Overheard at Macaroni Grill....

My mom: "Garrett, you love me don't you?"

Garrett: "No, I just love your pasta"

I think we may be written out of the will

no more pictures

So I can't update with pictures. I have misplaced my camera. Again. I have looked in all the usual places and the only thing I can come up with is that I am terribly disorganized and my kids have probably lost it. In the process of looking for it I have been made to go through all the baby clothes and toys that were being saved for the grandkids. We made a charitable contribution of 8 garbage bags (not kitchen bags, the big black ones) to the DI. It was a little traumatic but new shelves were built (thank you Jeff) and now I can go out and buy new stuff to put on them....hahaha. Just kidding because my new budget doesn't allow that.

In other new:

Garrett is had a terrible ashtma attack last night and I thought he'd be put in the hospital (turns out it was secondary to a virus so now he is on steroids) and it really wasn't that bad of an attack but it happened between the hours of 10pm and 4am and I am never lucid during those hours.

Abby got her math homework done in less than 45 minutes tonight (thats a record)

and Emily wants to go to a cheerleading class so she can perform at halftime

if any of you have seen Emily dance you will know why I fear for her.

Jeff and Jodi + 7

Best news ever....my new nephew, Oliver was hatched. I, however am living in a circus house because I'm watching her 3 children plus the birth moms 2 year old.

I will post some pictures later of the fun and games.

I don't know how people with large families do this.

If it weren't for Monica, Jeff, and my sweet mother I'd be institutionalized.

If my tubes weren't tied already I'd be having surgery next week.

Garrett Benjamin Jones is 6!

Okay, I'm a little late on posting this...cut me some slack, I've had Christmas and I was sooo busy trying to please every person so my house and my emotions were a'shambles. Sigh. Welcome to Martyrdom.... So, on with the post!!!

This is Garretts fabulous classroom celebrating him. Some may know that he's not a real big candy guy so when I asked him what he wanted to bring for a treat he said....pizza. They loved it!

And this is his party day. We decided to go see Santa vs. the Snowman at the Clark Planetarium. Now, any sane mother would know that with this many kids you'd need someone really good with them...so we invited Ms. Patten to go (actually it was her suggestion, she LOVES my gilly boy). I also figured that it would be a great party favor to have them party with their teacher (most of the kids were from Gillys class). Let me just say one thing about Jacqui Patten: she is an angel from heaven. I couldn't have done it without her. The most handsome 6 year old. I love this kid! There is no other like him, he opens doors for me, he tells me that I'm beautiful, he says he likes my cooking second best after my mothers and Jeff's moms potatoes and rolls (which would make me third favorite but, hey, he was 5 at the time), and he squishes my heart. His Birthday cake

(have you ever tried to find a dinosaur cake 5 days before Christmas and your rushing around because you forgot to order one? I don't recommend it. But I found one. At Smiths, or was it Target? Anyway, it had a Dino looking thing on it so that works).Our gift came on Sunday, his actual Birthday. Friday was his class party, Saturday was his friend party. Monday I was seeking tranquilizers. (just kidding)

Jeff showing him how to hold the clubs fit for a midget.
(we bought these before the Tiger scandal, not that it would have made a difference in getting them but I maybe could have got a discount).

You should see him carrying them around...they have these backpack straps on them so he can carry them when they go to the country club.

Please stop growing up Gill.

I love you, no matter what.

Emily and Strep

So we are on day 17 of Strep.

Day 17? you say.

Yes, day 17.

17 days ago Emily was diagnosed with Strep.

After a few doses of abx (thats antibiotics for my non medical peeps) she felt much better but we finished her meds.

After 5 days in Idaho she returned, went to her riding lesson, and claimed a sore throat.

I thought she was faking to get out of church.

(hmmmm.....she must get that from Jeff)

Nope, not faking...its Strep again which means....a tonsillectomy is in her future! (please don't tell her that, we won't mention that until she's on the operating table getting pumped full of drugs)

On a side note....she hasn't showered since she LEFT for Idaho so I had to get her into the bathtub. It wasn't working out so well so I told her she could take Peanut in with her. That worked but I kinda feel bad for that hamster. I don't know, maybe he'll get pneumonia.

Poor guy.

Might find a spot next to the dead mouse I found next to the garbage can this morning.

Not the garbage can outside either.

Please, Lawd, take these varmints away!