Dependents...

I know everyone has bad days, weeks even. This past weekend was crazy. Sunday was especially sucky. I really hoped Monday would turn around but once we got home from my Mom's kinda late I knew it hadn't.  Finding that the neighborhood boys we hired earlier that afternoon to mow our lawn had mowed down my fig tree (which had been transplanted from my grandparents property where I grew up before it was sold a few months ago) almost did me in. I keep telling myself that I don't like figs anyway, but every time I look at the back corner of my yard, it just makes me sad. I didn't think I was so sentimental over a stick in the ground.

Yesterday was marginally better. It ended well at least. But today? Well you be the judge...

5:00am - Mason wakes up crying. We do the "who's turn is it anyway" dance until finally Matt goes in and gives him his pacifier.
5:01am - Matt's back asleep... I am not.
5:27am - Mocha decides she might need to go outside again (for the third time?). Matt wakes back up, we both let out "UGH, Mocha, seriously?" Matt mumbles something about his alarm going off in 5 minutes and I end up taking her out.
5:35am - Back in bed. Can't get comfortable because my back is screwed up from something I did yesterday. Also, can't fall asleep due to waiting on the alarm to go off any.second.now...
6:00am? - Matt's alarm, snooze, repeat. At this point I'm just hoping his shave/shower/sonicare noise will lull me off to sleep again, as it sometimes does.
6:38am - Morning routine white noise unsuccessful, he showered last night. Off to work he goes.
6:50am - FINALLY back to sleep!
6:59am - Baby crying... starving and mistreated... I go in, feed it..
7:20am - Tiptoe back to my room, crossing my fingers that I've bought myself another hour, maybe hour and a half...
7:21am - I approach my side of the bed, only to find that Mocha apparently needed to go out again. She left a little gift for me - IN MY BED!!! I am so absolutely disgusted, and seeing red at this point. I jerked her up, put her in HER bed, ripped the sheets off and got in on Matt's side, fuming. I still cannot believe she did that. She has been sleeping with me for nearly 15 years and has had maybe two accidents (#1, never the other), only when she couldn't get down. Unfortunately, one of those times was earlier this week when she decided she either couldn't or didn't want to jump down. Incontinent little wretch will not be in my bed tonight.
7:26am - Texted Matt to vent, I guess. I was so mad!!
7:30am - Done texting... sooo tired... might drift off in my rage.
7:45am - Text from Carrie beginning with "I know its early, but..." In her defense, she doesn't typically do that so I answered quickly and clamped my eyes shut.
7:51am - I hear a little human talking down the hall... I ignore said human, still hopeful that the morning might be salvaged by a few winks.
7:52am - Another text from Carrie. Did she not understand that yes, I was awake, but against my will?! Told her I'd call later... then got a trailing "K." Love it.
7:58am - Mason cries. Resistance is futile.

So here I am. PBS is babysitting but not very effectively. I sincerely hope that the "nap while baby naps" phenomenon will happen today. If it does it will be maybe the fourth time ever so I'm not holding my breath...

Sometimes it hits the fan...

This weekend is General Conference. For us that means its also work-your-butt-off-in-the-yard-while-blaring-the-broadcast-to-the-entire-neighborhood weekend. I bet we've gained even more popularity points with the neighbors now.

The crafty bug has bitten me. Hard. The only problem is: now that I have a cute little person to make all kinds of adorable things for, I also have a cute little person to wrangle while attempting to make anything for him. I have managed to get a simple, yet classically sweet little Easter romper (a.k.a. Jon Jon) done this week. Well, mostly done but I have to finish the snaps and buttons today.

In the meantime, I made this for a friend's baby girl on the way. Its a good thing I've got a boy or I might need a Joann's credit card.

The last few summers I have had this obsession with finding just the right maxi dress that was neither too bold nor bland, covered what needed coverage without looking frumpy, was long without making me look stumpy, and did all of this while making me look not pregnant. They have a way of doing that. Needless to say, I never found it. A few weeks ago I came across a cute-ish one at Ross that was a tube-top style and it screamed for a little makeover. The problem now is that I've tried a few different ways of changing the top and I keep getting poor reviews from the resident fashion expert. I'm still hoping to figure out a way to wear it without using the go-to cardigan fix because seriously, who wants to wear a sweater in the heat of a Texas summer? Kind of defeats the purpose of a comfy, cool dress if you ask me.

We went to the fair last week with Paul, Carrie and the girls. I can't believe I didn't get a picture of everyone but it was fun anyway. We mostly just walked around but I did ride one thing with Gracie and Kelly. It was fun but waiting in the long line with piles of vomit along the way was not. Eww.

Matt enjoyed some boudain and I left without so much as a bottle of water.

Even though we didn't leave until 10:30pm, Mason did great. He had so much fun, he forgot to put his arms down when he fell asleep.

Lest you all think I'm suffering too badly on this diet, this is what I had for dinner a few nights ago. Yumm-o!

I've added corn and it seems to be okay with baby, so this week we grabbed some corn tortillas, ground turkey with homemade taco seasoning and whipped up some guacamole right away. It was so good, I'll probably never buy those little seasoning packets again. It went like this:

4 tbsp chili powder

1 tsp garlic powder

1 tsp onion powder

1/2 tsp cayenne pepper

1 tsp oregano

2 tsp paprika

2 tbsp ground cumin

4 tsp salt

4 tsp black pepper

I shook mine together in a jar and used 2-3 tbsp per pound of meat. Customize at will!

As many of you know, we use cloth diapers on Mason. They're not your grandma's style of pins and plastic pants or we would not be doing it. Its not nearly as gross or complicated as most people think. Still, as great as they are, there are some situations where we still opt for the convenience of disposables. Let me just say, although his clothes can sometimes wick moisture out of the leg holes if we let him get too wet, we have had ONE poop leak with cloth and it wasn't even bad.

THIS? This is the result of a "convenient" disposable day...

I'm still working on getting the stain out of my pillow cover. Oh, and putting pictures in those frames I hung over a year ago.