he came home with a dog, but we're not keeping it.

well, brian came home with a dog last night. some one at his work was going to put it on the street, and he just couldn't bear it. he's a very cute little mini yorkie. and he is house trained (except for last night at 3 am.) the owners before us named him whiskey, but we let the kids pick out a new one, so they call him charky (if any of you have seen curious george, you know that charky is the name of george's little dog friend.). he really is a good dog- he hasn't barked or made hardly any noise since he got here. but he did keep us up all night. of course with my pregnancy, i get up 3-4 times a night to use the restroom. so every time i got up, he woke up and then we had to listen to him lick and scratch until we all went back to sleep. the kids really love him, especially makenzie. she adores him. charky, however, prefers brian and i. he'll sit there at our feet and follow us around.

i am so tired this morning, however, i just started crying. everyone wants to keep the dog except me. i think i count the most. things are going to be hard the next few months, with out having to worry about a dog, and if i'll get any sleep! i really feel guilty when i see how the kids are playing with him all morning, and they just really love him. he's a great dog, so i need some reassurance that it is ok to take this away from the kids!! he called, and said the lady that gave it to us had other people that wanted him, so she'd just give him to someone else. oh, the guilt of motherhood.

i never thought i'd say this...

sometimes you can be grateful for things you never thought you'd be grateful for. like milk allergies. let me explain. monday is brian's day off. monday i was not feeling well. so, as the good husband that he is, he played with the kids, and made them lunch. i was laying on the couch, eating the sandwich that he also made me, and the kids were eating at their little table in the kitchen. now let me tell you. my kids love hot sauce. i mean LOVE it. they eat the medium pace picante sauce like it is going out of style. they had a little tupperware full of it, and were going at it. when everyone had finished, i decided to suck it up and try to help pick up the mess, so i picked up the hot sauce, a lingering chip, and took a bite. i almost instantly threw up, because the sauce was rancid. i have no idea how they ate it, it was so gross. i looked at brian and said this is bad, and looked at the kids and said, let me know if your stomach starts hurting. fast forward 8 hours. at bed time, audrey knows how to pull on daddys heartstrings. she and he came out of their room and sat on the couch while i attempted to watch my tivoed episode of the bachelor. brian said that she wasn't feeling well, and wanted to rest on the couch with us. i just rolled my eyes, forgetting about the bad hot sauce. not even 5 minutes later, audrey said, i think i'm going to throw up. brian said run to the trash can, and i said no, run to the toilet. well, she is like me. a violent vomiter. and as soon as she reached the kitchen (which was good, since it has linoleum, not carpet), came the first wave. brian started laughing, which really made me mad, and i was yelling, run to the toilet! brian, help her! well, she continued on the the bathroom, but stopped short at the doorway, because the light was off. and then continued to throw up all over the floor again. and believe me it was gross. i struggled not to start throwing up myself, since i was already nauseous. she was covered, so i stripped her down, and put her in the shower while i let brian clean up the messes (since he was the one that thought it was funny that she didn't make it to the bathroom). once everything was cleaned up, we got her to bed and set up with a towel and trash can. that continued pretty much all night- poor baby. but she did improve, and only used the trash can, and not the floor. well, about an hour later, here comes zach. my tummy hurts. i'm gonna throw up. and here's where i get to where i am thankful. with his allergy, he has become an expert thrower- upper. he knows when he needs to, and he goes to the bathroom, and does it. no mess, no drama. so that night, unlike audrey, he goes and does his business in the toilet, and its no big deal. except for the fact that brian feels so bad for giving our kids bad (i mean really bad) hot sauce. luckily, the fun only lasted for the night, and the kids are good now.

its been a while!

well, this is how i have been feeling for the last 7 weeks or so... but it looks like things are getting better. i was looking through a few pics and found these of when we went to six flags right after i found out i was preggo. brian has been wanting to go to holiday in the park, so we decided to take the kids for their first trip. it ended up being pretty comical- in most of these pictures, i made everyone smile amidst the crying and arguing... i was determined to make it look fun, even if it was a bit difficult! the above picture is before the ride- it was actually pretty high. but audrey and zach loved it. kenzie got off after the first ride- the others rode it a few times.

there were several of these- i just think they are so funny.

i in the kids ferris wheel. believe me, i wasn't as happy as i look in the picture. if you know me, you know i am terrified of heights.

the other half of the ferris wheel.

audrey, zach and brian went on this kids roller coaster. they loved it!

of course they had to go on the snow hill- i don't know how i managed to catch this picture. i was waiting at the bottom of the hill with kenzie, and she ran off- i just held up the camera and snapped before i had to run after her.

lovin tweety

of course the required santa picture... kenzie did NOT like him, and was screaming bloody murder. zach is very sensitive when she cries, so he started screaming too. he stopped when we got the girls off, and he got to sit with santa alone.

they had a little area where is was "snowing". unfortunately, this is as close to it as we got this year!this was the scariest part of the night for me... brian put audrey and zach on the texas tornado, but there was one seat short, and they made brian not ride. if you have ever ridden it, it is soooooo high for a three year old! they did fine, but i almost vomited because i was so nervous that zach would get scared and try to get off somehow. he enjoyed it though.watching the ending parade. the kids were enjoying themselves by this time...on the way to the car. mommy was the happiest one.