Israel's 1st Birthday part 2

Here are some picts from Israel's 1st Birthday...grant it they are out of order b.c. I am tired of dealing with the blog today....none the less here they are :)

This was towards the end...good old fashioned shoot out...water gun shoot out that is :)

Most of the party was held in a loft of the barn. There were fun games and for food, brisket sandwhiches, hot dogs, and chips
Party favors: cowboy hats, sheriff badges, squirt guns, and a fruit snack

cake of course! Check out that smile :)

Petting the horses

Since all the pictures are out of sinc...might as well put an explanation at the bottom :)

Israel loves animals and he is full of spunk, so we went with a western/cowboy theme for his party. We did it at Express Clysdales. For all my friends stationed in OK, it's in Yukon and you should check it out :) Thank you to all of our family and friends who came out to celebrate with us! Love you all.

Happy Birthday to Israel Part 1

How on earth is it possible that my sweet Israel is one all ready!? Our tiny bundle of joy that we brought home from the hospital has only brought us more joy with each day. Here's a little bit of what we did on his special day...

Hot dogs and cheetos for lunch?! Yes, please!

Trust me he did not stop with just tasting the icing....
...Told ya:) He had his first cup of milk too and he loved it!

Riding on his Thomas the Train toy

Rellers,

You are such a joy. We are so blessed to have you in our lives. Each day your personality gets bigger and better! You are such a blessing. Love you so much baby boy!

Love,

Mommy

Karen:Ma'am, do you have this dress in the next size up?

Sales lady: Sorry, we only carry sizes 1, 3, & 5. You could try Sears.

LOVE the movie Mean Girls! It makes me laugh so hard. It is one of those "go to" chick flicks. My sisters and I quote it all the time. One of my favorite scenes was when Regina can't fit into a dress at a dress boutique. Notice I used the word "was". Today I went to a dress boutique to try on some dresses for the upcoming Air Force ball. I found a beautiful dress. I was so happy when it zipped up. Then the stupid clasp wouldn't hook. OK, that's an understatement. There was a pretty good size gap. I asked the sales woman if they had a size up. My thinking was it would fit in the chest and I could get the rest of the dress taken in. Her response, " I'm sorry we only carry sizes 4,6, & 8 in that dress." I was torn, should I hang my head in shame or bust out laughing. Of course the sales lady asked to come in the room so she could help me snap it. She made me feel better though when she said that she really had no idea why they even had that dress on the sales floor and she had a very small bust and she couldn't get the dress to snap on her. She said and I quote, " They make the dress to for a woman and the chest size for an 11 year old girl". Ahhhh big sigh of relief on my end ha ha. Totally doing Insanity again though before this dressy shing dig....I want to lose 3 lbs ;)

What was I thinking?!

Isaac's been home all of 2 1/2 weeks and I've gained 3 lbs! Ack! I would love to say it's because I am eating all of my homemade cooking. How I crack myself up sometimes! It's because of Braum's. I've been making the mistake of going into the actual store. Here's how it usually goes in my head.."I only need banana's and milk, I only need banana's and milk. I guess it wouldn't hurt to look at the ice cream...Oooooh chocolate cheesecake! 2 for $6.00! Oooooh chunky chocolate chip coffee. Double chocolate chip cookie dough!" To top it off I pretty much eat them by myself. I must stay away from that place! Of course I need motivation to stop my ice cream addiction. So,I've decided to make it a goal to run a marathon this time next year. I asked my Uncle who has run several races and marathons how to train. Granted he knows I have not ran since Florida...2 years! And he tell's me, "the first week run 3 miles 3 times. The second week 4 miles 1 time and 3 miles 2 times. And so on and so on." Yesterday I ran 3 miles. Today I can't walk without looking like an old woman. Now I am sitting on the couch eating Braum's. It's a vicious, vicious cycle. *sigh*

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