Oh, ya know....

Rest time is nearly over but I can't help thinking a quick bit of keyboard clacking would be in good form since it has been ages (or so it seems) since I have visited my own stinkin' blog. :-)

And now, it seems like so much has happened, there is no way to actually just start in again. Like, it would be easier just not to. I am out of blog practice, it seems!

My computer is now officially fixed but I can't seem to find the several hundred photos Matt uploaded from my camera so that I could delete them on there to make room for me to take MORE photos ( I know, it's a sickness) and since I DELETED them from my camera thinking they were uploaded, if they aren't actually here somewhere I think I might actually *BE* sick.

So...trying not to panic about that.

WHAT?! You don't panic about a month long window of life not having been photo-documented?!? Sheesh! What is WRONG with you people?!?!

To get caught up................In my blog absence:

~I have single-handedly kept the United States Postal Service in working order. Well, me and Netflix.

~ I have had some "laugh out loud" moments as well as "Hmmm" moments while reading God in the Docks by C.S.Lewis.

~I have done approximately 30 loads of laundry, 15 of mismatched socks alone.

~ I started a new sweet tea regiment of mixing Raspberry and Peach tea bags for the concentrate. Iz good.

~My little baby Adele' got herself pushed out of her crib because Judah-bear very obsinately grew out of the Newman cradle. The cradle that housed a little bitty Corynn until she was well over a year old, HE grew out of at seven months. Adele' now trundle sleeps, and thinks she is pretty hotstuff.

~The childrens' bedroom reminds me every night, of a big giant Newman slumberparty.

~ Corynn and I went to see the Russian Ballet Company perform Sleeping Beauty with my Mom and two young sisters. It was as fun to watch her reactions as it was to watch the ballet. Almost.

~ The boys of the house got a haircut. Except for Judah who is just now beginning to look like something other than a cueball.

~ I still debate about Adele's hair though I must say her hairline is weird and that is my dilemma. Though the rattail in back is proving to be a dilemma all its own.

~ I had an affair on my bearded husband with my now clean-shaven husband. I wonder, is that cheating?

~ I slept in Matts arms better than I have slept for two months.

~With Matt home again, I finally felt like I could BREATHE.

~I started walking again. Then stopped. Then started again. (I hate March.)

~ I gave up soda for several weeks. Then drank a nice cold one and it was all down hill. (I hate myself.)

~ I left Judah for a few hours for the first time ever. He did well. Me, not so much.

~ I prepared our garden beds.

~ I remembered (IN TIME!) to plant cold weather peas. I have always forgotten about them until it was too late.

~ I planted seeds. Equal parts vegetables to annuals. What can I say? I love flowers.

~ Judah has went from cherub-like to bobcat-like, screaming like a banshee at every waking moment that he is not nursing or being held (and even sometimes then!) I am PRAYING he is getting a tooth in and it isn't something more disasterous like colic.

~ I don't do well with banshee-screaming.

~ Snow turned to rain. I have never been happier to see mud.

~ One of our rabbits had nine kits, just in time for Easter.

~Our egg supply has gone from non-existent to 18 eggs a day. Feast or famine, as they say.

~ Andrew turned a whole hand this past week. Five seems too big for my Panda to be.

~I made him a dragon cake. It was corny.

~ Matt and I took the children to a glass museum. It was nice. Not often Matt comes along on our field trips.

~ Adele' started saying "mmm-hmmm" as an affirmation in just the cutest little voice. "Adele', how was your nap?" "mmmm-hmmmm."

~ I got all these little blisters on my tongue because I used a too-spicy toothpaste. What can I say? I am a freak.

~ I have been wearing a bandanna in my hair several times a week and actually, really like it. (It all started when Matt was gone and I wasn't, coughcough, bathing.) I even went to the store that way once. On the way I looked down at myself and realized Matt's fleece sweatshirt, my muckboots and a head bandanna was my ensemble and thought "wow Rebecca. You have come a LONG way when it comes to being seen in public." Yeah. I had gone too far.

~ I am going out with two girlfriends tonight (and yes, a sister counts as a girlfriend.) I can't wait. Little Banshee baby is coming too, so here's hoping all goes well. But I promise not to wear a bandanna.


(pictures of these bullets forthcoming, provided they haven't disappeared for good. In which case, I might die.)