The Adventures of Mr. and Mrs. G: Daily Life

Sometimes, wait scratch that, most of the time, I feel like I'm just trying to keep up with the day to day. I rarely feel like I am ahead of the game anymore. Because of that, I am actually a little proud that it has only been about 4 months since my last post! Hey, life is all about perspective-right?

I can't think of any better description of the last four months than absolutely beautiful, exhausting chaos. My house never seems to be clean. There's always dishes in the sink (which I hate!). Laundry often sits on the guest bed for ~~a couple~~ several days before it gets folded. We eat out way too often because making dinner some days feels equivalent to climbing Mt. Everest with an elephant strapped to my back. I can't manage to send a birthday/anniversary/wedding gift out on time. We got back from Arizona over a week ago and Matt's suitcase is still only partially unpacked. Our garage is quickly filling up with stuff that all needs something done to it. But you know what else? There has been more laughter in our house than ever before. We get together often with friends and family. Weston puts himself to bed in his own room without so much as a whimper. Matt and I are learning to make the most of our time together as husband and wife. Hannah started taking a bottle and, though I didn't know it was possible, smiles more now than ever before.There's artwork from Sunday school on my fridge, and a muddy pair of boots from playing outside in Weston's closet. Sure there are days where I feel like a hamster in a wheel, but there are more days where I feel richer than I could deserve.

Both of our babes seem to be growing up so fast. Hannah is 4 months old and ridiculously happy. I have never seen a baby smile so much, or have so much to say. She is definitely a gabber! She's rolling all over the place and has the tippy tip of a tooth poking through. She likes sitting and standing or playing in her jumper. She also likes blowing bubbles and sucking on her hands and feet. Just, whatever you do, do NOT put her in her car seat when she's not wanting to go in her car seat. She will let.you.know.

Weston has always been ahead of his years verbally but lately he talks in clear, thought out paragraphs. Sometimes Matt and I are in shock of an idea he puts together and tells us. He gets ridiculously excited over motorcycles and police cars. He still loves to play soccer and baseball. He knows all of his letters (upper and lowercase!) and most of numbers 1-10. But the little rascal is definitely in his terrible twos. Ho-ly cow. There are some days I bet he says "no" 50 times- and I wish that was an exaggeration. You can be having a blast tickling his tummy and then try to tickle his foot, and he will loose his marbles. If he wants to play with a truck and you bring him one, I don't care which one you brought him, it was the wrong one. I guess this is when you have to kick your parenting into high gear. We try to stay calm, consistent, and firm. That should be my new mantra! Thank the good Lord that this isn't an every day rigmarole, otherwise there may be one cute little boy for sale cheap!

Some cute Weston sayings:

Dad: "Come on Wes it's time to brush your teeth!"
Weston: "I'm too busy right now."

Mom: "Oh bubs, did you fall down and hurt your butt?"
Weston (crying): "Yah Momma, kiss my butt"

Weston: "I've got to go pee-pee on the potty."
Mom: "Okay buddy, lets go!"
Weston: "Nevermind, I'll just pee on the floor." (And he sure did!)

Some not so cute Weston sayings:

Dad: "Wes, go get your soccer ball."
Weston: "NO, YOU GO GET IT!"

Mom: "Oh calm down Weston, all I did was kiss your forehead."
Weston: "No Momma! That's my forehead, not yours, and you can't kiss it!"

RECENT EVENTS: Hannah's 4 month check up. She weighed 16lbs 9 oz (88th percentile), she was 25.5 inches tall (86th percentile), and he head size was 42.3cm (80-90th percentile). My Dad got married so we traveled to AZ for the wedding. Matt and I went to see Garth Brooks. We also had our 3 year anniversary.

UPCOMING EVENTS: Kid's first trip to SeaWorld. Halloween (because lets face it, I probably wont post again before then).