Spring Part II

The pictues quit uploading for some reason, so I’ll be back with more later.


Pictures from March and April

Dad would ask me everytime I was holding Donovan, “are your arms tired Marilee?” Meaning, “I want to hold my grandson!”

At the beach with my big brother

Daniel’s girlfriend buried him and made him a mermaid

Daniel and his daughter Aubrey Rose, burying her in the sand

Dad’s mom, my gram, and Donovan’s great-gram

Mom’s dad, me, Aubrey and Donovan

Grandma, where we all get our blue eyes from

I had the best time getting to know my sweet niece that I don’t get to see nearly enough. We were attached at the hip almost all weekend.

4 generations

To be continued, I have lots more from home of my little family still on my camera

Growing Up

Well it finally happened. I am all grown up (most of the way). I have a daughter who is almost as tall as my shoulder, can read really well and thinks she should be able to do the cooking (and she’s only 6), a daughter who is going to be playing soccer in 2 short weeks and joining a one week theatre camp this summer, I also have yet another daughter who is VERY tall, talking up a storm and hopefully soon will be potty trained. You just didn’t know that my growing up is contingent on their growing up! There are also swimming lessons in the works for all three girls, and possibly gymnastics when school gets out. The busyness of a family of 6 is soon going to start!


So, I have a fantastic weekend with half of my family, a great relaxing time at the airport even though I ended up waiting for 4 hours to start on my way home…. and then two hours that made me feel lousy about my self and made some other ladies in their 20’s feel pretty darn good about themselves.

Here’s the picture. Please enjoy my misery. I woke up early to get ready to come home. Too tired for makeup, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t brush my hair before I put it in a ponytail. Airport, delays, yadayadayada, you know the story. Fortunately I have amazing parents who took me to eat at a nice dark restaurant (to kill time) where Donovan got a nice little nap on the booth seat. Anyway, I finally make it to my gate where I quickly breastfeed my baby in the farthest seat from anyone so i can use my bottles on the plane. (I was seated between two men on the way there and couldn’t bring myself to do feed him on the plane) Lesson learned. So, I feed him, start to burp him and out of sheer exhaustion forget the burp cloth….. dum dum dum, dumb. He of course spits up on my shoulder. And then proceeds to wipe his nose on my shoulder…..It still makes me cringe. Just at that moment up walks this tall beautiful young woman with it all together. “You’ve got to be kidding me God, this isn’t funny.” Lovely hair, accesories that would make a professional stylist proud, high heels, stylish CLEAN clothes, and one cute little purse. And I think to myself in my snot and spit up covered shirt that I am hating this woman a little right now. Donovan of course chooses right then to start crying. Which he proceeds to do until takeoff. I know everyone in the lobby is thinking the same thing. “I hope I’m not sitting next to her”. And I am saying over and over to myself, please God I don’t want to sit next to that girl……… Lo and behold, who sits down one seat over? Miss Perfect. No one ended up sitting between us, as soon as she sat I swore to her that Donovan would stop crying as soon as the plane leaves. (which he did. Blessedly.) She politely ha ha’s and smiles and says it won’t bother her and not to worry….WHATEVER! No way did I believe her. Especially since she was sitting on my left which was the spitup/snot side. Anyway, He slept the entire time, and woke up with the sweetest little smile on his face. And I smile back even though he just put me thru 2 straight hours of utter self berating of why exactly I couldn’t bother to spend 5 minutes on some makeup and a pair of earrings?

I happily get off the plane and away from her to start the whole scenario over again in another waiting area, except this time with TWO perfect little 20 somethings.

2 Things before I Forget

Two days ago a conversation between Layla and Izzy at Target

Izzy-Mom’s older
Layla- NO Dad’s older
Izzy-huh uh
Layla- uh huh
Izzy- huh uh
Layla- uh huh

(this goes on for a bit while I’m getting the two little ones situated in the cart)

Me- What are you two arguing about?
Layla- Izzy says you were borned out first, but I told her Daddy was and she won’t believe me.
Izzy- (in complete exasperation) Will you please tell her you were borned out first!
Me-Layla, Izzy is right, I am 10 months older than Daddy.
Layla- Then why is his head so much bigger than yours?
Me- (Laughing so hard that the employees are all turning and staring as I walk through the store with four kids, two of whom have their arms crossed over their chests.)

2. Addison spilled her bowl of dry cereal on the floor and I am sitting there trying to coax my stubborn two year old to pick it all up.

Addison- I can’t DOOO eet (it)
Me- Yes you can
(she continues to stallfor a good 5 minutes, then finally gets on her hands and knees to my utter happiness that she is finally giving in and going to clean it up)

Addison- ” Yook Mom (look mom), I shakey booottttooommmmm (in sing-song voice as she wiggles her little tush)

There are days that are so hard that I just want to quit this job. Then I get these little reminders every now and then of what a gift God has given me, in each and every one of their little smiles, and silly things they say.