Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

Que the voices from Munchkin Land. And, then switch witch for MOM.

Today was a harder day.....That's how thing are going to be I think. Well, at least for the next year. I'm not gonna lie it's tough having two babies. I'm surviving this. Especially the surviving part when Red is away for work.

I've decided my days get new rankings, which are appropriate for now. I have "Good days" which are pretty smooth and not to many fits and my babies needed me at seperate times. I also get to shower and do my hair.

I have "Better days" where there are literally no fits and if there are the hubby-roni is around to have them directed at him. I get showered, hair done, teeth brushed, legs shaved, and the dark rings under my eyes only slightly resemble a crystal meth user.

I have "hard days" the hubb-a-roo would be gone. I get a shower, but nthing else done. There is a significant amount of fits and whining. I only have to take one Motrin for a squealing induced headache. Baby 1 and 2 both seem to need everything at the same time.

And then there are "harder days" The hubster is still gone, I have terrible breath, dark rings under my eyes that say I'm doing hard core drugs, even though I'm most certainly sleep deprived and not high. I haven't showered since yesterday, by the evening I've taken my third Motrin for a screaming and squealing induced headache. All day long baby 1 adn 2 needed everything, plus my attention all damn day long. When I think abut my day I can smell poopy diapers even though they are all outside in the garbabge, I vaguely remember eating but I can assure you my babies have eaten all day long.

For whatever reason the Lord thinks I'm one hell of a woman because he has given me a few harder days as of latley. However I'm grateful because Mother's day wasn't one of those days. I'm pretty sure I don't want to be one hell of a woman today. And probably not tomorrow either.

All of God's Creatures Are Welcome At Our House.....Next To The Mashed Potatoes.

Those of you who know Red know his love for hunting. He took his time last year and shot a really nice turkey. Well, finally a year later he had a really nice box built for him.

From what I hear turkeys are pretty tough to get so he's pretty excited to showcase his. When he hangs it on the wall I'll take a few pictures of some of his (dead) animals that grace my walls with their presence.

These Boobs Were Made for Nursing, And That's Just What They'll Do...

AAaahhh! Back to nursing. I guess I should give Colt some credit, he is a really good nurser. He latches right on and I don't have to work with him to hard. We are a success story so far.

But, I just have to say, I hate nursing boobs. I know I have all the equipment and I pretty much feel like a milk machine, but does my chest really need to take on a life of its own? Uugghh!

My condolences to my back for the next 6-8 months.









I guess my consolation is that my nipples don't look a thing like these!

What we've been doing lately. Besides facebook.

I'm honestly surprised I'm back this quick! At our house we've been figuring out our new normal. Which not surprisingly consist of lots of jammie time. The boys both are in jammies way more than they should be, but they're fed, healthy and happy. That's what counts right? Please tell me that's what counts.

I think these three are going to be quite the trio. For the most part they are all adjusting well to each other.

We've been figuring out how to balance out our new additon. We are getting pretty good at it.

We've also been taking pictures of Colt for his birth announcement. Turns out he's not that photogenic. I'm pretty sure I won't be using this one.

Or this one. Well maybe when he's old enough to blackmail.

Other than that we've just been chillaxin' round these parts.


P.S. If I don't have your address email it to me and I'll be sure to send you a birth announcement. (cliffhangerse1188@msn.com) Thanks!