Merry Christmas!

May the coming year look a little more like this:

And a little less like this:

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

To: Everyone, From: T

We flew to Arizona on Wednesday and T spent the next night throwing up 10 or 11 times. (You can count on one hand the hours of sleep I got that night.)
We're thinking it's because she thought it was a good joke to lick the airplane seats.
And as her Christmas present to everyone, she gave them all her illness - so far 6 out of the 11 of us have gotten sick. I'm still standing, but who knows for how long.
Wish me luck.

Sheets: A Rant

The absolute number one argument in our house by far is how to arrange the sheets on our bed.
BY FAR.

I like them tucked in, straight as a pin, all the top and side edges matching up exactly, and I do not move at night. The sheets (when I'm alone) look exactly the same in the morning save for a slight rise in the blanket where I was laying.

Seth, on the other hand, tosses and turns all night. He has the odd quirk of only rolling in one direction - away from me. Thus I end up with no sheets. He pulls the top sheet out farther than the rest of the blankets and bunches it up over the top. He refuses to have anything tucked in anywhere. And he does most of this because his number one issue with the sheets is that he cannot have any pressure on his toes.
Seriously. The weight of the blanket hanging off the end of the bed is too much for him. So he kicks it all up and ruins everything.

I have been threatening to buy separate sheets - and on my most irritated nights, separate beds - since the day we got married.

Seth just tells me to buy wooden clogs for him to sleep in, but I just know I will get kicked with those things.

I think I have finally found the solution, however, and I'm so excited that such a thing exists I had to write a whole blog post about it.
Check it out:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am about 90% sure I will be buying this.

H: 10.5 Months

On the 25th of every month I plan to sit down and write a few words about H but somehow it never happens. Mostly because I am busy, but also a tiny bit because every time I did try to take some monthly pictures, this happened:

If she ain't moving, she ain't happy.
So here is a way past due update for my poor neglected 2nd child.

She climbs on everything, hates getting dressed, loves to "dance" and is starting to walk more than crawl.
She just learned how to wave and clap her hands and does so with vigor.
She is freakishly strong. Wrestling matches, morning and night, trying to get that kid changed.

She wants to do whatever T is doing.

She does not like having her routine messed up, so if we come to visit you, please know that she is not normally so fussy/whiny/annoying.

She loves being outside, looking out the window, and destroying the blinds if they're not pulled up enough. She will throw a tantrum if you shut the door on her, even if you're just moving her from the car to inside the house.

She is always hungry and will eat pretty much everything, except carrots and potatoes (oddly enough.) If you're in the kitchen, H is in the kitchen too. And fussing for food.

She has 4 teeth and takes 2 naps a day.

Her tongue is hanging out of her mouth 80% of the day. It means she's excited.

If I had to pick one word to describe H it would be: sunshine.

Or spaz. Both sum her up pretty perfectly.
I mean, she eats dirt for crying out loud.

We love her.

Bubble Bath

We broke out the bubbles for bath time the other night.
It's cheap stuff from Walmart so they don't especially create the best or biggest bubbles, but since it was intended for 2 year olds, I really did not care.

Seth, however, did care.
He cared enough to go get an air pump (one he cannibalized from an old air mattress set, the little hoarder), set it all up, and spend several minutes trying to amplify the bubbles to be bigger and better.

So file this under: Ways My Engineering Husband and I Are Complete Opposites.

Play House

Grammy and Pappy brought the girls a present - a play house.

And it is the BOMB.

T loves it so much she asks to sleep in it (a privilege only extended on Friday nights but one she does not forget to remind us of.) Sometimes she'll sneak in there during quiet time to take naps.
H literally goes crazy with excitement when she plays in it. She flings herself around in a frenzy while giggling to herself. And yes, she has hurt herself a few times while doing this.

And of course my third child, Seth, also finds it lots of fun.

Thanks Grammy and Pappy!