What is that funkie smell?!

"Ah, gag me, what is that smell?"

The last two times I've gotten in the car this week this absolutely putrid smell has stunned me as I opened the doors. I could almost see the green stank fog (ya know like in cartoons) wafting out of the car blowing up into my face as I opened the doors.

At first I thought it was Isaak's ice skates that he left in there all weekend after wearing them to the rink and skating in them with no socks. Ick.

But to my surprise that wasn't the smell making me gag. They stunk, but something's odor was actually stronger than his funky skates.

I had Isaak look around the car as we leave for Syd's preschool open house tonight. He can't find anything. He wonders if maybe something crawled up and died in the engine compartment of our car. Gosh I hope so, because now that he mentions it it smells like death.

As we're leaving the open house tonight Isaak looks through the car one more time to try and find the culprit...and after a minute I hear,

"could this be it?"

"could what be it?" I ask as I turn around to look at him holding up...

"this old soggy wet pee soaked dirty diaper under the stroller in the back of the van."

Yup. That'll be it.

Crap! When did I leave a wet diaper in the back of the van?! Must have been a while since I can't remember. That was some kind of nasty...

Call A&E, I need an intervention

It's time.

It's time someone called A&E.

It's out of control again, and I need an intervention.

I can't stop hoarding plastic bags!


I easily stripped my closet of over 30 garments this morning to donate/sell, without even batting an eye....


but plastic bags... just can't seem to part with them!


go figure!

New York on my mind

This casual dress I bought over the weekend, plus black tights (possibly leggings)



with either this shoe...


or this shoe...


to sip frozen hot chocolate on the Upper East Side, take in the view of the city from 1050 ft. above ground, eat one of Buddy's famous cupcakes, and walk through a world changing peace conference from Sept. 11th, 1776.

only 10 1/2 weeks to GO!!

Deals? Psssh, more like steals

Yeah-ya!

I'm just gonna smile, nod my head in appreciation, and pat myself on the shoulder for a job well done. I really out did myself this time with the deals I've gotten lately.

It's not easy finding deals like this (unless you're me, of course, and then you find good deals everywhere) I don't know, there's just something about "cheap" that calls out to me I think.

These would be my new $26 sunglasses that I only paid $ .43 for. BOO-YEAH!!! That's right, I said FORTAY-THREE CEEEEEENTS!!



the two bottles of soy and teriyaki sauce I paid a total of $ . 47 for. The two bags of Oreos I got for $ .50 a piece.



this insanely well cared for six paned window for........$1.00. Whaaaaaaa!!!!! One Dolla!! Are you kidding me?! One freakin' dolla! I have cute plans for this, eventually.


and lastly, this mambo jambo deluxe extra large family size fittin' the whole neighborhood under my umbrella rella rella rella rella rella....



for $4.00.

Oh my...it's practically stealing! I am goooooooooood....:)

Simply standing in support

There wasn't much we could do. In the wake of such a terrible loss, I mean really, what can you do? There are no amount of words, embraces, or monetary things, that can bring him back.



Nothing can lessen the blow, except for Christ's amazing power to heal and restore. Not restore what you lost. But restore the pieces broken when he left.



Convicted to do something, we went. We went in support of the fallen soldier, his wife, son, and everyone who's had to walk the bitter circumstances of this life. This life is not easy. But even in the midst of the pain, we all witnessed a beautiful display of togetherness. A beautiful display of support. A beautiful display of....well, love.



And that's what it's all about. Giving love. Doing, not just speaking, an act that displays His love. Even if it's a small one. A small act...like standing on the side of the road, the parade grounds, a flight line, side by side, simply showing that we care.



and raising up our next generation to do the same....a generation that loves...


here's to you Michael and Tiffany Boch....

Showing support

I am spontaneously headed out to the "flag" gate this afternoon with some favorite friends to show support for this fallen Marine!

The radical Kansas Westboro Baptist Church is expected to be there protesting so via our base general everyone who can be there, should be there to show support....so I will be there!

Should be interesting!

Pesky little buggers

Our squirrels...are nuts. And by "our" I don't mean our, at least, I wish I didn't mean our. They weren't ours until Isaak decided to take a liking to those little critters two years ago when he went and felt all sorry for them, thinking they were hungry one day.

Hungry? Okay... here's the thing....squirrels are never hungry!

Eeee-ver.

You don't have to feel bad for them! They eat. They find food. And judging by the plump underneath that fur of theirs, I say they eat better than we do.

But no. We (and really I only mean Isaak) had to go and feel bad for them....build them a little pedestal in the tree to sit and eat the plethora of corn we (Isaak again) went and bought them. Every day we (he) would restock their corn supply, never wanting it to get low, so they wouldn't have to go without. Ahhh, gotta make our squirrel friends happy.

Fast forward two years...and we have a squirrel size hole in the top of our plastic garbage can. Garbage on the grass. Squirrels playing house in the garage. Squirrels waiting by our front door, our back door. Chasing off the birds we do like. Driving my cats nuts.

Whoops, rewind a second... I went too far....did I said we have a nice squirrel size hole in our garbage can? Oh yeah. We do. Because apparently squirrels eat plastic. Hard plastic. (what is it with us and animal plastic eaters) And, it seems to me that if squirrels eat plastic, there isn't really a need for us to keep feeding them, clearly they will eat whatever they have to to survive.

Darn squirrels. They're crafty little buggers. They can even hang upside like a freaky bat to steal the birds food.


And we (he) feel sorry for them why?

Don't feel sorry for the squirrels. Don't! They will eat your garbage can!

A good cat

I can't believe I'm saying this out loud...but, Chief really is a good cat. (wow, that was not easy to admit). Now, don't get me wrong, he is trouble, loads of trouble, and there are a good many days when I want to strangle him, but then there are these moments when I remember why we keep him around. Because he is as loyal as they come. And under neath his terrifying ferocious manner, he is a little snuggle bug. And the girls just flippin' love him. :)




But when he wrecks havoc (like eating plastic which makes him poop, pee and puke all over my floors)....I started getting some payback. I let Sydaleigh walk him around on a leash till she's good and tired, which is never, because she's 4, and thinks "walking" a cat is the next best thing to walking a dog.

Good morning God.

I woke up this morning to the quiet distant rumble of thunder outside. I can still hear it, way off in the distance. I love mornings like this. I love thunder and rain and lightning. They awaken my senses. The "outside" does in general, the sun, birds, wind...but there is something quite special about thunder to me. It's the effect of the ever visible lightning.

Lightning first, then the thunder follows.

Lightning can be quite scary. Just the sheer explosive power of lightning. I stand simultaneously in awe and fright as I watch it. Lightning is always powerful. Always. There is no such thing as a weak bolt of lightning. It always pierces the sky with it's blinding light. Even during the day, when the sky has yet to turn black and gray and dark...lightning is still visible. It can pierce through the darkness and the already present light, because it's that powerful.

We simultaneously link lightning and thunder. Can't have one without the other kind of thing.
" The clouds poured down water, the skies resounded with thunder; your arrows flashed back and forth. Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind, your lightning lit up the world; the earth trembled and quake. Your path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not seen." Psalm 77:17-19

It's the same thing with God. He is my lightning. He pierces my sky with His blinding light. In my darkness, His lightning breaks in and lets me see, even if just for a moment. Even the blackest of nights can't stay dark when lightning pierces the sky. It will give way to the light. It has to. There is something about light that the darkness can not resist. And then the thunder that follows is just the result of His lightning. The thunder is what happens when God shows up and His light breaks through.

I love mornings like this, when I can wake up to the gentle rumble of thunder... knowing that there is lightning in the sky somewhere producing it. Makes me think of my Lord. And encourages me to reflect on Him.

Good morning God...

"I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them." Isaiah 42:16

In the "pool"

It's been just over three weeks since we turned in the last of our paperwork and profile to The Nebraska Children's Home for approve and to officially finalize our home study. We were told by our case worker to expect a call from him within the week letting us know it had been approved....

the week went by...no call.

another week went by...still no word.

We then receive an email saying the director had been out of town and unable to review our paperwork. Keep waiting.....

a third week went by...still no word that it had been finalized yet.

Isaak asks me this past weekend if I had heard from our c.w. and I told him just to call up there and check on the status of it...

He did, but forgot to tell me...

he remembered this morning over breakfast when he says,

"oh yeah, I talked to "D", our paperwork was approved and finalized. We are already in the "pool". He said to expect a paper this week formally telling us."

My heart smiled way down deep. We are in the "pool".

And then this afternoon our letter arrived. My heart smiled way down deep again just seeing it in my hands.

We could be in the "pool" for a long time, or a short time, who knows...but my family is there, waiting for the right set of eyes to see us.

Still sorting all this 'V' stuff out

Dramatic? Yes, I can be.
Over analytical? why, yes, I am that too.
I am lots of things. Thanks in part to the lovely genes that were passed down to me. :)

I think, a lot. I over think, a lot.
I'm always throwing ideas around, critically thinking over all sorts of things. Thinking over ten things at a time, when I wake up, when I'm eating, running, sleeping...it never stops.

I'm not very good at sharing my deep thoughts out loud. I tend to process through them myself, with some God help. Or, I journal them down in a book. Or type them out on my blog. But sharing them verbally with others....not a strong suit of mine. I do, of course, have my moments, where I need to decompress and spill and talk, but it doesn't always come easy. And it nevers comes before I've tried to hash it out within myself.

Friday I was good for nothin'. My mind was so jumbled up with racing thoughts I couldn't/didn't want to talk to anybody. The only thing I can/want to do in the times when I'm so emotionally conflicted...is go to the Friend that I don't have to explain anything to. Who knows every part of me before I utter a word. My best Friend who understands every inner working of me. Because He made me. And because He personally crafted me, He knows me better than I know myself.

And He granted me peace. Peace of mind to help hash out some thoughts. And Peace to be able to think out loud.

But, God didn't surround us with the amazing people in our lives to never share. To always hold everything in. He wants us to seek His help, support, encouragement, and peace through the people He strategically placed in and around our lives. So, I sought some advice from my mom. My mom, who's been there, and who was able to help put words to ideas that I'm having a hard time explaining.

Who can help me understand there is a difference between, "being at peace with.the.idea of never having children again....and the reality of never.being.able to have children again."

Ahhh, two totally different things.

And I don't think I would have been able to connect that difference without talking to her yesterday. It gave me some insight. Which then frustratingly led to more thoughts...and more thoughts...and so on....which then led me to this....

I'm going to have to face the reality of never being able to have children again someday....
someday, that day will come. Whether it be Wednesday, six months from now, five years from now, twenty years from now....I will have to make peace with that reality. I will.

Putting it off doesn't make it go away. But then again, is there a hurry? I still can't decide.

And, secondly....where do I find my identity? Is it in my ability to bear children? Not just have children, but bear children? Do I find my identity in being a mother?

Or, do I find my sole identity in who I am in Christ? Aside from all those things. Aside from all the generous blessings He's given me during my life?

I know the answer to that. :) But sometimes knowing the answer still doesn't make it easy to walk in.

I still don't know what to do. Which way to go. I can't decide whether to move forward, or stand still. A decision is failing me. Or, at least I think it is. Then again knowing me, I could be just over thinking this which is making me more confused! Ah!

But no matter what...if I decide to move forward, I don't want to be struck with remorse and resentment after it's done. If I decide to wait, I don't want to be haunted by this still lingering procedure until we do have it.

If I move, I need peace to move me there. If I stay, I need peace to keep me here.

And right now, I have neither.

And neither is not a peaceful place for me to be....

Rapunzal Rapunzal let down your hair

I took the girls in for hair cuts with Liz about two weeks ago. Their hair was getting ridiculously wild and unmanageable, and a cut was a must. The girl's hair gets so tangly and disastrous to brush when it gets this long, or rather when it goes this long without a cut.

Oh, Marvelly's sweet crazy hair, that's pretty darn long for a two year old. I didn't bother taking an 'after' shot because even with two inches cut off the bottom just to even it out, you can barely tell a difference. This was her first hair cut though! That's a milestone in this family!


and then there's Sydaleigh's insanely long Rapunzal like hair. All I can say is...geesh! She could put it in a pony tail and whip it around as a weapon!



after all is cut and done....



it's still long. Just not as long. :)

the 'V' appointment

I'm not sure how I feel about this. My heart and head are all messed up and contradicting each other and it's driving me mad.

What I do know.

I am at peace having had two biological children. I have surrendered the notion of being pregnant again. I am at peace adopting from here on out.

So why is this so hard?......

.....Because This would make it final.

This, this, is making me second guess every thing I've heard the Lord affirm with me and Isaak these last 18 months.

I know what the Lord has been speaking to me. I know that when I internally made the decision to move forward with adoption that I also surrendered to the Lord my desires to be pregnant again.

But this appointment today is making me doubt.

It's hard to explain, maybe doubt isn't the best word, maybe it is, my mind is all jumbled up right now. Me and Isaak are both at peace with adopting from now on. But, just the sheer idea that we would be permanently hindering our ability to ever have kids again, scares me.

What if no body picks us? What if we get orders before the adoption is finalized? What if....what if what if what if.....

do I hold out for plan B? When I know God so clearly called us to His plan A?

Do I keep plan B on the back burner, even though I know God called us to surrender that?

This would make it final. There would be no going back at this point. No changing our minds five, ten years down the road. Not that I would even want to! Errrr! This is maddening.

It's just the simple act that this takes the final, little tiny bit of disillusioned power I feel we have left over in this area, and fully surrendering it to God, giving Him complete and total control to add to our family at His will, not my own.

Literally terrifies me. I can barely see the keyboard I'm crying so hard. I didn't see this coming. It came on so fast, the consult, and scheduled appointment. Isaak being completely at peace about the procedure and the aftermath.

It's just me. Me and my scaredness and desire to hold on to this little bit of power I think I still have. Stupid. And not from God. God is not the author of fear or anxiety. God is the author of peace. And now I feel I have to surrender myself and all this all over again. I didn't even realize I was holding onto this. I didn't realize it, until something came along, something like this procedure, that threatened to take it away. Take away the power I didn't realize I was still clinging to.

My hand buried deep in my pocket, clutched around the power, hidden, almost from myself, but not for a second from God.

I can feel Him trying to gently take my forearm, pull it out of my pocket, unloosened my fingers, release my grasp, and let my control fall like a million pieces of dust to the ground. So that I can never be able to find it all to pick it up again.

Lord.help.me. Just help me today. Help me not to fight You on this. Replace my fears with peace.

just help me......

Whip It.

I sat down with Isaak to watch the movie "Whip It" a couple weekends ago, and while I sat there, watching the movie, I saw a face flash across the screen.

I jump in my seat and scream "Whoa! Isaak rewind that!"

I startle him a bit and he asks, "why?"

"Because I just saw Sarah Hipel!"

Me and Sarah were inseparable for our tween and early teen years. Total best buds.



Best buds who were completely different. Sarah was edgy. Loved tattoos and piercings. Even underage she managed to talk artists into inking her up. She loved hard intense music like, well, Korn. Loved to dye her hair jet black, date older boys, and march to the beat of her own drum.

But we did everything together....sleep overs almost every weekend at her house. Boys and Girls Club after school and on the weekends, where Sarah played on a basketball team. I would vacation with her family to Mackinac Island, or their cottage somewhere that I forget. Even after my mom moved us down to Georgia she would come and visit me down there. She vacationed with us in Florida, and flew down for my wedding, which was the last time we saw each other.

And then...up pops her face on Whip It. A derby teammate of Juliette Lewis!

Oh.my.gosh. I nearly peed myself!!!

There saw was in a major motion picture with Ellen Page, Drew Barrymore, Juliette Lewis, and Jimmy Fallon.

So Sarah.

Of all the thousands of derby chics that would have tried out for this movie all over the country, Sarah got a roll in it.

A.MA.ZING!

The whole rest of the movie I screamed a little bit every time I saw her. And if I missed a scene with her in it, Isaak would spot her, rewind it, and point her out to me.

So cool. So so cool friend.



Keep rolling to the beat of that drum of yours..... :)

Only 3 1/2 Months To Go!

Until Me and Isaak head here on a train....

this would be New York City!


and then here!!


The excitement and anticipation is growing! We will be celebrating our 10 year wedding anniversary and we are beyond stoked! It's a little overwhelming planning places to go and things to see in New York, when there is so much! But after researching today... I decided we WILL be eating here. Mmmmm, can't wait, for the pizza and the view!

So long Megs

Well, we all said goodbye to Megan today.

*deep sigh*

I sure am going to miss her and her little men.

Crazy. Megan was the last neighbor in our neighborhood from when I either first moved here or shortly thereafter. Now, it's all new faces. And soon enough, someone else is going to be taking up shop in the home next to us. The home my girls have come to associate with Megan. The home they feel completely comfortable running to and banging on the door.
When someone else answers it's going to be a shock.

Sydaleigh sobbed for over 10 minutes after we watched them drive away. She's finally old enough to be aware of the pain of saying goodbye to a friend. Something she is going to learn to do quite often being in a military family. Something she will learn to do, but like me, never get used to doing. It will always sting. No matter how many times we do it.

I thank God that our lives were that much fuller with Megan and her family in ours. So glad for the blessing to have known them, shared life with them, and loved them. Also thankful that they have been strategically stationed on the east coast, in close proximity to my family, which will make visiting a breeze.

Here's to you little Megs...may the Lord go before you as you embark on a new journey. May you feel His rich blessings and goodness upon you. I'm just a phone call away. See you soon friend!


lots of fun summer memories with Megan, Cole and Cooper. Loved our night runs.



me and Megs, Midtown Crossing's Cinedine, (Inception!)
August 4th, 2010

Mr. Nice guy

I was expecting a Mr. Fix-It Man yesterday afternoon to fix our dishwasher which has been busted for about 2 weeks now.
This must be said...I'm not the type of person that stands around and chats it up when the Mr. Fix-It's come to my house.
I like to leave them alone, let them do their work, and then thank them when they're done.
I don't want to try to talk to them out of politeness, because they are awkwardly in my house, and then distract them while talking about nothing, and be the reason that they can't fix what they came to do. Or prolong their stay, in the middle of the afternoon, during nap time, when I need to get stuff done and it's not possible while they're here.

But for some reason, I don't know why, today, I just felt urged to talk with the stranger in my home. I was hesitant, because, well, it's an America First employee, and they aren't always the nicest bunch. ;~)
But something about this guy was inviting.
And a certain voice in my head and an urging in my heart wouldn't leave me alone. ; )

He was only fixing my machine for a couple minutes. I guess the dishwasher wasn't in as bad a shape as the last guy said. So after he wrote up the report I leaned on the table to sign it and he noticed that my table top was a bit on the wobbly side. He said he didn't need to be at his next appointment for a few minutes so he'd be happy to fix my table if I wanted.

I shrugged my shoulders, "sure, that be great!"

When he came back in, I awkwardly went into the kitchen where he was working and just started chatting it up with him. And surprisingly, he was more than happy to talk back. We talked about how old he is (60, retired military), where he's from, his family, some things that his son struggled through, the new path that his son is on, parenting, work ethic, and then, he looks at me and says,

"let me tell ya something I learned in church. When times get hard, ya just have to turn it over. Just turn it over," he says as he subtly raises his hands in the air...turning it over to God. He goes on, "when I'm driving home in my car after a long day, and I'm tired, I just turn my eyes up to Him, and I turn it over to Him."

And then we went on from there to talk about the Lord a little bit. He shared with me an example of a cat jumping on the counter and knocking over some juice, and the owner getting upset, and taking his frustration for the spilled juice out on the cat. When in reality, it's not the cat's fault, the cat doesn't know what he did wrong, he can only sense the owner's frustration towards him. He goes on to tie it in with not letting the little things get to ya, no matter what it is, no matter how small...turn it over.

Well, that was surprising. And made my heart smile.

He was done fixing my Grandma's table now, drilling all new holes in the feet to keep it nice and sturdy. I bagged him up a couple of freshly baked cookies, thanked him for his work, that he freely offered, and waved goodbye.

"Hmm." was the first response I could muster after he left.
Standing there, trying to take in the last hour.
It was so easy.
And I don't mean the talking to him part, though that was easy too...I'm talking about watching him effortlessly incorporate God into our conversation. He didn't know that I was a believer, though after he left, he might have known seeing the "Love the Lord" sign hanging in my kitchen. But still. Still, who cares. I just stood there amazed at how easily and quickly and shamelessly God was on his lips...with a total stranger.

I mean, I've had a lot of those moments, and conversations with strangers about God. There are many times that the conversations naturally go in that direction..or where I feel particularly led to bring it up. But there are also a lot of times, when I don't say anything. When I let the moment go by. When I bite my tongue. When I talk myself out of letting praise to Him fall from my lips.

On Tuesday night at bible study I read Psalm 66 to the girls before we left. I encouraged us to reflect on it this week. To read over David's words and take in how easily, and shamelessly he speaks of God's goodness. I love vs.16-17, "Come and listen, all you who fear God; let me tell you what he has done for me. I cried out to him with my mouth; his praise was on my tongue."

It really is that simple. Just like that. No hesitation. Effortless.
"Let me tell you what God has done for me." vs.16
"Let me tell you something I learned in church."
"his praise was on my tongue." vs.17
His praise was on his tongue.

And there this psalm was, in my home, being lived out in front of me, on a random Wednesday afternoon. How funny that God brought this man into my home, to fix my dishwasher, and more importantly to show me just how easy it is to give God praise all the time, no matter where you are, or who you're with.

I love the moments when I egotistically think that God is leading me to someone, or to talk to someone, in order for me to share something with them, something, I don't know what. But then God turns it around, and uses them, to share something with me.

*giggle to myself*
In all my life I will never cease to be amazed by God, he's always one step ahead. He's always seeing, and working, and molding, and refining me. It just makes me giggle with delight. And thankfulness.

"thank You for this example."

How I love Him.

...and He has done a lot for me. More than a lot. More than I can even comprehend.

Big girl bed equals lots of deep breathing

The Saturday prior to Memorial weekend (like way back in May) we were headed to the car for our weekly trip to Target when Isaak asked if I'd ever gotten around to painting Marvelly's big girl bed.

Ha, ugh...no. That would require time and motivation. Both of which I did not have.

She had a big girl bed waiting in our garage after being generously donated to us by Holly. Thank ya ma'am. However, I have not exactly been in a hurry to put her in it.

Marvelly, shall we say, is a bit of a free spirit. And it's not just her age. Yes, she's 2, and currently going through an intense case of the 2's...but ever since she was born...she's been this way.

Feisty.
Exuberant.
Joyful.
Carefree.
Spunky.
Influential.
Spirited....both in really fun ways, and frustrating ways.

Combine all these qualities in the tiny little person of Marvelly and I was planning on keeping her behind bars in her crib till she was at least 5....maybe 30. But...when Isaak asked if I had painted her bed yet, and I said "no", that spontaneously drove this desire in him to get it done that weekend. Looks like 5 is out of the question.

So off we went to Target where I just happened to find cute bedding for 75% off. Boo-yeah.
Isaak primed, painted, got a mattress, and put it all together and had it waiting in her room when we came home from a birthday party that afternoon. What a good daddy.

I was leery because Isaak didn't put on mattress rails, and I suspected that she would at least need a visual reminder to stay put during bedtime, even though those rails are ridiculous, they go half way down the bed and that's it. All ya have to do is scoot around them and you're home free. Isaak thinks they're as lame as they really are so he wasn't putting them on there.

Bedtime came, and I was fully prepared to sit in the doorway all night to keep her in her room....
but to my absolute amazement...she actually stayed in her bed! She didn't even attempt to get out! What?! Marvelly, my Marvelly!? Shazzam! That was a million times easier than I was expecting it to be! We were just like, "wow, she just must really be ready."

A week goes by, still stays in her bed.
Another week goes by, still staying in her bed.
Another week and another and another....

untillllllll.......

she realized that she can get out of her bed a.ny.time.she.darn.well.wants.to.

*deeeeeep sigh with my eyes closed*

What the heck man!

It was going so great! And then...THIS is what I catch her doing every 5 minutes!




and then quietly sneaking out of her bedroom and going in to the playroom and playing. She's so small I can't even hear her squeaking across the floor out of her room. And oh my gosh, let me tell you.... this girl does.not.care.

She will quietly leave her bed, and then loudly play in the playroom, or my bedroom, or the hallway! Until I can run back up the stairs and stop her. Put her back in her bed. Tell her the same thing for the millionth time. And then....five minutes later...it's this again...



AHHHHHH!!!!!!! She just looks up and me, smiles her big toothy grin, and says, "mommy, I get out my bed."

Geesh, no kidding!

Nap times have become virtually extinct, thanks to her new found freedom. Sydaleigh made it till 3 1/2 before she stopped napping. But two?! Oh man....I was not ready for this. Most days I have to put up the gate just to keep her from carefreely roaming the house and having a party in the hallway.



I've also been having to put her in the pack n' play at night, the pack.n'.play! ( See the pack n' play, up there in the corner, that is where she's been falling asleep every night for the last two weeks.) All because she refuses to stay in bed, well, more like her bedroom at this point.

I'm hoping that after a month of this behavior it will switch like a light switch again and she'll go back to following directions, staying in her bed, yada yada ya....we shall see.

This girl...ohhhhh goodness, this girl.........