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WOOT!

Okay, a digi-scrap WOOT that is. I'm so excited I just got the e-mail from Nancie at ScrapArtist that my little Princess Purse design was chosen to be hosted as a QP. Even better I won a free kit (since I already have the purse & wouldn't want to choose which female relative to give a purse to if I had won the purse, LOL).

As a side note, I'll be moving away from this blogger here, as it seems everytime I had opportunity lately to blog, Blogger itself was down. Plus every time recently I've tried to read other Bloggers, those have been wonky as well. Don't even get me started on the new template thing... I thought it would be better & it's definitely not. So if you don't see another post here, shoot me an e-mail & I'll tell you where I've moved.

Have you seen me?

Apparently I fell off the face of the earth somewhere around Thanksgiving. I looked at the calendar today and it's already Dec 6th. What the crap? December can't already be 25 percent over (okay, fuzzy math I know)! I'm so behind. I have gone through spells of not even turning my laptop on for days in a row. It's so sad. I had nearly 2,000 e-mails to sift through today. Luckily a few of them were lists, scrapping & shopping type things so the sender & subject told the whole story, but still, a lot weren't. So if you've sent me a personal e-mail, hang on I might find it eventually! LOL Anyway, I'm still here. Isabel is an amazing child, I just can't even begin. She's so ahead of the pack physically & especially socially. I keep having to remind myself she's barely 5 months old. She loves playing in the saucer or sitting on my lap while her brothers play around her. Occasionally she gets to actually lay in the floor while they play, but that's so much harder because it is nearly impossible to keep those boys away from her, they love her so much! She's even throwing herself off my lap (or trying to really) to get to her brothers or toys she sees that she wants. It's INCREDIBLE! I sure hope she slows down a bit, just so she doesn't end up passing her mom by age 6. Seriously, she seems on some ramped up fast track for development! Anyway, hopefully more blogging & updates on the crazy boys in a few days. I hope I can get back into the swing of things before Christmas plows me over!

Homecoming... of sorts

Well the kids and I arrived back "home" to visit the grandparents yesterday. We took them to the church I grew up in yesterday morning too, which was yet another reminder of how old I feel. The first big thing was that in the last 3 weeks since I last blogged (sorry, I'm terrible, I know) my high school class set a date for our first reunion next June. *SIGH*

Can I really be this old? And I don't mean old like in age, but old as in season of life. So very much has changed, at that church, around the town, etc. It doesn't seem possible it's been a decade, yet on the other hand I feel like I've lived so much more life in the past 10 years. Well to be honest, really the biggest changes have been in the last 3 years. Almost exactly 3 years ago (this month) was when we were dealing with the surgery & is it or isn't it a cancer thing? Praise God it wasn't cancer, they got the whole tumor out and I don't have to deal with any medical issues today from that, but that was such an incredibly scary time, yet it seems like nothing now, 3 years and 3 kids down the road.

On a side, since I haven't really had the time with preparing for the trip & I've been fixing & tweaking my computer, I feel all wierd emotionally because I haven't been able to give time to my artistic outlets lately. I hadn't realized how dependent I become on them. Hopefully things will smooth out soon, sweet little Isabel will return to her previous sweet state & not cling to me 20 hours a day, and I can feel like a real person again.

It's barely been more than 24 hours that we've been here and boy do I miss that Mr. T! But shhh... don't tell him. He never reads my blog anyway, so he wouldn't know. I can't wait till he arrives for the holiday.

Not enough caffiene...

or Advil in the world this morning. LOL It's been a couple of DAYS. Isabel's nursing a lot at night, you know, like a normal nursing baby. I'm so not used to it though, since she's been one of those dream babies who sleep 5 hours straight at night from something ridiculous like 5 weeks of age. Gosh, she spoiled me quickly! And ironically the kids are always in a screaming, shouting, playing loudly mood on the days when I am the most sensitive because of lack of sleep.

But on a good note, I did get a smidge of retail therapy last night. We went to Marshall's, Steinmart, and Target (for the diaper run). I picked up some cute turquoise things at Steinmart. A RL bag to use for a new diaper bag, which Isabel was really loving to gaze at this morning. Some super Italian leather sandals for less than $7. Won't really be able to use them until next spring/summer, but who cares? They were like 80 percent off! And of course another (different shade) of turquoise cami. I just live in these things with a newborn. I really am not a fan of nursing bras, so I like to wear these around the house as much as possible.

They did it!!!

Our beloved Cardinals cinched the World Series! They are now the World Champions! WOO-HOO! I'm excited, can't you tell?

Even the kids got into the excitement of game days...

Ouch...

Okay, I hurt. I went further in my exercise today & pushed myself what might be a bit too hard. I think I had too much salt yesterday, my rings are tight on my fingers, I'm up a couple of pounds on the scale and I definitely am feeling sluggish. Plus, I'm irritable. Which isn't good for the poor kiddos as the ages of 2 and 3 don't mix well with hormones or fussy mommy EVER! *sigh* Which is why I beat myself a bit hard on the exercise during naptime today. I wanted to get that little endorphine high to boost my mood and my attitude so the last few hours of the day (before Mr. T comes home, that is) go much more smoothly than the morning did. I hate being a grouchy mom & I really despise those mornings where I feel like every other word out of my mouth is "NO!" or "DON'T TOUCH _____"
I guess it's only fair to beat myself if I'm also guilty of a bad attitude, I mean I spank the kids when they are naughty, right?