Aw my comedic relief for tonight

Bwahahaha. So Landon just spent the last 10 minutes on the pot. While he was washing his hands we reminded him to flush the toilet. He ran over and did it and yell bye bye snake-y while laughing maniacly. This kid its too much sometimes.

It's all over but the crying.

Something to cheer up a sad day.

I love the fact that (not so) little bitty Landon likes to eat with utensils that are obviously way to big for his little mouth.




.rest.in.peace.small bitty little soul.

Hello litle love of mine.

Hello my little rosebud. Its your mommy. I realize right now your too small to hear me so I'll talk to your soul that's floating around where ever souls do their little souly thing. I can't wait till I can feel you move around and kick. It almost hasn't even set in that I'm carrying you. My bubbies hurt, that's all that is different. I wonder what you will be like. Will you be outgoing like Landon or quiet like Kaden? (Those are your big brothers by the way.) We can't wait to meet you. If you're a little miss your name will be Helena Esabella or if you decide to grow a sprout its going to Xerek Asher. Will you look like daddy or me? What wil you go up to be? Will I be able to show all three of you how very much I love each of you?
I love you.
Mommy

4:33

Seriously. That ^ is the freaking time right now. In the AM and I have still yet to sleep today. WHY??!?!?! Ohhhh why me? Oh yes, I remember now. Its one of the strange "symptoms" that have come along with this pregnancy. Yep that's right. Pregnancy. For one YAY!!!! Lets celebrate for 3.2 seconds. Yippy, hurrah, huzzah and other excited sounding hooplar! We're pregnant, we're pregnant! Didn't take any time at all for the lovely and I. He came home March 10th and we found out I was preggers April 1st. That was fun telling people on April Fools Day of all days. Today I am 7 weeks and 5 days along. Landon is thrilled about the rosebud. He gets up every morning feeling like P Diddy (Oh wait no, that's not right. Sorry I got distracted) bright eyed and bushy tailed with good mornings to me and my tummy. Kado I'm not too sure about. He makes sure Landon doesn't get too rowdy because he's convinced that Landon will break the baby's ears off if it gets to loud but other then that he doesn't say much. I've gone to the 1st OB appointment and it was uneventful other then the labs and NASTY glucose test. We (and when I say we, I mean me and hopefully Brian) get to see our little rosebud on the 16th of this month. We both really have our heart set on a baby girl but as long as the baby is healthy then obviously we're more then over joyed! It's due to come join our family the 9th of Dec. Which by the way urghhh. That just made me think of something. Summer pregnancy in GA. Doesn't that sound like so much fun!? No, not really. Maybe I should join Bry at Ft Benning after I have the baby. I wonder how he would feel about that one? I'm guessing that one probably wouldn't go over too well. Oh well, its was nice thought. Bleh. Ramble ramble ramble. That's all this post is but what do you expect out of me after no sleep? I think I shall try and get 2 hours of  sleep before I need to get up and start my day. Here's to the new baby and hoping that this whole pregnancy isn't insomniac ridden.

XO Cris

I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man who had no feet.

Its funny how actually opening your eyes to the world around you makes you realize how blessed you really are.

So there I walking around Petsmart lost in my own little curse the dogs world thinking to myself how the hell I was going to get the stains out from the carpet when I came upon a man in the check out line pushing a buggie with a new baby bundled up inside. It was clear the he was in the military, once you've been with a military man you can spot them like Manolo Blahnik in a sea of Payless or for you fashion challenged, a windows in a sea of macs, ew..anyways back to what I was saying. They have a certain "swagga" to them with a touch of cocky thrown in. Out of no where Landon says "What happen to his feets?" What happened to be going on with his 'feets' was that he was a double amputee. In addition to the obvious prosthesis because he was wearing shorts, they were wrapped ACU pattern. Those words of course caused me to immediately blush followed by a quick "I'm not sure baby." He walked away before I was able to say a word to him. I promptly checked out and walked my purchases to the trunk of my car and got the boys and myself in. What do you say to that innocent of a question. It wasn't hateful or judgmental, it was because he had never seen anything like that before but at the same time it was a rude comment. Now here comes the hard task. To tactfully explain to him that there is a time and place for those sort of questions and more importantly trying to explain to him that more then likely it was a horrible accident and furthermore that it might have happened during his duty. Maybe it is because Bry is due home in a day or two from Iraq or because I just finished with the parade of roses but it was too much for me to handle. I completely fell apart. The thought of that could easily happen to our family was just to much to handle. When we got home me and him sat out and I explained to him why his legs were like that and got on the internet to show him more pictures of prosthesis'. I told Landon that he lost his legs because he was strong enough to live without and that there is nothing that he should be scared about.

TO THIS MAN THAT HAS UNKNOWINGLY TOUCHED MY LIFE AND SEE HOW BLESS I TRULY AM, THANK YOU.

Baby is the new it item.

I love how the teenagers are cam-whoring it up with their bellies protruding.

Almost makes me think it was better when they were ostracized for getting pregnant as a teenager, instead of now when they're practically praised. You have Bristal Palin, The 16 and Pregnant girls, its been celebritized. Its unreal. I know I WAS A TEEN MOM, I was 17 when I had Kade, but damn when people started finding out I was so embarrassed of what people would think of me and what they would say. Not these girls, they are proud at being knocked up at eleventeen. Being able to dress that belly cutesy and to have that perfect baby bumps are first priority. 

 Then their delusions continue with the importance of making sure the baby has designer clothes and a cute pink Coach diaper bag. And on who's dime? Their high school part time job isn't going to able to afford that. What about the boyfriend AKA baby daddy. Mommy, Daddy??? Er wait is it Grandma, Grandpa??? 

 

This is going to sound so snotty of me but I have stopped going to the south mall (its more of the "teenage mall") because all the ghetto fabulous bellies parading around with their friends pushing around their little sometimes pride and joys. 

Crazier then witnessing the multiple herds of  baby parades is that they try to look cute and sexy while pushing these strollers and rocking their bumps. Like "Hey fellow male mall rats, take a look at this prime real estate." Miraculously the baby daddy's are no where to be found. You have 4-7 girls all in the same boat and at least 6 of these groups. What does the future hold for theses accessories...er I mean babies?

Alo neglected blog.

I haven't actually posted on here forever, not to say that I was ever a avid blog poster to began with. Because it is still in the infant stages of the year 2011, here is my very belated resolution. TO POST MORE. Not because I have anything particularly interesting to put out, or because I have a a gaggle of readers that I have thus far abandon but, because, gosh darn it, I enjoy hearing myself talk sometimes. It feels nice to share even if no one is really listening. So here it goes.

Today is my Gotcha day. So what is that? Its something that I am pretty sure my mum invented. It has to be my favorite holiday. It was the day I was adopted. Well, more like the day she came to Mexico and retrieved me. Our celebrations consist of going out to eat/getting take out, a small gift, then usually cuppy cakes! To me, this day is coupled with a sense of superiority. I mean come on, its an exclusive holiday that us "children of the heart instead of the womb" get to party to. Nothing makes your feel more important then having an appreciation day. So basically kinda like a birthday but way more awesome! I remember growing up that I used to brag to my friends about February 6th. Of course they all pretty much thought I/this day was lame but I chopped up to jealously. Most children are surprises, I was carefully thought out and "invested in." Even now it has become a joke to laugh at the boys since they don't have a Gotcha day. (So ha haha ha ha boys YOU'RE  MISSING OUT!) Perhaps someday I will be able to share a Gotcha day with one of my children? Only time will tell, but for now it is my special day. =]

Okay time for a random thought: I swear even my dogs can back talk in their own special doggy sort of way. I yelled "down" to them just a moment ago because the pampered pet that they are, like being on couches and beds. So what do they do? They lay down!

Well goodbye lovelies, off I shall go to enjoy my night.