Pigs in a Blanket

So it was Christmas Eve and Mimi and Paw Paw Rex where already in town so it was time to have fun!  I was trying to think of some things for Lauren and I to do so Pigs in a Blanket sounded great for breakfast that morning.  We are all sitting in the living room being lazy when I asked Lauren if she was ready to go make Pigs in a Blanket.  Next thing I know she is running to her room.  Okay are you still sleepy?  When she comes back she has brought Piglet and Wilbur with two of her blankets ready to play Pigs in a Blanket.  Too cute!  So we wrapped them up, rocked them, and played.  We all could not stop laughing and Lauren kept giving us the what are you laughing at look.  Then we went on to the real excitement of cooking Pigs in a Blanket for breakfast, yummy!

Who are you?

Well on November 30, 2010 Dillion Nicholas Palmos arrived in the world.  He is so precious I could just eat him up.  We went to visit that weekend and it felt so good to hold a tiny baby again.  Lauren didn't know what to think.  She was actually more interested in playing tug a war with Mizzy the Boxer.  We didn't get to see the Palmos family again until it was Christmas.  Lauren was still a bit hestiant and as you can tell from the picture Dillon didn't know what to think of Lauren.  Fun was had by all and lots of presents were opened.  The greatest present this Christmas was the new addition of Dillon.

Mommy what's that smell?

So this morning before heading to daycare Lauren I stop by the McDonald's on Rock Praire to get me a Diet Coke, yum!  I rolled down the window to order and just left it open while we pulled around.  Lately Lauren has been interested in smells and she asks me what that smell was.  So I take a deep breath and instantly my eyes well up with tears.  It's not the smell of french fries or a Big Mac but the smell of when you walk into a hospital room.  Instantly I turned to left and saw The Med and remember how Grandma spent her last days there.  I will never forget walking to Grandma's room the last time I saw her and sat with her.  I read her the newspaper and told her how Lauren and Jeff was doing.  I held her hand and said the Our Father with her and hugged and kissed her forehead several times.  I thanked her for all that she had ever done for me and how she loved all of us unconditionally.  How I could just stop by her house when I was having a bad day to have a Dr. Pepper, talk and file our nails.  I loved how she read the newspaper everyday, ate a salad, and did her crossword puzzles.  Her wall of photos to remember everyone and tell memories of them.  How she smoked Kent ultra light 100s and loved her Diet Coke and beer.  She loved to feed the birds and squirrels everyday and loved to watch them as much as Sara and Lucky did.  How she could grow any plant.  Her secret was to water them with ice cubes so they could soak up the water instead of the water going through.  I love her so much and miss her so very much.  I will always have my memories and will never forget her.  I love you Grandma!

It's Froggy

I started off the morning wondering why my alarm clock did not go off when I know I made sure that I set it properly last night.  I was getting to sleep an extra hour and a half since I wasn't going to the gym so I definetly made sure it was set correct.  Upon further examination I noticed a little someone turned the volume all the way down.  Lauren does not like the crickets to wake her up in the morning if by chance she so happens to sneek her way into our bed in the middle of the night.  Good news, Lauren stayed in her bed last night.  Bad news, we woke up thirty minutes late and I realized she was preparing to sneak in our bed.  That brain is already thinking of ways to outsmart Mommy and Daddy.  So the morning was now to be in super fast mode, quick shower, blow dry my hair I didn't have time for the flat iron, dress my self, try to explain to Lauren that Daddy's iPod he has lost for the past three months is not a toy so she stops crying and planning to eat breakfast in the car. Let's not forget Lambie or her Lovie and have meltdown like we did yesterday.  My only saving grace was that it was LunchBox Break today and I didn't have to pack a lunch, but then I remembered I had to pack my lunch for a brown bag birthday party.  So as I am trying to pack my lunch, eat my breakfast wait no breakfast today I can eat my yogurt at work, grab Jeff's medicine to call the doctor, remember my cell phone, and getting our jackets on Lauren is yelling at me the door pointing outside.  "Mommy it's froggy!  Mommy it's froggy!  Froggy!"  I am thinking what is a frog doing in the garage I don't have time to deal with this we just got the lizard out of the house last month!  So I run to the door and start searching for a frog.  I ask if it is under the car because I don't see it and the last thing I need to do is get under the car when I just lent rolled my pants to get rid of the dog hair.  I ask Lauren and she just keeps pointing outside and saying, "It's froggy!"  So I look outside and put two and two together I realize there is no frog, but FOG outside. Well that was a relief because I really didn't feel like having frog pee on my hands this morning.  We make it to school and I to work.  The rat race will begin tomorrow again and I have learned the lesson to check the volume on my alarm clock.

Aaaaaahhhhhhhh! Jazz Hands!

So this past weekend we went to Dallas to visit some family!  Lauren loves highway 75 just past downtown Dallas because of all the bridges we go under.  So when we see one we get ready, set, go and aaaahhh with jazz hands as we go under the bridge.  Jeff thought we were crazy the first few times, but then he was even doing jazz hands.  Anything to make the time go faster after three hours in the car with a three year old!  Gotta love it!