Who needs a pet?

I sure dont!

I have 3 boys.

3 monkeys

They take up all my time.

I feed them.

Bathe them. (yes all 3 ;) ... not at the same time)

Take them for walks.

They are more than enough pet for me.

They know how to lay down..
They know how to sit..

They know how to roll over..

They know how to attack..

I just LOVE them.

My most monkey-ish boy is so much fun.

He is carefree.

He is wild.

He is fearless.
He KNOWS how to have fun.

This is just a typical afternoon for us.

So like I said, who needs a pet with these 3!?!

mommy, mom, ma, mama, mommy, mama, mom, ma

Mother's Day in all its glory.

I am infact the luckiest mom in the world.

You might think you are, and Im ok with that.

You should, well if your a mom then you should.

But I know I am.

I know I am every single time I get a kiss or a hug from Landon.

I know I am everytime I get woken up for a middle of the night feeding.

I know I am when Gavin gurgles and coos his "I love You's" to me.

I know I am when Landon talks in his "monster voice."

I know I am when Landon pees in the potty.

I know I am when Landon pees in his underoos.

I know I am when Gavin is sleeping in my arms.

I know I am when Gavin refuses to nap.

Pretty much my kids make the best moments of my day,

and also in the worst moments I know I could not be luckier and wish my kids were anything other than my kids.

WE had a great Mother's Day.

Matt had to work, but I woke up too some sweet cards from the hubbs and kiddos.

We went to brunch with the family.

Then back to my Grandmas house to relax and enjoy eachothers company.

My boys had a blast with their cousins.. which also makes me smile.

We made it home before Matt got off work.

We had a family dinner,

the four of us,

which as nice as the day we had was,

it was my favorite part of the day.

Happy Mother's Day to all other Mommies, especially my 2.

<3 Jackie and Janet <3

Quote of the Week

"Mommy, baby "gabin" is freakin' cute!"

Even he knows his brother is steps above just a regular cute. :)

Mom of the Year #3

Why do I have so many of these you ask? Good thing I can't hear your request cause I have no good reasons for it. Im a good mom. I swear.

Frozen Yogurt. Its a necessity. That will set the scene for ya. We take Landon to get a treat after dinner for keeping his pull ups dry POST NAPTIME. Every body should get a reset button.

Baby once again is crying as we drive there. Landon is being Landon. LOUD. Annoyingly cute. But oh so LOUD!. Matt decides he's gonna run in and get us some so we don't have to take the kids out. Im fine with that.

I remember I have to make a phone call to the bff. I try to talk over the kids cries and song singing in the "monster voice." It's not working. So out of the car I get. To the curb I sit. Ahhhhh peaceful. I can hear. Hearing is in fact a LUXERY. Do I see anything wrong with what Im doing? The kids in the car; one screaming his lungs out, the other singing his lungs out. NO. No I don't. Not until I see Matt pass by me with that look does it hit me. Yet again I managed to get that feeling.. MOM of the Year.

PLeaSe sHOot Me... or... HAve mE comMitteD

Im going crazy. Well, not as I type.. and as you read this, but about 6 hours ago I was. I would have opted for either of the two prior mentions in my title.

Tell me why I thought taking my two boys.. that were in need of a nap..

need.. thats an understatement...

why i thought that it would be a good idea to make a "quick" stop at a clothing store.

Just to try on a few things, get a few last minute birthday gifts, browse. It sounded a lot better in my head than how it actually played out.

They say traumatic events are sometimes displaced from your memory so I will try to gather as much of the event that I can and that has not been blocked out forever.

WHY do they make shopping carts that look like they are for preschoolers? Do you want to limit how much merchandise I can shove in my basket? Do you think I'm gonna buy ya out?

Come on people.

I can't even stick the infant carrier sideways in the cart and have enough room for Landon to sit in the toddler seat fully extended.

Poor kid has to hunch over like a college frat boy over the toilet.

Good thing we hadn't eaten dinner yet or it might have come up.

Fun stuff right? And the shopping hasn't even began yet. Browsing.. well at this point thats out of the question. I have my checklist in my head and Im sticking to it.. wait I can't even hear my checklist over the crying baby. Thats right. The baby cried. The baby kept crying. From the time we entered the store til the time we left. We were there 58 minutes. But whose counting.

OK. So were off. Looking for a shirt for my mother that is for my brother.

Long story.

Found one. Send the picture text. Wait for response. Baby Screaming.

Toddler escaping.

TODDLER ESCAPING?

Yes, my son climbing out and down to run around.

Ok. Found the kid. Buckled in. Buckle tightened. Crying Baby. Crying toddler. Almost crying mama.

Almost.

On to a different section. Found some shorts to try on. Why did I think I could try on shorts with 2 crying kids?

Oh a text back from my mom. I got the wrong size. Oh well I will go back on my way out to change it. I have to pee. I have to pee bad.

NO MERCHANDISE ALLOWED IN THE BATHROOMS.

Kids out of the cart. Walking to the bathroom.. a step behind another lady. This lady sees me and my two kids yet chooses to take the big stall.

GRRRRR.

I try to fit me, Landon and Gavin who is in the infant carrier in the little stall.

Doesnt work.

Doing the potty dance.

Landon decides he has to pee, but locks me out of the stall. Doing the potty dance while trying to get Landon to open the door to his stall.

Baby still crying.

Gets Landon to open the door.

Landon pees in the potty.

The lady is still in the big stall.

Can see lady through the crack in the big stall.

Her shirt is off?

Yes that is a question.

Why the heck is her shirt off?

She gets redressed.

Comes out and apologizes saying she should have let me go first.

NO, we could have gone at the same time if you would have been normal and took the small stall and kept your shirt on.

On to the dressing room. There is a family dressing room. Yay I can take the cart in and keep them strapped down.

Baby still crying.

Why I haven't left yet is a mystery to even myself.

Landon shouts.. "why you naked mom?"

I try to explain loudly (loud enough that the young man that showed us to our dressing room can hear) that I am NOT naked, my pants are just off. AWKWARD!

Found some shorts. 2 pairs. Yipee!

Go looking for the right size shirt for my mom.

There isn't one.

Text her back.

Does she want me to get it or not.

Wait for a reply. Baby crying. Still waiting for a reply. Baby crying. Decided to get the heck out of the store and pay so we can go home and I can regain sanity.

Pay. That part went well. Aside from the baby crying.

Go to the car. Get Gavin in the car. Get stuff in car. Get Landon in c... wait... wheres Landons other shoe? WHY ARE YOU ONLY WEARING ONE SHOE? "i take it off and throw it in store." Take Landon out of the car.

Take Gavin out of the car.

Go back in store.

Retrace steps.

Find shoe.

Go home.

Home.

Thank God.

*UPDATE

The Jularah Update - about 40 days later...

Yes, after about a month and a half we got around to doing some gardening once again. Oh come on, its not that long. Well there was some good news and some not so good news.. as goes with most anything.

This is a picture of our tomato plant on day 1. SO GREEN. So fresh. SO Full of life.. hapiness.. love.. ok well that may be going a little far..

And here it is again on day 40. Sad day. But don't give up hope on us yet. We may not have green thumbs, but we have determination.

Thats half the battle right??

Heres the garden Day 1. Planted. Watered. Ready for growth.

Aha! Do you believe in us yet? Do you see all those green leafy things? Yep!

Thats our garden.

The few rows that lasted through the hail, snow, and a broken sprinkler that went un-noticed for.. oh.. a month or so.. give or take a few days.

So if we haven't made believers outta ya yet, then this will have to reel ya in. We got a live one. That little red ball thing.

Its called a radish.

For those not familiar with this veggie/fruit.. im not quite sure what it is.. i'll explain it.

radish: any of various plants of the genus Raphanus, cultivated for its edible root.

You see.

Radish. Its the new Black. Its famous.

"when he was naked he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife." -Shakespeare

like a said.. famous.

It has many uses.

You can eat them in a salad (obvious)

Pickle them (mmm not sure id be a fan)

Saute them in butter (NOW were talking!)

Looking forward to all the growth that is to come.. and hoping we will have an update before another 40 or so days pass. :)

Quote of the Week

Landon is potty training. Geez this process SUCKS! He LOVES to go on the potty... but ONLY when its his idea and not moms or dads. We have good.. no we have GREAT days.. and then we have some not so good days. He is in control of this.. which he knows.. and he likes. SO pretty much when HE decides he wants to wear big boy underwear.. he will. But anyways we try to encourage and motivate with candy, stickers, fruit snacks, Little Bear and such. So the other morning he ran out of the potty...

Landon: Bubba did it Yayyyyyy

Mommy: Good Job Bubs

Landon: Candy??
(Now i give him candy about half the time he goes, because he will go squeeze out a few drops just to get some candy. And this particular morning he probably already had a few.. Peeps to be exact.)

Mommy: No, not this time Landon. You've already had 2. You need to eat breakfast.

Landon: Awwwwww Mom. I WANT CANDY.. (his voice is escalating)

Mommy: No

Landon: (yelling) I WANT A MARSHMELLOW CHICKEN!!

hahah I couldn't resist.. I had to get my lil Peep killer a marshmellow chicken.