Not to toot my own horn...ok, totally gonna toot it...

We have a dog. When most people see him they say, "that's not a dog, that's a horse!" Yea. Tell me about it. I refer to him as Thor the beast. So far while Isaac's been gone Thor has manage to dig holes, poop everywhere ( I tried to scoop the poop once. I was out there for 3 hours and barely put a dent in it. I never tried again), tear down Isaac's slide, drag the grill off the patio, chew lil Isaac's doors and windows off his house, and ....drum roll please..... chew up the air conditioner wires not once, not twice, but three times! Ugh! The first time it happened my landlord called an air conditioner guy (we have the nicest land lords ever), the second time he fixed it, the third time...wait for it, wait for it.... I DID! I know to some it may be a small feat but to me it is huge! I never fix anything. My sweet hubby talked me through it step by step on skype. But I did go to Lowe's and get the right parts, come home switch off the breakers, put the wires back together, put on the caps, and electrical tape. I do have to say a special thanks to my sisters. They are always there for me and I called them in the morning to literally cry myself through the situation. Here's how the convo went later with Isaac on skype:

He tells me about his good day and what he did. Then he says, "how was your day babe?"

Me: *cue the tears* I woke up and Thor broke through a second chain in 48 hours. He tore up the air conditioner wires again. I am not calling the land lord. I am soooo embarrassed. *hiccup* And he tangled me in his chain and now my legs have scratches, welts, and bruises. *sob*. My legs hurrrrrtttttt and I can't wear a dress to greet you in b.c. they are ugly! *more tears, hiccup* (that was for dramatic effect, my poor husband).

Anywhoo, super exited that I was able to fix it. Not only that I put a board in the way and dragged Isaac's chewed up house to block it if the dog breaks through chain # 3. Tomorrow I am going to get some pepper packets and duct tape them to the outside of the air conditioner unit. My prayer is that God grant me the patience to put up with Thor the beast for just a little while longer.

Top 10 reasons I cut my hair

Not going to lie...I'm going to miss it...but just a little.

1.I told myself when I was preggo with Israel if I lost the baby weight the reward would be a short haircut.

2. My husband requested it.

3. I got tired of Israel using it as a teether

4. I got tired of going to look in the mirror and when gasp in horror when I saw baby food or food we had earlier in the day in my locks.

5. I got tired of slamming it in the door and rolling it up in the windows.

6. I got tired of it getting caught on my purse and diaper bag strap.

7. Whenever I did not have time to air dry it. It took a really long time to blow dry.

8. I've always wanted to donate my hair to Locks of Love.

9. I had a panic attack every time I would hear little Isaac say, " GO DIEGO GO!" that meant my hair was being used as a vine as he jumped from something.

10. It's so windy in Oklahoma that I wore my hair in a ponytail 95% of the time. The 5% it was down was for church and whenever I went to a grown up social event.

Yay! I have a style now :)

Accidents Happen

I love how Isaac and Israel are bonding. Up until this point I would say Isaac wanted Israel to do everything they possibly could do together....then this happened.....

Isaac and Israel took their bath together last night as usual. Usually Israel stays in for about 15-20 min and then I take him out and Isaac plays around for another 10-15 min. As Israel was taking his bath I noticed the "face"....the "poopy face". I tried to scoop him up in time but I failed. I didn't want Isaac to freak out so I said, "Hey, buddy why don't you get out and take a quick shower ok?" Of course he wanted to know why and I had to tell him. I tried to sound really casual like it was no biggie, "baby brother pooped in the tub..." I was interrupted at this point...."WHAT!? ISRAEL RELLY THAT IS GROSS! EWWW! WHY DID YOU DO THAT ISRAEL? WHY?! YOU POOP IN THE TOILET! NOT THE BATHTUB! YOU CAN'T TAKE A BATH WITH ME NO MORE! NO MORE!" I tried my best not to laugh. But it was great to finally get Isaac to take a shower without acting like I had sentenced him to death. They did take a bath together again tonight. But I noticed every few seconds Isaac would lean over and check to make sure Israel was not pooping ha ha

It's just been one of "those"days. Originally I was going to blog/vent about everything bad. Then I remembered a hymn "Count your many blessings". Don't' get me wrong, I'm still going to vent but I'll put a blessing next to it :) But first a random vent....

I HATE It when a civilian ask when Isaac is coming home and then have the audacity to reply, " June!? Well, that's not long at all!" Screw you! If he came home June 1st that's 3 weeks, 22 days, or 528 more hours that I have to be a single parent. You walk a day in my shoes and then tell me that's "not long". Here's what one of my "not so bad" days was like...

12 something am: Isaac wakes up and I assume he had a nightmare b.c. he comes running out of the bedroom. Being the sweet mom I am I pick him up and tell him everything is OK and that I'm there for him. I feel very warm. Not the good kind of warm. Apparently my little guy was just on his way to the bathroom.

*blessing: He didn't pee the bed and I give myself and A for effort

10am : I go to feed Thor. I see he's dug a new hole. He tried to kill me again by jumping on me. He no longer sits for me. I am scared to death he will tangle me in leash and I will have to yell till a neighbor comes and helps me.

*blessing: Isaac can fill in the holes. Thor is just a puppy so hopefully he will calm down. I only have to hate him for 1 more month.

11am: Chocolate chip waffles with Mikki. Yay, for waffles! Israel eats most of my waffle :( Isaac and Nicholas spill their juice boxes...a lot

*blessing: At least my little guy is eating and will put on some pounds for our next Dr. visit. It's pretty easy to clean up juice.

2pm: Rinsing dishes to put in the dishwasher. Isaac screams, "MY MEDAL! MY FAVORITE MEDAL! I CAN'T GET IT OUT!" He stuck it in the only slot in the dishwasher. I can't get one of the screws undone so I guess I will be hand washing dishes till my Husband comes home and gets the stupid thing out.

*blessing: I won't die without a dishwasher. I do know it is a luxury. We will save on our water bill.

2:15pm: I notice it's freakishly quiet in the house. Israel was napping so no issues there....where did Isaac and Nicholas go...they opened the front door and went outside! Not cool.

blessing: I caught them in time and nothing bad happened to them. I learned that we need to get a higher dead bolt.

3pm: Isaac comes to me hugging a picture of his Dad and crying. I have to explain again that Daddy misses him very much, is protecting us from the bad guys, and will be home soon.

blessing: Isaac really will be home soon! :)

5pm: Met up with some friends at Chick-fil-A. Caught Isaac on top of a table. I never wanted to be one of those mom's who didn't know where her kid was at. I seriously thought he was in the play area.

*It wasn't busy so nobody really noticed....i think.

7pm: Isaac hits Nicholas in the head with a rock.

blessing: Nicholas was not hurt. Isaac learned a life lesson...if we throw rocks at our friends and hit them...mom will spank my butt.

8pm: Isaac has a huge meltdown and won't pick up his toys. I carry through with my threat and bag up all the toys that he has not picked up and put them in Isaac's truck till Big Isaac gets home. Meanwhile Isaac locks me in the garage. I bang on the door and he won't let me in.

*blessing: I tricked him by ringing the doorbell. Which to my surprise he didn't answer. Instead he went to the garage to get me to answer the doorbell. Also, he learned the important lesson that we do not lock mommy out of the house!

11pm: Can't find the stupid remote and I can't watch my chick flick on the TV

* I'm going to watch that movie on my laptop now and eat some ice cream. Like the cartoon says...Stressed is Dessert spelled backwards :)

BOYS

WILL
BE

BOYS

What can I say? Every time it rains my little guy ask if he can play in the big mud puddle outside. Every time I say, 'no'. This time I thought, 'what the heck'. He had a blast playing in it, Israel laughed at it, and I enjoyed watching him. The clothes are in the wash and we have some good pictures. Sometimes you just have to really embrace having a boy :)