HMac is missing...

... from my house.. I just realized last night that he has been gone for 2 months.. I MISS HIM!!! I told daddy last night that I could not wait for him to come home.. He enjoys getting to be the "only" child at my parents house. He goes there for his entire summer break, therefore leaving me sad and unhappy. I feel like he doesn't even like me anymore.. Every time I ask him if he is ready to come home he says no. I can't blame him.. He was the only child for 8 years and suddenly he has not one, but two baby brothers.. Needless to say he doesn't get my undivided attention anymore.. He doesn't mind (I think), he loves his brothers, but he also doesn't mind being with grandparents who spoil him with video games and fast food for two months either..

Mawmaw is bringing him home on Saturday.. and I can't wait.. It just hit me like a bag of hot lava last night how much I miss him and I almost couldn't contain myself.. The upside, I get to see him in a couple of days.. The downside, I know my mom is going to be beside herself to see him go.. I feel bad, super bad, but he is mine after all, right, I gave birth to him, right??.. Although I am sure she would like to protest that and keep all of my children as her own..

Unleash the wrath that is my mom.. Not a bad wrath, but bring on the fun!!! I can't wait for her to be here, she is my BEST FRIEND, and boy do we have fun!! Who knows what we will get into but I will for sure let you all know the craziness that is the "SANDERS GIRLS" as it happens... I bet you can't wait can you.. I am sure it will be full of laughing until one of us poops, I mean pees herself.. haha...

Oh well, HMac I am ready for you to get home so I can yell at you, I mean HUG you and kiss you.. I miss my baby!!!!!!!!!

Daddy HMac???

HMac tried his hand at being a dad this week.... No, not to a human but to a little bird that had fallen out of it's nest. He called earlier this week from my parents house. (For those of you who don't know it is a long standing tradition that he abandons me and stays with his grandparents in TN for the ENTIRE summer.) So anyway he and his grandmother had found a little bird that fell out of its nest and decided to pick it up place it in a hanging flower pot and commence fathering.. Things went well at first, he dug worms up and fed the bird worms.. It really ate them.. He used tweezers to pick the worms up off the ground and feed the bird... He even took pictures of the bird and a movie all sent to me on my cell phone.

He called me to tell me all about it and I asked him how many worms he had fed the bird and he said like "13".. Poor little bird.. I guess he has seen me feed his little brothers.. And my feeding agenda goes as follows... If they are not wet or tired and they are crying or have their mouths open for any reason it means they are hungry so they get fed... Maybe that is why all of my children are HUGE!! So you can't really blame him for feeding the bird every time it opened it's beak, it is all he knows.


Anyway he called me on Wednesday night to tell me the little bird had passed to the other side.. I tried to be sympathetic and tell him it was ok and that was just how things were meant to be... He didn't really care though, he just wanted to tell me that nature was mean and stupid and that was the end of it, he had TV to get back to...


I am proud of him for taking responsibility though, he was a good little birdie daddy while it lasted....

What is up with me?

I am pathetic.. I have become quite the hermit as of late... It is so sad.. I have 2 out of 3 children who actually like to run all over the country and 1 who hates it and it seems as if I let the 1 dictate the entire world for me.. So we were getting ready for WT's doctors appt this morning and all RT could say was, "Grocery store?" Yes you heard me right grocery store... See for us the big getting out of the house time during the week is going to the grocery store so RT thinks that EVERY time we are getting dressed in clothes besides pj's we are going to the grocery store... And you would think it was Christmas eve by how excited he gets.. It is insane, has my life come to this... I would have never guessed that the best thing that could happen to me and my children would be our once weekly grocery store trip...

Maybe it is because I let RT eat the grapes while he is sitting in the buggy and he feels like he is doing something wrong... Which I guess it is wrong b.c we actually never ever pay for them... I guess we should start weighing him when we walk in and then have them weigh him like produce so they get their money for all of the grapes we essentially "stole." But I go with what my mom has always said... "We spend so much money here they can't get mad if we eat a few grapes!!!" haah... but I guess when you eat an entire bag each time you go, for us once a week, it turns into to some major stealing at the end of the year... Oh well, what are we gonna do... I have started something and I don't really feel guilty for it.. Is that bad? I guess I have to say thanks mom for that one...

So we went to the doctor and not to the grocery store so here is how WT is doing...

WT's 4 month check up and shots at the doctor... He is now 15 1/4 lbs (60% for weight), around 23 inches (10% for length) and he has a big ole head... He is doing fine... He had 3 shots and one oral vaccination... Poor thing, but he took it like a trooper... RT was a sweet little boy and a big help at the doctor like usual...

As we were leaving one of the doctors stopped to say how sweet the kids were, their hair is their shining glory and show stopper, she asked RT a question and we answered with a "Yes ma'am!" People up north act as if you just shoved a $100 bill in their hand if you show some respect...Her response was a wide eyed, "Where are you from?" to which I answered TN originally, and she said, " I knew it had to be from the south.." So I am gonna say the south still rocks when it comes to being cordial...