Pictures and more pictures

Sweet baby girl

My 2 bed bugs

4 weeks



Daddy's Lucky Charm

and what happens to Brier when momma's hands are full

Momma's blue eyed girl

Baylor laughing at her daddy, sorry I forgot to rotate this one and the last one


a hand full (I like how they are both looking at Dusty)


and my little burrito ready for bed, she really does like to sleep like this. I know how dorky the hospital hats are I even took my own hats to the hospital so she wouldn't have to wear these in the nursery, but she likes this one and I'll do whatever to get some sleep.

Prayer Request
I do not know this couple I found their blog through a friends blog. There are literally thousands of people praying for this couple because of the blogging world so I will do my part to add a few more people because heaven knows they need them right now. They lost their sweet 3 mo old daughter this week of SIDs, so as you read their blog and marvel at this little girls beauty please keep them in your prayers.
http://www.babylillyspad.blogspot.com/

http://www.lillyinspirations.blogspot.com/

I could go on and on about the fear as a parent you have that this might happen but instead I will take a moment to say a prayer.

UPDATE:

It is now midnight and I'm still on this silly computer the house is finally quite and it seems that I am the one who is getting my nights and days mixed up, silly I know, and the time change hasn't helped so anyway, here is an update on what I did today.

My accomplishments today consist of calming a baby, feeding a baby, changing a babies diaper, feeding a two year old, changing a two year old diaper, watching a two year old play outside, watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse 4 times, putting a two year old down for a nap hoping he will stay asleep (which he didn't) and putting down a baby hoping she will stay asleep.

I know that someday my dishwasher will get unloaded and my laundry will get folded, I am just not sure that today is that day.

At times like this when it seems that nothing gets done besides my kids this poem always comes to my mind:

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow. For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So quiet down, cobwebs! Dust, go to sleep! I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep!

I now shed a hormonal, sleepy tear and thank God for my two little blessings.