Unloading the camera
I'm think I'm getting worse at blogging. I'm totally getting sucked in on Facebook. I thought I'd better post before my family decides that I no longer update this and I've fallen off the face of the earth. Firstly, last week was a rough one for me. According to books I've read, mood swings are supposed to lessen the last trimester...I believe they are wrong. So does John.
This would be the result of Fae not cleaning her room. I had finally had enough of encouraging, bribing, joking, yelling, pleading, etc. and went off the deep end. While it was a great stress reliever for me to throw things, it was a pain to clean up. And the 5 cans of soda/lemonade on the table would be the result of having a husband who hasn't yet found the recycling bin. Our messy house is a family effort.
This girl can fall asleep anywhere. She was in the middle of eating her hamburger when she dozed off.
John only really WORKS about half of the time he's at work. This is a picture of a recent motorcycle ride he took with a bunch of other people at work. Now you know why they call this "Station Vacation".
Miss Fabulous being herself. Look Tina...she's still wearing the boots!
We went out to White Plains beach yesterday early to avoid the crowds. The beach had all of about 3 people on it...the waves had SO much more. MF and I enjoyed ourselves while John and his friend had to fight to catch a wave. It was a nice day yesterday!
Miss Fabulous rode on John's surfboard for the first time yesterday. She sure seemed like she was having a great time! Unfortunately, my battery died in my camera just before that so no pictures. I'm sure it won't be the last time.
Well, my house is very clean now and I have a lot of projects to work on so maybe I'll get to creating instead of cleaning! Yay! Have a great week people!
Comments
I hear you on the mess being a family effort and Facebook sucking you in.
Congrats on updating your blog ;)
I love you for putting that pic of your house on here. It makes me feel so much more normal. I live in a neighborhood of "stepford wives" who always look perfect and so do their houses, well come to find out they have maids (and husbands who are home every night). So, I've stopped comparing myself to them. I'm sure if they were in my shoes their house would look the same as mine. Okay, so maybe that's not true, but it makes me feel better, but the truth is my kids make the mess, and I'm too lazy to clean up after them.
How's the pregnancy going?