New stuff

I finally updated my picture of the kids for the blog...it's been what 6 months?  Oops!  It's just really hard to get all the kids together without hair sticking straight up (you know I'm talking about Brendan) and without some kind of food on their mouths or crying faces (or Brendan looking jealously at Annaliese instead of smiling at the camera).  I also updated my songs, again.  I love some of Reba's songs but "My seeeester" gets on my nerves after awhile.  So love songs...I thought Bebo Norman has such soothing sounding vocals and the words are so full of love for God.  So I thought all Bebo this month.  I did slip in a Jeremy Camp song...that's for Craig.  I don't really care for Jeremy Camp he's just too rock for me, although I do like his lyrics.

Annaliese is 9 months old in this picture on the heading and is whiney today.  She is cruising on the sofa, the chairs, the walls, the window ledges, and our shins.  She wants to walk on her sweet chubby legs.  I get such a kick out of watching her stand on those chunky legs and flat chubby feet.  Goodness babies are so precious.  They are also alot of work.  Trying to get a diaper on this squirmy and exceptionally determined little niblet (as Craig has endearingly nicknamed) is not fun.  Just picture her without a diaper on but a shirt crawling away from me as fast as she can while I have a smear of that white thick diaper ointment on my fingers and a diaper.  I am crawling after her while trying not to get the diaper cream on the carpet or her clothes or my clothes (because that stuff is like mortar and doesn't come off anything, although when in my nails looks like a nice french manicure) and when I finally get hold of her I hold her belly and her legs are still in crawling mode (she looks like the flinstones in their bottomless cars and feet moving it along) screaming because I am holding her back from some fun item she wants to put in her mouth or pick apart with her little pincer grasp.  It's amazing I get the diaper on right and it's amazing we haven't had more accidents more serious than zinc oxide on the carpet.

Well, Trinity is reading Martha Washington to me and Brendan is getting bored and starting to bother her while she reads.  Annaliese is still taking her nap.  Let's hope she is more like her big sister who liked sleep and not like her big brother who (like me) can survive on practically no sleep.  And pray for my sanity.  Why is it that after a trip to spend the night at their grandparents I dream of having another "niblet"?  I need a hobby Craig has told me...one that does not require having more niblets.  I think he's right.