BFF

Only 10 days apart, Lady Bug and Miss G are destined to be best friends forever.

The Olympics

Bear and I really enjoy watching the Olympics. His favorite is the running, he gets down like he is at a starting block and then runs all over the living room until the race it over, and of course he always wins. But here are some things that I have noticed about the Olympics:

It is VERY unattractive to watch the men diving. When they do their tucks, they pull their legs apart so wide it looks like the pose in which a woman is giving birth!

I really like the new swim suits for the guys. Speedos are just gross.

There are some ridiculous "sports."
Table tennis? Isn't that just Ping pong? That is one step away from playing Twister or Battleship for a gold medal.

Equestrian dressage? How is it a sport to ride around on a horse? Sure they look pretty, but isn't it the horse looking pretty?

BMX riding? What the heck is next, Skateboarding?

I personally think that there should be a gold medal for child rearing. There could be such events like child herding, child chasing, keeping a child entertained while waiting in line, making dinner while entertaining a toddler and breastfeeding an infant. But that is just my opinion.

Random things that bother me

Writing on butts. The only reason to put words on the back of your pants is to get attention. So why not just have "Hey look at me, I have the need for people to look at my ass!" Or something with fewer words, as you would have to have a butt the size of barn to fit all that.

Airplane seats. Seriously could they put any less padding on those things? Last week when I traveled from here to DC, it was horrible. Despite all the extra padding I brought to the situation, I still felt like I had been sitting on a metal folding chair for 5 hours. It left me begging the question, what in the world do people with no butt fat do on a flight like that?

Bugs. Today in the Jeep, I thought I felt something tickling my neck. I kept reaching back there but kept coming up with nothing. Finally, I felt something. I pulled it forward so that I could see. I thought maybe it was some lint that was blowing around or a loose string from my shirt. It was an ant. Pandamonium broke out. I had to pull the car over and get out and shake my whole body off for a minute. I killed the little bastard but for the rest of the night now, I keep shuddering everytime I think about it, and I keep reaching back to make sure he didn't have a buddy. The only thing I hate more than a bug is a bug on me or one of the kids.

People who chew with their mouth open. I think that about explains it all.

Boogers. A week ago I leaned into the Jeep to get something from the passenger seat. I looked to my right and there on the back of my head rest was a dried up booger. Now here is what bothers me about it:
1. I don't know how long I have been riding around with a booger rubbing on the back of my head.
2. How the heck did it get there? Its not like Bear can reach up from his seat and put it there. And if he did somehow put it there, where else has he left boogers?
3. Did I put it there? This one troubles me the most I think.
4. Did someone riding in my passenger seat put it there? The only ones that have been in the seat recently are my mom and sister and I would like to think that they are not malicious booger leavers.

Little girls in bikinis. I just want to ask the parents, "really?" She is going to go through a rebellious stage when she is a teenager and I figure the more clothes she has on when she starts rebelling the better.

Well I feel a little better now that I have that off my chest. Thanks for listening.

France sucks.

Proving what I have known for awhile:

http://www.nbcolympics.com/video/player.html?assetid=0815_hd_swb_hl_l0567&channelcode=sportsw

Is it that time already?

I was unloading groceries from the car and placed Bug on a blanket in the middle of the living room on her back. In the two minutes I was gone, this little stinker had scooted backwards about 4 feet. Off her blanket, off the rug, right onto the wood floor. She is only two months! I don't remember Bear doing this at this point. I have a feeling that she is going to be an early mover. Lord help me.

The other Washington

Pictures of the trip, I will write more later:

The airplane ride:
The Baltimore Aqaurium:

The White House:

The Smithsonian:

The Washington Monument:
The playtime:

The Boat:

The Tomb of the Unknowns:

Passed out at the Tomb:

Two Months

I can't believe that she is already two months. I know that I always say that, but it just goes so stinking fast. We went to the Dr on Wed and found out my dainty looking girl isn't so dainty after all. She is 12lbs 14 oz. and 24 inches long. She is in the 95% in everything. I don't know where she carries it though. She is this skinny little thing, which I am so happy for, I was so afraid to have this huge girl that was as big as her brother. I am happy that she is small looking.
She is finally coming out of her newborn phase. She smiles at me and makes the most adorable sounds while nursing. That is probably my favorite time of the day is nursing her. I put her in that position and she just squeels with delight. As soon as she latches on, her eyes roll back in her head as if in heaven. Now I realize that every baby probably does this but I like to pretend that my milk is just so good, she makes these sounds just for me. :)
She can hold her head up really well too. Of course she came out of me doing that. She loves to sit at my shoulder and just check it all out. I have heard her cry maybe 4 times since she was born. I know of 3 for sure but I am sure there must be another one in there somewhere. She is so mellow. She is almost sleeping through the night. I really could not of asked for a better baby. I just think that she is Gods way of tricking me into having more...