Babies and springtime.

I feel like I've been an exceptionally lame blogger lately. We got back from Vegas yesterday (Go Cougs!) and the girls have come down with some of the nasty junk going around so I'm mush brain. But even before the weekend, I'm just having major bloggers block. I'm just off my game, can't explain it. I have the beginnings of several blog posts in my files that have amounted to absolutely nothing. So when I'm a weak blogger, the safe place I go to is pictures of babies. I think it's a safe move. See what I mean though? So far this post has been really lame. I don't blame you if you never come back. And if you talk crap about me behind my back.

Last week we had a playdate here with some cousins at our place. And by playdate I mean a date for moms to lay around catching up on family gossip. We like to pretend they're for the babies. Indeed we do.

Oh Corbin...Corbin, Corbin, Corbin. Becky and Corbin actually came and had a slumber party the previous night so we had the chance to go an extended photo shoot with Corbin J. After every shot, he'd immediately change facial expression and wait for the next. Such a ham.

And just look at those arms... they make me want to scream. People pay good money to have reconstructive surgery just to have that crease on the wrist... he doesn't even know how blessed he is.

Scarlett wishes she had it.

Here's Scarlett at 3 days old and Corbin at 10 days. I had high hopes of her being the "chubby baby" of them. The future seemed bright.

But alas, it just wasn't in the cards. She looks like a little pixie next to him at 10 months. And now I have to stop looking at her newborn pics... I will go get myself pregnant again immediately if I don't. Toooooo much. Perfect little cherub.

These 3 additions to the fam all came within 8 weeks of each other.

They were disagreeing about politics...

Josh and mama Wendy. Josh is her FOURTH. You'd never know it. Doesn't she look 15? Not even old enough to date and has 4 kiddies. What a life. (I'm sad we didn't get more of Josh! You have to come spend the night next time too Wendy. And we're making you watch Bachelor).

Another little something... I was putting Scarlett down for her nap when I came out to this:

innocent little Lucy squeegeeing the shower floor... until I looked closer and saw the half pound of pumpkin spice shower gel dumped on her head.

Like any wrong...not as pleasant as she had imagined it being... but the greesy mullet look might be something she could pull off.

Another fun thing happening at our house... Scarlett thinks a good place to stash food once she's full is on the back of her head. Outta sight, outta mind.

Oh, and we've been peeing our pants because of the sunny weather lately. It's a good peeing of the pants though. Peein' your pants is cool.

Lucy loving life...

Scarlett not so sure. She's just a rookie.

I can't see an ounce of snow anywhere anymore in my yard. And it makes me genuinely happy.

I am in denial that this baby will turn one already at the end of next month. She is walking along everything she can and is going down stairs already on her tummy. So far she takes after her mother... laughing and crying simultaneously. My hubby can attest to that.

Sounds about right.

Once there was a snow midget

Judging by my dreams last night, I'd think I was pregnant. I'm not. But yes, weird and oh so vivid dreams. Do you know these guys? I do. Jemaine and Bret, Flight of the Conchords. We're best friends in my dreams.

They were over at my house except it wasn't this house, but they were over with a few very random other friends of mine. We were all talking and laughing and eating the delicious hors d'œuvres I had prepared. I was kinda like Mel on the show, but I wasn't lusting after them and they wanted to hang out with me. I was particularly funny in my dream, everyone was laughing so hard at everything I said... kinda like that dream scene from dumb and dumber when Lloyd throws peanuts in his face... I may or may not have thrown a cup of peanuts into my face as well.

Then the party left to go down to the lake and I was going to meet up with them there and once everyone had left and I was getting into my car a cop car pulled up and a real jack of a cop got out and was telling me my neighbors had been calling and complaining because of the ruckus. And I was like Oh come on man! Cut some young hipsters some slack!! Know what I'm sayin'? (my subconscious is in denial that I am now actually the frumpy person who would be complaining... especially if it was keeping my kids up...) Then he insisted on having a look around and once we were inside he tried to put the moves on me. Creep.

I was telling him he needed to get out when I heard a baby crying. And I was thinking What's a baby doing here? I live a wild life with no responsibility! Then realized it was my Scarlett, in real life. At 3:30 AM. Comforted baby, made sure she was snoozing again peacefully, and collapsed back into bed... and immediately had another dream that my ex-boyfriend came to my house with 2 little kids claiming that I was the mother and that he was sorry he didn't tell me earlier but he didn't want to make me feel obligated to stay with him but now times had gotten tough and he needed the child support and thought I had a right to know. Nooo... How can I be the mother?!? I was so nervous to have to tell my husband about these children from a previous relationship that I knew nothing about... and that Scarlett and Lucy were about to meet unknown siblings... nevermind the fact that I would have had to be pregnant for 9 months and birth them without any knowledge that they existed. The impossibility of it never even entered into my mind.

Phew. I woke up this morning glad to know I didn't have any illegitimate children out there. But sad I wasn't best friends with Jemaine and Bret. I'll be thinking about how much fun we had for at least a couple of weeks now. Miss those guys.

Moving on: Lucy and I made her first snowman last week when we got hit with that flash blizzard. The snow is mostly all melted away thank goodness. And in actuality, it was more like a snow midget. And I think it might be a little old woman instead of a man. So we named her Gertie, after my grandmother. My nana wore sunglasses just like these.

As we were making the bigger snowballs for her body... I was packing the snow and Lucy was trying to follow mom's lead, but what ended up happening was Lucy basically sucker punching poor Gertie over and over again. We had to start over several times, hence Gert's size. I had a flush of embarrassment when I realized what I must have sounded like if by chance any of the neighbors had their windows open... Not like that Lucy... not so hard! Gentle! No!! Let mommy do it! It even got to the point that I had to push her down in the snow a few times and give her a good white washing. That's the only way 2 year olds learn.

In reality I just had to reign in the control freak perfectionist part of me (it's not a very large part of my personality... come to my house and you will see that a perfectionist does not run this home) and not care so much. I don't want her to hate building snowmen and having trauma about it when she's older. I was a little comforted when I was talking to my sister about it and she said that whenever little Leah asks her to color in a coloring book with her, she ends up shoving her off and saying, Forget it Leah! Mommy's coloring this page! You're ruining it!! Sometimes you really have to do that so you can display your pretty coloring on the fridge for guests to see. And so your husband knows you can stay within the lines. It's important, people.

She was positively thrilled with Gertie nonetheless.

The only problem was that we couldn't find anything for her mouth so I drew it on with a red marker. Which made for something creepy and hannibal lecterish only a mere 2 hours later.

Plus, her nose made of a clump of frozen dirt that I thought was a rock. In no time it had crumbled into flecks.

Which now reminds me of a Deep Thought by Jack Handy:

"He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. Later as his hanging, he told the others, 'I'll be waiting for you in heaven-- with a gun'."

Oh well. We almost loved you that much, Gert. You looked good out there. Like you really belonged.

And a few more from that afternoon. Scarlett feels self-conscious when I pull her hair into the single pony on top because she says it makes it draws attention to her receding hair line and it ages her a lot. I tell her she's being ridiculous when she says that and that she's beautiful just the way she is. She even told me I couldn't post this pic on the blog. So don't tell her I did.

Scrumptious sissy doodles.