Quickie

HI! No, I have not forgotten you!

Our house is officially officially on the market so my desk and computer are all in storage in an effort to declutter. Let me break it down for you: no computer= no bloggage. Well, I could try to bang out a post on my iTouch, but unfortunately, my fingers are just a little to chubby and I just don't have the patience for that. So here I am on Leo's laptop, which I managed to pry away from his sweaty palms for 2.3 minutes. So let me hurry...

I have so many pictures and stories to catch you up on. Don't worry, I'm taking notes on all the craziness and will fill you in in due time.

My boys are as handsome and precious as always. Nary a bad moment with either. They are always calm and respectful. They are obedient and clean. I never have to raise my voice or want to shove my head in the oven. All but the first sentence in this paragraph are lies. lies. lies. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Cross my heart.

My time is ticking down, so I'll leave you with this little gem of good parenting...

I was cooking some chicken outside on the grill this evening for dinner. Beau and Wade were playing in the living room and I kept coming in and out of the back door. Check on them, check on the chicken. Check on them, check on the chicken. Well, one time I went out to flip the chicken, I went to open the door to got back in, and *click click*, nothing. LOCKED. I literally felt all the blood rush from my face and I seriously went in to panic mode. Thoughts were just flooding my mind. Would I be able to get Beau to unlock it? Should I run to my neighbors and call Leo? How long would they be unattended inside with the rest of our dinner cooking on the stove? Was is going to catch on fire? Should I break the window? Aaaggggggggghhhhhhh!

I stepped away from the door and gathered my thoughts. I went around front and opened the garage door. Thank heavens we have a key pad opener for one of them. Now, I know that my husband has a key hidden somewhere in garage. And I know the area in which it is hidden. I could not find that key to save my life. I am sweating because it is, oh, about a three hundred and five degrees today, cursing Leo's name and his obsessiveness about hiding the key so well, and envisioning my boys inside just crying and screaming with fear. So I find a butter knife on one of the shelves and mutter a quick prayer and march back to the back yard.

Ya'll, I totally picked that lock Mcgyver style. Now, I have two thoughts on that. 1)I am so cool and 2) I now fear for my family's safety knowing how easy it is to break into our house. Anyway, with great relief and a few hallelujahs I burst inside. I had braced myself to find mass chaos including but not limited to, smoke, tears, and other bodily fluids. Nope. Beau was in a "Thomas the Tank Engine" trance and Wade was rolling happily around the floor. Me, on the other hand, I was sweating, out of breath, and there may or may not have been a tear running down my face. Inhale deep and exhale slowly.

Dinner was delicious, by the way.

Just To Let You Know...

I have some time to blog because my babies are both asleep. I know, I know...hold your applause. My boys are on the same nap schedule. And I'm talking 3 hours all to myself. Peace and quiet. No whining. No crying. No poop. Nada. It took 3 months to work it out...but the reward is so fantastic. *insert evil laugh here*

Anyway, I took Beau to get his hair cut today. He was starting to get a little Justin Beiber-ific on me. Little did the hair cut place know what was about to hit them. I googled "kids hair cut" and a place called "Pigtails and Crewcuts" came up. If anyone has kids, take them here for their hair cuts. They were awesome. I was not so awesome. My son hates getting his hair cut. I had been doing it, but he's gotten so difficult I decided to pay someone else to deal with it. And we got our money's worth. Beau screamed the EN TI RE time. The sweet lady put on "Thomas" for him to watch, let him hold choo choos and dinosaurs, gave him a lollipop, and he just boo hoo-ed. I was holding his hand with one hand, wiping his face of tears, snot and drool with the other, standing on one foot, rocking Wade in the car seat with the other, trying to keep from bursting into tears myself. But like I said, they were so nice to both me and Beau... and here's the kicker...after I paid and we were ready to go, Beau started screaming because he didn't want to LEAVE. I had to literally pry the stinking choo choos from his sticky little hands and carry him out with one arm and Wade in his car seat with the other. See, moms get super-human strength when needed on occasions of this nature. Like pushing those gawd awful car shopping carts that weigh a ton and whose wheels never want to go in the direction you are headed.

When you see my son in a few months and he's mistaken for a missing Hanson brother circa 1998... you'll know why.

Aaaaaaaaaand yet another way my son keeps me humble...

This is Beau's "Disney Heroes" coloring book.

Yesterday we were coloring in it and he turned to the cover and exclaims, "MAMA DADA!". I was Peter Pan and Leo was Hercules. A fine couple, don't you think? But, I didn't feel so bad when he pointed to Robin Hood and said "cow".

And finally, to further fuel Beau's train obsession, we went to Stone Mountain last Saturday to ride one. I'm not sure he ever really realized he was ON the choo choo, but he enjoyed seeing it up close.

Alphabet Soup

......and of course some Wader Tater pictures.

We've Got Gas

 A nebulizer, that is. Yikes. Looks like the Tater inherited something of his dad's other than those fiery locks. Breathing problems. Allergies/asthma/etc. etc. etc. Took him to the doctor with trouble breathing and got sent home with this bad boy. It's already making a good difference. If all goes well we should be off it in a few weeks. The nurse who showed me how to use it was telling me how Wade will probably scream every time we had to do it. Turns out, he loves it. It makes him all relaxed and zen...

Hey, can I get a little of that?

The Day the Zebra Escaped the Circus

Seriously. I'm not joking. A zebra busted out of the circus and pretty much shut down I85 in downtown Atlanta. That was February 18th. Wade's birthday. Pretty crazy stuff, huh? Well, I should have taken it as a sign as how crazy my life was going to get.  Having two kids is hard. I mean, crying in the fetal position on the bathroom floor hard. I have to keep reminding myself that I am not the first woman in the universe to have two small children. They survived, and I will too. And now, at the three month mark, there is some glimmer of normalcy and routine, which to me, equal sanity. And to you, that means back to the blog! I have so much to write about... as so much has happened in these three months...non of which includes much sleep.  So, I'm going to do my best to get caught up and reacquainted with ya! Just hold tight and bear with. We'll start with the pictorial...k?

welcome wade!

Wade spent his first 24 hours in the NICU. I'll elaborate later... 

Leo and Wade in the NICU 

Beau meets Wade for the first time!

The Furlong brothers. Awe.

Wade's first photo shoot. 5 days old.

I adore this picture. Especially love Wade's pouty face.

Cuppy cakes I made for Easter. Pretty. If I do say so myself. And I do.

Leo and Wade - Easter

Beau with his bubble mower on Easter.

Just a random shot of Beau. One my faves, ever.

This is a cake I made for one of Lori's girlfriend's kitchen shower. Had to show ya.

My girlfriend Katie's wedding weekend in Charleston, SC. Rehearsal dinner. You can tell by the way I am clutching my wine glass, I hadn't had an adult beverage since I got pregs with Wade.  Funny story, too; Leo purchased some milk test strips for me since I am nursing to check the alcohol content of my milk. The gradation of the color chart goes from white (nothing) to light grey (safe) to dark grey (warm up the formula). The minute my milk hit the strip it turned the darkest shade of black there is. Black black. Just shy of whithering up and blowing away. Wade got a bottle. :)

Moi, the MATRON (I hate that word, by the way) of honor, Katie, and Lisa.

Me giving my heart-felt slash hilarious matron of honor toast.

You need a tee-tee break yet? Only about 20 more pictures to go.

Other than Leo's Zoolander face (above) and Popeye face (below) I love these. Beau is IN LOVE with trains and we have made it a habit to visit a park near here where trains go by all the time. Now that I think about it, not all that safe, to have a playground right next to railroad tracks... oh well.

And I'll wrap up this marathon photo extravaganza with these lovlies.

You're welcome.