questions people ask you change as well?

How old are you?

When do you start school?

What is your favorite subject?

Do you have a boyfriend?

What college are you going to?

What is your major?

When will you graduate?

Have you found a job?

Do you think he is "The One"?

When's the wedding?

Where are you going on your honeymoon?

When are you going to have kids?

When are you due?

Do you know what it is?

What names have you picked out?

Are you going to go natural?

Are you going to breast feed?

You still haven't had the baby?

Is it a boy or a girl?

How old is your baby?

Your pregnant again?!?

You do know how that happens, don't you?

After this are you done?

Memories- Mr. President

Before I was a mommy I worked for a Congressman. I loved it! Truly an experience I shall never forget!

This is one of my memories from that time...

Mr. President

I arrived at work to a frenzy of phone calls from people desperately wanting tickets to see the President speak. We didn't have any tickets left.

By afternoon, I was glad to leave the office to chauffer the Congressman's family to the airport to see Air Force One land. As we were pulling into the airport at the appointed time, one of the older children who knew better began using words such as "bomb" and "sniper". The younger children giggled and their mom gave "the talk" from the front seat...

"O.K. now kids, I really don't want to hear words like that, let's be on our best behavior..."

Then from the youngest in the way back of the van (for he had been demoted to the back by one of his older siblings)

"Can we say hate?"

Giggles once again.

After we walked into the hanger we were escorted by secret service to the waiting area. Of course they had food and drinks. The children wanted Mountain Dew, they got Sprite.

After about forty minutes of waiting we were notified that they were ready for us. But were they really ready for us?

We were "wanded" by on of the secret service men (the kids enjoyed this) and all of our bags were rummaged through, when they were satisfied that we posed no threat, we were sent outside to the tarmac to await the arrival of The President and the Congressman. The sun was hot in the middle of the giant concrete slab, but the kids didn't seem to mind. We waited for awhile, then in the distance someone pointed out an airplane to us. It was Air Force One. At this point, the youngest thought it appropriate to inform the secret service men who were lining the area that they were going to be run over by Air Force One if they didn't watch out. The secret service men didn't seem to hear him and he felt it necessary to scream it at them. They must have been deaf, or maybe it was the roar of the engines, he couldn't understand it, but not one of them moved. Amazingly, no one was run over.

Air Force One landed and the President, followed by the Congressman walked off of the aircraft and down the little steps. The younger kids were so funny, they were more excited to see their dad come through that door than the president! After the motorcade zoomed away it was time for us to head on over to the fundraiser.

Someone had reserved a parking place by the door for us and we walked right passed the line and through security (we were getting good at the security thing by this point). We were escorted into the reception where we were seated next to the biggest mountain of cheese cubes I have ever seen (apparently, from the kid's reaction when they saw it, it was the biggest one they had ever seen as well). The kids were excited. Wow! Seeing the President and a giant mountain of cheese all in one day! While the children munched on cheese and fought over who played a game on my blackberry first, the line for the pictures became shorter and shorter until it was finally their turn to have their picture taken with the President. We wiped off faces and straightened ties and bows. I grabbed everyone's things and met them at the exit. It lasted about 30 seconds. When they came pouring out of the room we were whisked off to a door and walked in, there in the crowded room we had our own little pen that we could stand in comfortably without being squished by all of the Congressman's supporters, and everyone could look at us like cattle at the fair. The younger boys didn't seem to mind, they enjoyed everyone looking at them as they lay on the floor, picking at their sisters. Then the President came out and gave his speech. At that point I was exhausted. After his speech the President made his way down the front row as the Congressman introduced each person. When he got to our little box I got to meet him and shake his hand. After he left we were set free from our box and I went to find my husband. There he was, talking to the boys who somehow got out of our box and away from me before I realized it. It was a fun day!

   

Moved...almost

Joy Boy's room is finally done...I know, I know. He IS three months old but, I'm a busy mama! Plus, why worry about readying a nursery that won't be used for awhile anyway because doesn't baby sleep in mom and dad's room for the first few months? The first night we did our routine, final bottle, rock to sleep, swaddle, passi, kisses, bed. Babe and I climbed into bed together, alone for the first time in months. Joy Boy did fine until about 3am. The rest of the night I spent crawling out bed to fumble around in the dark trying to find his passi and pop it back in his mouth only to awaken 45 minutes later to the same thing. The next morning I decided that he just had to get used to his oh-so-cute red and white checked sheets. Night two was the same thing, until about 6am when I brought him into our room and put him in his pack-n-play. He slept until 9! Night three (last night) I only lasted until 1am. After he woke up I brought him into our room and he slept soundly until 8:30. I don't know if he is lonely or misses the sound of his daddy snoring or what but I won't be taking the Pack-n-play down for awhile!

When we moved the twins into their room they did great...but they sure weren't lonely, they had each other. Just goes to show you that everyone is different...even babies!

Introduction

Let's just go ahead and get things going...

My husband (Babe) and I have been married for almost three years, He is from India and I am a good old American girl. This has made for some huge changes in both of our lives from the way we grew up, but we are in love and we take our marriage covenant seriously so these changes have served only to better us. HOWEVER our families, Okay, mostly my Mother-in-Law, (Mil) have a hard time with all  of the cultural differences. This rears it's ugly head occasionally.

Nine months after we were married we found out that we were pregnant...with twins (Thing one and Thing Two) When our twins were eight months old we were shocked with the news that we had another little bundle on the way...by the time he arrived we had recovered from the shock. He's our little Joy Boy. 

Now, all of this gestating and baby-taking-care of has left my body in a terrible state...not that it was in a good state to start out...so I am trying to take better care of myself.

Welcome to my world!

Grateful

One of my new years resolutions is to be more honest with myself...

I need to see life how it is, not how I would have it if I were living in my "perfect world". I have come to realize in my nearly 29 years that it will never be perfect...at least my definition if the word. I am learning to sit back and enjoy each day as a gift from God. 

Grateful that...

I am able to get out of bed

My children are able to draw breath to wake me up

I woke up next to my husband

I am loved more than I could ever imagine by my Heavenly Father.