Lowes' Shoppers

And how could I forget how helpful the boys were when we picked out crown moulding?!  They helped so much that it took 2 days for Andy to figure out we had purchased 2 different patterns.  Andy's favorite phrase regarding the boys comes to mind: "They're trouble.  Nothin' but trouble."  I second that!

Master Bedroom Remodel: Check!

After pretty much 2 years of working on our master bedroom, it's finally complete.  We had it at an ok point a year or so ago, but then it took the past month to clean it up from a year of dishevelment and clutter.  Andy expertly installed crown moulding, and voila! it is done being remodeled.  Of course, I always have ideas of things to add, but the budget and our to-do list dictate we are done with this room for a while.  It is elegant and peaceful and a lovely place to relax and escape (no toys allowed!).  No wonder South Paw spends 16+ hours a day in here!

Dinner of Champions

Whew, I am really feeling all the aches, pains, and exhaustion of being in my 3rd trimester today!  It was a typical busy day of hustling to preschool, cleaning house, picking up Aiden & 1 of his classmates, struggling with the boys for almost 2 hours before they finally succumbed to naps in the same room.  Then I spent over an hour preparing for a family dinner/errand outing (including, but not limited to: boys' snacks and drinks in the car & jackets set out), only to find out from Andy on his way home that he was coming home to bed sick.  Now what?  It's raining, I'm exhausted, and staring at the last chicken breast and my marinade box was doing nothing for me.  So I put on my thinking cap, surfed the net, and came up with an amazing dinner, inciting "yays!" from the 2 and 4 year old crowd: homemade pancakes, bacon and mandarin orange smoothies!

Oh yes, it was a rare no-whine dinner!  Then it was off to the bathtub to wash all the syrup off.  I took the liberty of a self/belly shot.  Not the most glamorous I've ever looked, but hey, it is what it is!

And now from the newly-remodeled master bedroom, with South Paw snoring on my lap and my chocolate pudding cup within reach, I bid you good-night, as silence has finally fallen from the cowboy room and my stuffed-animal throwing/poo-poo joking/opening of curtains interference is no longer needed.