Out of the mouth of Isaac

He kept insisting the other night that he was gonna marry Annaleah.  
I tried to explain to him that he couldn't.
That's gross.
There are laws about that kind of thing.
I know you love her, but you just can't.

So, at age 5, he says:  "Well, then who will I marry?"

To which I replied, "Daddy and I will let you know when we find her."

To which he replied, "No way!  What if she is an old lady!?!"

What is wrong with this kid?
He's 5.
I really believe he didn't get enough air coming out of the womb.

A Dieters Revelations:

So, I've been on this Weight Watchers diet since the beginning of January.
This is my third go at WW.
Once after each of my last 3 kiddos.
It works.  Every time.  Ha.  You actually have to do it, but it works.
I love going to the meetings and weighing in.
Well, so far I love it!  But, then again, I've lost weight every time so that helps.
Anyway, yesterday I had a "moment."
You know what I mean, right?

We had a Funday Sunday with our teen group.  Once a month, they stay after church for a couple of hours and I fix dinner, we play games, have a time of devotions, etc.
Well, I was soooo hungry at Sunday School time.
Then, I was soooo hungry at church time.
So then when I went back to the kitchen to start cooking, I was ravenous!
So, I figured I hadn't used any of my points that morning and I would just eat a cookie.  That should help.
I ate it.
Then I got my little calculator out to figure up the point value.
(Note to self:  figure out points before shoving into mouth.)

6 points in one cookie!


Of course I didn't discover this until after the cookie was gone.
And then I got to thinking about it and I didn't even enjoy the cookie.
I scarfed it!
3 or 4 bites and it was gone.
And I don't remember one moment of it.

So....fast forward a few hours.
This really began to bother me.
My lack of character.
I just eat and don't enjoy it.
I don't savor it.
I mean, if you are going to spend 6 points on a cookie, you better enjoy every bit of it!
But I hadn't.
So, I  made a bath for myself during the few minutes of afternoon we had between services.
I poured a Pepsi One into a large cup of ice.
And got a cookie.
I sat in the bathtub and savored every bite of that 6 point cookie.
I felt better about it the second time around.

Bwahahahaha!  12 points on cookies in one day.
I'm a loon.
There is always tomorrow, right?

I was so certain....

That one day I would just pull it all together magically.
I dreamed of a life with a lot of children baking cookies while wearing my
Williams Sonoma apron.  Hair and make-up on EVERY.DAY.
House cleaned.
Bathrooms sparkling.
Children educated.
And properly trained so as to never embarrass their parents while out in public.
All wearing beautifully ironed, never stained clothing.

Instead.

I do indeed have a lot of little children.  AWESOME!
I don't bake cookies because I'm fat.
And on Weight Watchers.
And I am a characterless eater so to make cookies would be my down fall.

I do indeed own a Williams Sonoma apron.
It's pretty.
Yellow and blue.
I don't know where it is or if it's clean though.
Or if it would fit over my 5 time champion baby belly.
I cleaned my hair today.
It's not fixed yet.  And I don't put make up on because...I just don't.  I don't know why.

My house....oh my.  What to say about that.
It is always on the verge of shear disaster.
One step away from condemnation.
And even if I just cleaned it, there are always those congested areas that seem to never make it into my daily regimen of cleaning.  They linger in the back of my mind always undone.
Like my stinkin' walk in closet.
Never gets cleaned.

Dishes get done in the morning.
Never time in the evening to do dishes.
Laundry gets done...daily. But never completely caught up.
EVER.
It's the dark cloud over my head.

Children are educated.
Though, they do embarrass me.
I am Isaac's mother, remember?

And yet, I am deliriously happy!
I have 5 beautiful, healthy children who I get to stay home with every day and raise!
A wonderful husband who loves me with or without make up.
I have a nice home.
Dirty, but nice.

So, this is my reality.
And I love it.
How you doin?

Quiet for sooooo long.

I don't think I have ever went this long without posting on my blog.

To say the month of December was busy is an understatement.

But it was a wonderful kind of busy.

Baking cookies with the kids.

Having family over.

I love love love the Christmas season! 

Everyone is in a good mood.

Did you ever notice that?

People are more patient with each other.

Unless of course, you are shopping on Black Friday.

Then all manners go to pot.  It's lovely really.

I've been spending a lot of time with my wittle girl.

She's so ding dong precious!

As her personality develops, I notice a lot of Isaacs humor.

And she kinda looks like Isaac too.

They both have a dimple on the top of their nose.

And, well, she's kinda spoiled.

Imagine that.

But I can honestly say that it isn't my fault.

Her Daddy holds her in the crook of his arm every night and pats her

little bottom for a good 15 minutes before she falls asleep.

I have tried this.

It doesn't work.

She wants him.

I forgot this about baby girls.

I just imagined that since this is the caboose of the Snow family 

I would hold her and rock her and spoil her.

Nope.

It's depressing really.

She's a Daddy's girl.

Poo.

On a side note, I hope to be updating my blog a bit more!

Sorry. 

Still love me?