What kind of dog?!?!

I can NOT believe I have forgotten to make a post about this! Back a few weeks ago, I came downstairs to a startling surprise. Where normally "surprises" would elicit yells and timeouts from me, I could not help but almost pee my pants laughing, especially after seeing the expression on Louie's face...



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(Hannah washes the dog)

When this story is told, it is met with reactions like "what kind of dog would just stand there and let this happen???"
Well, now we know. Louie is THAT dog.

Don't cry...

Cleaning up pools of milk in each button hole of the couch is not fun. Just letting you know. ANd it all happened in the time it took to take Grant to bed. NOT EVEN 5 minutes. I love you, Hannah.

This girl is Bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!!!!

I  love me some Hannah! Especially when she's eating something. She dances and really "experiences" the food. SO I couldn't pass up this opportunity to get some good shots of her enjoying her lollipop the other day.

Have a great day!

little updates

here's some updates on the kiddos. Well, updated pics. Nothing is really new.

potty training, starting solids and registering for PreSchool...can you guess who?

Happy Birthday

Hannah is 2!!!! It's hard to believe that time has flown by this quick! Take a look...






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Anyone want some Whine? Pinkeye? Anyone?!

I took Hannah into the clinic today. 2 pink eyes, and 1 ear infection...

and wouldn't you know it? She's still smiling!!!

I have been super exhausted lately, and even thought something was wrong with me. Paul said I was the same way with both other pregnancies, but now I have 2 kids to manage, so of course I will be tired. Hmm, I guess, but I still feel like someone has drugged me in the morning when I can't convince my limbs to lift themselves.

Ethan has entered full blown terrible 3's. Everything is a fight, and everything causes a meltdown. It's to the point where we can't make him breakfast without him telling us exactly how to do it, and he STILL finds something to whine about. He is however riding his bike fabulously and burning of some energy doing it, Thank God!

Paul is counting the days, literally, until we leave for TN. I have a dream at least 8 nights a week about our new home and what it will look like. I will be so happy when I can jut tap a nail into the wall and hang a picture! How exciting!

That's about it here, just trying to get everything lined up for the move, and trying not to stress in the process.

Thanks for all your prayers and thoughts!

Pictures

Is she not the cutest ever?!  For more: www.dropshots.com/abbeybertolone 

This puke is BANANAS! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!

Oh my, I guess we have found the culprit.  Those nasty little bananas have messed with my girl's tummy one too many times! To hell with you I say!  Bananas, thou shalt not enter my dwellings againeth! (or however they spoke back then, you know, when all the bananas were reeking havoc on small villages, that era). Any way, it's back again, and with a vengeance.  Those nasty pukes that I thought were caught by modern day petri dishes (a.k.a. toddlers), came back 1-2 hours after Hannah ate her first serving of bananas since the last sickness.  I thought for sure it was a fluke, but now I know, and I am never giving them to her again!After pulling into the commisary parking lot, she threw up in her carseat (exorcist style).  I was astounded as to how much it was.  The size of an infants tummy is a lot bigger than I thought.  I drove home immediately, helpless as she kept heaving in the back seat.  Got her inside, in the tub washed off, only to have her puke again.  By the evening, I was reduced to this:

(which is a great idea if they won't quite puking, I even thought to myself, "I should post this in a mommy tips blog or something!")

So Ethan, Hannah, and I were all chilling in the bathroom and of course I was all dramatic thinking this was so stressful, then Ethan broke the tension with a real hum dinger.

He looked over at me, pointed at my cleavage, and asked, "Is that your butt?"

The day ended in laughter, which is always a good thing.