Mothers Day Madness

Busy weekend...blah blah blah..busy....nice weather...blah blah

It seems as the nice weather continues, my ability to blog is diminished. I see these various blogs, moms like I and I wonder how on earth they find the time to post daily. Well, I can promise you this will never be a daily blog, just a whenever blog. Whenever I feel like it blog...that's TFB.
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So now that's been said, Happy Belated Mothers Day to all the moms who visit my little spot on the web. I do hope you spent it relaxing with the ones that matter most.

For myself, it was a pretty busy weekend, in and out and running here and there. It seems I suffer from a disease, the "I can never can seem to pick up everything the first time at the grocery store no matter how big my list is" disease. Nothing frustrates me more than getting home from braving the friggin store on a Saturday and forgetting something vital for dinner. IRK! It doesn't help that the closest grocery store is like 100 football fields long. I swear it is. At least is feels that way when trying to run in for something quick. Feel like I need football gear just to plow thru the mass of people to get where I need to go. IRK!

My mom came for the weekend, so it was spent visiting and preparing for a nice mothers day with her. We all went to breakie and because we live in a sucky town, we had to be at the restaurant by 8am in order to get a table, in order to eat before the second coming. No, its not just that busy just because its mothers day, its like that EVERY weekend. When you have three kids, the last thing you want to do is spend 45 minutes in line for breakfast. I mean not many 6 and 4 year olds can stand patiently for 5 minutes let alone 45. It ends up with a waitress or two being tripped and few dozen or so pissed off patrons. It is a rare treat to go.

The boy and presented me with a little plaster of paris butterfly brooch that he made at school. Its something. He was so proud to see me wearing it all day. One of those little treasures that will be kept and tucked away.

I also received this:

My very own Easter Island Head. I love it!!!!!

It only weighs 150 lbs and I've only made him move it twice...for now.

My Pudge Turns One Today!!!

So yesterday, my girl turns four and today, this day, my baby turns one. There's a whole lot of reflection going around these days. Your seeing the softer side of Too Friggin Busy. (Back to our regularly scheduled programming soon....I promise)

I don't write these little mushy stories of reflection ever year on their birthdays. I think it has something to do with the fact that we are finished for good with the whole baby making thing. There is no going back. We are officially done.

I think knowing for sure, that there will never be another little baby around these parts, makes me cherish and squish the ever loving goo out of my pudge.

I look at him, his big beautiful, full of the devil eyes, and I feel blessed to have him in our lives. He's busy, he's cranky, he's busy, he's cuddly, he's busy and he's lovable. Did I mention busy? He keeps us on our toes and has tested our baby proofing skills like no child on earth before. However, since he lets me maul him on a consistent basis, and just for that alone, all is forgiven.

His first year flew by. It's kinda sad looking back, how fast it all went. But then I remember ALL those sleepless nights, and suddenly I am okay. ha! He's a dickens. It will be fun to see what trouble he gets himself into in the next while.


Now if only, we can get the kid to walk.....and to grow that other front tooth.....

Happy Birthday my little Pudge!!

You beautiful little boy.

Happy Birthday Baby Girl.

Another day of reflection. My girl, my little goose, my funny girl turned four today. She is a blond, blue eyed, petite, lively little thing with flare for the dramatics.

You hear the saying Daddy's girl and often is it true. But unfortunate for my husband, that is not yet the case here. He dotes on her and sometimes he gives in a little too easy, but he has yet to steal her heart.

For you see, this little girls heart belongs to Mommy. She is a mommy's girl. Something rare, something special, and something I will cherish for as long as she allows it to be.

I know one day, she will be Daddy's girl......but I will always remember when she was just mine.

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Happy Birthday Goosie!!!

A mother's treasure is her daughter.

Today is your Birthday...and we're gonna have a good time!

Six year's ago today, I turned 29. There was no party, no cake, no balloons or any of the typical birthday hoopla. All that was forgotten. Instead, I spent the day in the labour and delivery ward at the hospital. That's right. I really know how to celebrate! In full labour none the less!

Six year's ago today, the most amazing little creature, came in and stole my birthday. And today, this very day, that little creature is turning six. You know him as the boy. My boy. This crazy smart, incredibly funny, lovable unique little bean.

He's having a party today. We kinda missed the parties last year as today is also the one year anniversary of moving into our new house. We really like to cram our dates in around here. The girl and the baby were born April 30th and May 1st. See? Double up and get it over with I always say.

I planned my little heart out to make this day special for him and his 8 little friends. Yes, you heard me. EIGHT. Eight kids ranging from 3 to 8. I'll be needing a birthday drink or two this evening, I should think.



He's turning six....but I still remember him as that small baby boy who snuck in and thieved not only my birthday, but my heart.

Happy Birthday Boo.

There's no one else I'd rather share this day with, than you.