Monday, September 21, 2009

It's so loud

Forget trying to answer emails. Forget trying to drink an entire cup of coffee. Forget trying to pee. Forget trying to eat breakfast. Forget trying to clean anything.

I know I have said it at least a hundred times, but does anyone know how much easier my life would be if boobs were detachable?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

What is she saying exactly...

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If you don't mind my singing...

Red Wing

So we took a family trip to Red Wing when my husband had off of work for our TEN YEAR anniversary. We took the girls' bikes along with us, so that we could bike along the river too. It was so much fun and such a cool town! I definately think we will go again this fall to take fall pictures! (How dorky is that.)

First we went and visited the world's biggest boot. Yup.:


Then I followed the babies around while they attempted to destroy things (my husband bought much needed shoes):


Someone thought it would be wonderful to hang birch branches. Those quickly became fun to walk through and see how far they would swing. Good times.

Baby girl and the poison polish selection which is conviently placed for her perusal:


Then we ate some lunch by the mighty Mississippi:


My man took way too many "artist" pictures. I will post one becuase I know he reads this.:


All in all a good September day in Minnesota.

Cleaning up



So I forgot to close the bathroom door and she helped herself to some toilet paper. Made a shawl.

Helpful

So we went to get my husbands hair cut at Great Clips (which is the most un-baby proofed place I have ever been to!). This is marketed as a family friendly haircutting place, and has been a decent place to get a hair cut for us. They have a couple of toys, which my babies quickly got bored with (totally fine and expected) and the girl baby reached out and grabbed a shampoo bottle while I was wrangling her brother.

*It is at this point one might ask why the big girls weren't helping. They were fighting with each other so as to make my trip as smooth as possible.*

As I was turning to go and take it out of her hand, the salon lady took it away and gave her (she is 13 months old) one of those little suckers they hand out at banks. Not only was it a red sucker, it was really really small and I have seen where they break off before. Then (to be fair of course) she gives one (wrapper off) to the boy baby too!

Now...I am pretty stinkin' laid back because I have five kids. BUT...what in the world are you supposed to do when you try to take away a sucker from two one year olds when your husband is in the middle of the haircut and the other kids are next in line.

Lucky sticky babies.