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After reading my comments to my last post, I commented and tried to answer all the questions. Then I decided it was too long and that it should just be a post. So I will try to answer them all.

How do I get so much done in the morning? I get up early because my husband has to leave early and I know if I don't get up and get showered and ready for work then, I won't get to. The morning is about the only time I can do anything....not that I get as much done as I would like. Blaine has been difficult this year when he comes home from school about getting his homework done, so I try to focus on him as much as I can. That is....with an almost 2 year old whining for me after being gone. Thankfully Brayden is good enough to get to the table and get his done without much harping.

Why did I have a baby in December? Let me tell you....I had it ALL planned out when I wanted to get pregnant. I planned around when I would be showing and having to buy maternity clothes, the weather and whether I would be a beached whale in the middle of the summer. So we were gonna try to get pregnant starting AFTER Christmas. I guess God was reminding me that you can't plan everything. When I went to the Dr. they told me my due date was Christmas day! Are you kidding me? And as far as birthday parties in December...I strictly remember telling everyone DO NOT mix his birthday with his Christmas. Until he is older and wants something expensive and he agrees to it ahead of time. I requested that his birthday presents be wrapped in birthday paper and his Christmas presents be wrapped in Christmas paper.


For his first birthday, my then mother-in-law wrapped his birthday paper in Hanukkah paper. When did we become Jewish anyway? I don't know if she did it to get under my skin (she never did care much for me) or if she just really had no idea that the blue paper with the Star of David plastered all over it was not birthday paper.

Does Brayden really notice what other mothers are wearing in the car rider line? I very seriously doubt it. He has never mentioned anything. The only thing he asked for at Christmas was cologne that one of our friends wear. He is a little more into himself right now instead of the mothers. And in case you are wondering what cologne...Very Sexy from Victoria's Secret. What is even funnier than that? He had no idea that is what it was called or that is where it was from. I think if he knew that he wouldn't have asked for it. But it hasn't stopped him from wearing it! I used to take the boys to school in my pj's and then come back home and get ready for work...before Bryson. And I would pray I didn't get hit by one of the morons that can't figure out who should go next at the stop sign and have to get out in my pajamas with everyone watching.

Blaine was telling me about the quilt thing at school. He asked me if he could take some pictures of my quilts to school tomorrow. I told him I would see what I could come up with. I was always crafty as a little one and it turned artsy fartsy in school. I took every art class available at school and couldn't get enough. I wish I was able to do more now but there is not enough time nor space to leave it out and lock out the kids. I even was offered art scholarships but I was dumb and got married instead. We all know where that ended up!

Blaine getting his finger stuck in the seat belt is a pretty lengthy story so I will start working on it for another post. I'm sure you will all get a kick out of it...as most do with anything Blaine does, it seems. He has a knack for that, you know.

I hope everyone has a great day tomorrow....at least we can sleep a little later with schools being delayed.

Sara

I'm Back!

After being chastised by family this weekend at our family reunion for not keeping up my blog, I decided to get back on here and post. (Hello Jennifer and Rachael!) But first, let me explain why I have not blogged for a few weeks. I have been a little bummed about working all this stuff. For those of you that know me...I am not very good with electronics. I can also be very anal sometimes. About certain things anyway. I am sure if you asked my husband he would tell you he wishes I would be as anal about cleaning as I am quilt fabric and scrapbook paper. And yes...it is all organized by color. Anyway....when I blog and add pictures I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get the pictures to stay with the post.

I like things to be organized by color.

I like things to be organized by size.

I like my pictures to stay with my posts so that it tells a story in chronological order.

I have a friend that has offered to help me with this electronic phobia of mine but we are both very busy moms so I will just have to live with it the way it is until we can get together. I may have no fingernails left and my hair may turn grey, but I promise I will try to hang in there and keep posting until I can figure it out. Only if ya'll (yes...I said ya'll with a sweet southern accent) promise to overlook the fact that for a while things will not be in order like I would like them to be!

Mom always taught us when we were little, whether it be me and my sister or me and my best friends, "It's always fun and games until somebody gets hurt." I can't tell you how many times I heard that growing up. Something my oldest son has started lately is hitting people on the rear end and telling them good game. This must be something he has learned from ball cause I didn't teach him this. If I hit his rear I wouldn't be telling him good game. I would be telling him to "cut it out". Well...he does this to Blaine and Blaine can't stand it. For a while Brayden would do this to Blaine, Blaine would come tattle (which gets under my skin so bad I can't see straight), I would tell Brayden to stop hitting, I would tell Blaine to stop tattling, then it would be over and we would go on about our daily lives. Then it turned into hitting Blaine's rear end, Blaine hitting Brayden back, and then everybody's crying because they have then beat up each other. Now it has turned into Brayden hitting Blaine's rear, yelling "good game" and running like the house is on fire so Blaine can't catch him.
So last night I am making fresh peach cobbler to follow our dinner of beans with ham and warm cornbread. Which by the way, reminds me of Grandma Stroud. I use her peach cobbler recipe that she used to make when she lived with us. And anytime we ate cornbread with our dinner she always ate cornbread and milk before bed. So as I am mixing my cobbler, I hear Bryson come running into the kitchen. What does he do? He smacks my rear end and yells "goo- gay" as he ran back out of the kitchen. Isn't it amazing how our kids pick up from each other the things you really don't want them to learn?
I hope as Bryson is soaking things up like a sponge that he learns to like reading like Brayden and that he learns to have a sense of humor like Blaine. Don't get me wrong...Brayden and Blaine aren't perfect little angels. They do have their moments. They are both very caring...but I hope he learns that you can be caring when it comes to your siblings also. We are still struggling with that one. But who isn't, right? I also know that they can beat each other up but somebody else better not mess their brother. Just ask my sister. She didn't get a week of ISS for nothing! I do hope as they get older their good qualities out weigh the not so good qualities and that is what I hope they are teaching each other. No one is perfect and we do learn from our mistakes!