Our little stinkers

I just wanted to say how much I love these little stinkers.


They sure get into a lot of mischief, but I can't help but love them.


I'll have more pictures to add once I figure out why my computer hates our pictures.

How random can you get?

Here's a quick update on the last month in pictures:

We had a great Christmas. Here you see Mary, Joseph, Baby Jesus, and the cow. I played the part of angel/shepherd/wise man/donkey. You see now why I didn't take a picture with me in it. My costume would have been very confusing.


The kids LOVED their Christmas presents. This is Allison saying, "Thank you Grandma!!!! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my new clothes."


Santa Claus lined up all of the Allison's stuffed animals so that they could watch the kids open their presents. Lindsay sort of blends right in, doesn't she?


Allison was badly in need of a makeover before Christmas. This is before:


This is the after.


Lindsay enjoyed hanging out with her dad for Christmas.


Here is my brain spewing some thoughts that I've been thinking on lately:

I smell like maple syrup. I've been taking a supplement lately that makes me smell like maple. So if you have a sudden craving for pancakes when you are around me, you'll know why.

Recently Allison has been fascinated by baptism. We've had many a baptism of her toys in the tub, but I had to put my foot down when she wanted to baptize Lindsay.

Steve and I had a really fun date a little while ago. We would like to have an international night about once a month. This month was Cuban night. We dropped the kids off at a friends house and made dinner together. We had this yummy Cuban black bean soup and picadillo empanadas. We had SO much fun.

Allison told me the other night that she wanted to go to Kentucky. How did she learn about Kentucky, you ask? Beats me. But I think that she may have somehow picked up the strange idea that the My Little Ponies live in Kentucky. Anyway, if someone knows a good horse farm we can visit in Kentucky, we're ready for a field trip.

Okay, that's enough randomness for today.

It's in His Genes

Just as I dragged my sorry behind out of bed Thursday morning I heard someone fumbling with the front door lock. After having a small panic attack because I thought someone was breaking into the house, I realized it was Steve. He walked into the room, he pulled back his white coat and pointed at his pants. They were SOAKING wet. It looked like someone had dumped a bucket of water on his lap.

Apparently, he finished doing his business in the bathroom at work and flushed the toilet. The toilet then decided Steve's deposit was more than it could handle and regurgitated back at him. Yep, the Gammon intestines strike again. Someone really does need to invent a pocket plunger for my digestive system-challenged family.

After the toilet attacked him, Steve ran away (probably swearing at his forebears). He put his white coat on over his scrubs (it comes down almost to his knees) and walked straight out of the hospital and to the car. Luckily, he had time to come home and switch clothes.

Poor guy. (Snicker, snicker.)

An Explanation

I know I haven't posted in several weeks. I know, I'm sorry, but I just couldn't do it. Shortly after my last post I reached a breaking point in my sanity. I found myself faced with a few options. I could either 1) shave my head in a public place like a certain celebrity who has received a lot of press lately or I could 2) check myself into emotional rehab.

The rehab option seemed like a lot healthier option to me. So the last few weeks I have just been trying to get by. Luckily for me, I have good people who love me and have been taking good care of me. My sister flew in from Utah to provide some support, and Steve has really stepped up and helped out a lot.

I've been spending a lot of time reflecting and I finally feel like I am on the road to recovery. Life is getting better, and I am able to function a little better each day. I am so glad that I am surrounded by people who care about me and I am so grateful for a Heavenly Father who loves me enough to slap me up the side of my head occasionally. Because sometimes I need that, even though it hurts.

I promise there will be less whining and more pictures in a few days.