Abby, yet again...

Me: On my computer, sufing the web or ebay, can't remember...

Meme: ***Breathlessly*** "MOMMMMMYYYYYY" running down the stairs. "MMAAAMMMAAA"

Me: ***Calm and Cool*** "Calm down Meme, whats wrong?"

Meme: ***Still Breathlessly, like dieing, I can't breath*** "ABBY" "ABBY"

Me: ***Now a little nervious**** "What did she do?"

Meme: "She cut her hair!"

Me: *** Litterly FLYING from my seat, up the stairs*** "Abby, where are you?"

Abby: ***All innocint, little miss "I never do anything wrong" *** In the bathroom, "What mommy?"

Me: ***In shock*** "What did you do?"

Abby: "I cut my hair"

Me: ***In tears***

Meme: ***Crying histerically, seriously***

Me: "Meme why are you crying? Why are you crying??"

Meme: ***Looking at Abby*** "You were so beautifulllllll" ***Tears streaming down her face***

Abby: ***Tears running down her face*** "I'm sorry Meme"

Me: ***In tears and trying not to laugh***

Pictures anyone??? At the top

Makanah

My Sweet baby is 1 year old now! AHHH where does the time go??? What a doll she is!

Cake Anyone?

We decided to celebrate Arfie and Meme's birthday today just because it is easier to do on the weekend when all the family can get together. Makanah has been running a high fever since she got her shots on Tuesday, so she didn't hardly sleep last night and that means I didn't sleep either. I got up early with her this morning and had to give her a bath just to cool her down. Then we went back to sleep until the other kiddos got up. During that time I slept wrong on my shoulder, so my neck is really sore and my shoulder hurts. Arthur came home at lunch time and brought me coffee ( I know what a sweety). It was during that time I told him that I was going to make goulash for dinner. He gave me that look and was like, I don't really like goulash. OK so this is the first time I've heard that. Then I told him I had to take my truck because I had to go shopping (why do I do this to myself, I'm a retard for taking 5 kids shopping) and to the post office. He was like, you sure you want to do that? Do you really want that for dinner? I said, What do you want to do? He says, I don't care just do what you were going to do. You know the shpiel (it's spelled right I checked). So he kisses me goodbye and I proceed with my afternoon. I got everone packed up, went to Price Chopper, Walmart, The Post Office, got gas, changed a diaper, nursed the baby and walked away unhurt with all 5 kids! I did pretty good. I let Meme pick out her cake and had them write on it. So I got home and the kids were bringing in the groceries. I brought in the cake and set it on the counter. Arthur and I talk a little about what he and I had done. Then he looked at the cake and says "Chocolate! You know I hate chocolate!" Ya know, I just lost it. I was tired of the complaining and ticked he didn't want what I was going to make for dinner or the cake I bought, when I was proud of myself!!! So do you know what I did? I took that stinking cake and threw it right at him! There I said, now we won't have chocolate cake. We have been married for 12 years and I never threw anything at him, well today he pissed me off! I can only take so much complaining. So we argued for a little bit and then it was a mad dash to get a new cake because my family was coming over to have dinner and cake! Arthur took Meme and sped to Walmart, I cleaned the house a little and put the groceries away. He brought me a card home that said I love you and I have yet to tell him I'm sorry...I am sorry. So as I was making dinner Dan and LeAnn got here. I went out to get the clothes off the line and smelled gas, I asked Dan to see if our tank was leaking and it was so he had to shut off the gas and I called the propane company, they are coming tomorrow. So no using my stove. Well, Arthur didn't have to eat that awful goulash, we ordered Hubies insted. After dinner I lit the candle on the cake and we were singing (I was holdiing the cake for Meme) , as the song ended I moved a little to my left and Jake was standing right there, wouldn't you know but that stupid cake went flying, lit candle and all right onto Jakes legs and the floor. I just sat on the floor looking at the mess. I didn't know if I was going to cry or laugh and I didn't know what anyone elses reaction was going to be. Everyone burst out laughing, I told them how I threw the other one and now I had ruined the second one too. Can you say 40$ on the floor??? I laughed. We were not meant to have cake today, well at least not the frosting. By the way it sure felt awesome to throw that cake and I'm not sad about the money lost.

*Sigh* Abby

Everyone knows I am way to busy to wear Mascara. Once in a while when I need a pick me up I will dig out my little make-up bag under the sink with my 50 year old make-up in it. Yes, it really is close to 50 years old, I can't remember the last time that I bought make-up. It literally has to be dug out so I have no idea how this could have happened but only Abby. Seriously that child is really teaching me patence. And God Laughs..... I was diligently working, well ok, playing on my computer when Meme came running, "Abby, Abby, Mommy come quick" she was shouting. Ofcourse, I don't panic, I calmly ask whats wrong. She was just catching her breathe when Abby comes sauntering down the stairs and I notice, She is wearing mascara. I totally can't keep a straight face, I mean, how on earth am I supposed to be mad at her? Its just like the time she thought my pads were stickers, but that is another story. So I just laugh and laugh and finally take pictures. This is what I saw...

I'm ADDICTED, I mean really how many cloth diapers does it take to cover a babies butt??? I am totally obsessed!!! I have multiple Bumgenius (oh around 20+), and some new ones hidden (special Easter colors ya know) a few odds and ends and then the love of my life Goodmamas! I own a bunch of them, stalk the goodmama site, trade diapers and wish I had some of the hard to find prints. I am so insane, who takes pictures of their favorite dipes? Me. Who takes pictures of their diapers hanging on the clothes line? Me. Who takes pictures of their child just because they have a cute diaper on their butt? Me. And further more who pays high prices for a stupid diaper because they like the print? ME ME ME! ***Sigh*** Hello, My name is Melissa and I'm addicted to buying cute diapers and putting them on my baby's butt. Now here are some pictures for you...

My hidden ones...shhhh

Drying on the line, whoo-hoo



And my most expensive diaper, no I'm not tell how much I spent on it, yes Arthur knows, LOL

Funny Funny!

Little Abby is my "Devil child", she is always getting into trouble. She is terribly mischevious! The other day everyone was out enjoying this awesome NY weather we just had and I counted heads (as I frequently do these days). Abby was missing. I don't get to worried, I'm not usually one of those moms that goes into a panic right away, so I asked Meme where Abby was. She started looking down the back hill and I started calling her. When Meme didn't find her, I walked inside and went to the bathroom. Then I asked Ariel, who was in her room, if she knew where Abby was. She said yes Abby was in her room. We took a quick look in the girls room but no Abby. Ariel was sure she was there a minute ago, now I was getting a little nervious. Ariel then proceeded to tell me that Abby had come into there room carrying a 5lb bag of shredded cheese and hid it under her pillow. Sure enough Ariel pulled out the bag of cheese and handed it to me. I walked out of the room, in search of my missing child, and checked in my room. Guess who was hiding in there. Yup, Abby. The little mischevious grin on her face....

I'm 30 a mom of 5 and now I find out, hhmmm

Well once again, Thanks Amber.
Here is a copy of the email I sent to everyone:

Hello, My friends.
Please don't think I have lost it...yet anyway. I kind of stumbled acrossed this information this week. I am asking you all as Christians to read it and ponder on it. I used BCP for a few months when I was 16 and when I got pregnant with Abby (God is laughing). But I never took the time to research it. I thought and was told that it kept a woman from ovulating however I am now finding out that this is not always the case. Please read the information that I am sending you. And yes I know this man doesn't use the KJV. Take time to look up the verses he gives. This matter now saddens me. I hope that by being informed Christians we can make good choices in our lives and those of us that are past the conception age can pass on knowledge to the younger generation.
Love in Christ
Melissa

I will post the links rather then the whole book here
http://www.epm.org/media-files/pdf/bcpill.pdf

Not for the faint of heart

This is not for the faint of heart. As I start to write this many memories come flooding back. I feel the need to write this momory down, maybe I will get some peace.

All I feel about that time is sadness, extreme sadness. I woke up to a warm room and dim sunshine coming thought my window. It was time to get up, get dressed and greet the cold to care for the animals. What am I going to wear? Man its going to be cold out, I better dress really warm. Are there no matching gloves? I guess I will put socks over my hands. I have poop patrol today, lucky David gets to feed and water. It really looks cold out, I guess I better get going. Steping out into the fridged are.... BBBRRRR, the wind is coming right through my coat and sock gloves. Here's the bucket and the pitch fork. Empty, worthless thoughts running through my head. Whats that? What the heck? Oh, no Tora has her paw caught! Running, somethings not right. Oh I can't get it out! "David, come quick....Help me, I can't get her paw out!!!" David has to KICK her paw to get it un-stuck, its terribly swollen. "Lets get her into the house, her foot seams to be frozen solid." In the house she warms up and the paw continues to swell. "What do we do mom?" goes un-answered. Again "What sould we do, can we wrap it?" The paw starts to crack open, like skin tearing. "Take her to the barn and tie her there", we are instructed. I'm going to throw-up. We take her out and tie her, crying. Hot tears running down our young cheeks. Leaving her there but we don't know why. We go to feed her later that day. ***I'm crying now*** She has chewed her paw and foot off! I am so sick, I am freaking out... running to the house. "MOM, MOM...." more tears, my heart is going to beat out of my chest, I am struggling to stay on my feet, running fast in the snow. "MOM, what do we do, mom!!!" "Take her far up back into the woods and tie her to a tree, David." "But mom...", "Take her now." David brings her up deep into the back woods and ties her to a tree, tons of tears, fears, heartbreak. It cannot be bore with such little hearts. Returning home, the house is silent, even silent tears. Hours later...What is that? A scratching at the door.... Tora she has chewed her tie and returned home with only 3 paws, how is she serviving. "Can't we please take her to the vet...please" "There is nothing that can be done now, take this chain and go tie her back in the woods, she can't chew a chain" Oh Lord, help, please help. I can't bear the pain. She is taken back out and chained in the cold dark woods, lonely, so lonely, loyal, man's best friend betrayed by her family. Tied with LITTLE HANDS and left to die by LITTLE INNOCENT HEARTS, throbbing in pain. She dies.

I am plagged by this memory, Father, forgive me, I was only a child instructed by a cold hardhearted adult.

"Stolen Christmas Tree"
It was Black Friday and we always get our tree on Black Friday, so we followed suit as we had for so many years. We found this new place to get a tree (it was cheaper) so we figured we would get our tree there. We let the kids pick it out. It was a large tree that had to be "topped". Arthur cut it down and we all drug it back to the truck, paid for it and brought our new found love home. As we were setting it up we realized there was something wrong. The base of the tree was very small. As we screwed the screws in, they barely touched the tree trunk and the tree fell over. We decided to buy another tree rather then try to figure out a way to fix that one. Off we went to find another tree, in the dark mind you. Before we left, I put the first tree out, proped up against our mailbox with a big sign on it. The sign said "Fresh Cut Tree 20$". We left, found a new tree and came home. When we got home I noticed that the tree was gone. Yay, I thought, we at least recovered some of our money. I figured that someone took the tree and left the money in the door or mailbox. Well, Nothing, Nada! There was no money anywhere. I was baffled, but it was apparent, someone had stolen our tree. The tree was gone along with the sign that was tied around it.

So, this is once again AMBER'S fault, LOL. After reading her blog I thought how many things have happened to me and what a laugh or cry, it would be to tell about them. So here we are.