Momma Skittles

I manged to clean my entire bedroom, do six loads of laundry, clean my bathroom, clean the entire kitchen (including wiping down the entire stove), and folded (and put away!!) all the kids clothes.

Charles cleaned Tanner’s room.  Not too impressed over here.

My 6 month old little girl has decided to skip infanthood and jump right into toddler life. I hate to brag (really I do) but I am so proud and astonished at my little girl!!

Last saturday she learned how to crawl. No more army crawling for this little Diva. Nope. She thought “I’ve had enough” and started to crawl. Of course I spread the word like wildfire because..well, I am a proud momma!  Then yesterday she learned all on her own how to go from a crawling position to a completely upright, unassisted sitting position.

Today, she had another tooth come in.

Go Ambree!

Things have wavered between extremely hectic and so boring I’ve resorted to plucking my own eyebrows. Geez. 

My brother is in town. He joined the Army a few years back and was stationed in Alaska. He is here now for a few short weeks where he will then go back to California (I believe) and then onwards to Iraq. We are a little scared for him, extremely proud, and a little nervous. My mom is especially worried with good reason. It’s a war zone. It isn’t an extended vacation though there should be lots of sun.

My niece turns 5 today. (Happy Birthday!)  This begins more milestones for us today. Three months from now my baby boy will also be 5. People say it all the time and, although repetitive ad nauseum, I will say it again: Where does the time go?  It doesn’t seem like he could possible be almost five years old. Five is the ripe age of school. That’s one milestone I am both excited and terrified of. Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on who you ask) he doesn’t get to go to Kindergarten until he is almost six years old because of his birthdate. That’s fine by me!

School begins for me on August 25th and I am a ball of nerves. Part of me wishes summer would just whiz by me, but the scared part of me wishes I could turn back the clocks. I think I am ready. I think I can handle it. I’m just nervous about screwing something up big time. Ugh.

has joined the ranks of the sleeping-on-the-couch-because-my-wife-hates-me group. I’m sure it wasn’t intentional but he annoyed me to the brink of insanity today.

He left me without any caffiene.

Does he not understand the importance of this tiny little drug? (I use the term drug because I am addicted, it makes my day better, and well, because it’s the only “drug” I can do without getting my ass kicked out of school)

I was forced to take an energy shot just to calm the inflamed nerve endings in my brain that are slowly dying from Pepsi starvation.

He is so on the couch tonight.