Happy Birthday Papa and more

Me, Kim, and Kelly... not shabby seats:)
Rain delay
This is Abby's perch. She watches tv and looks out side.
One day she is going to figure out how to get out of the house through this window!


Happy Birthday Dad! Yesterday was my Dad's birthday and we had a bbq with friends and family. My Dad enjoyed himself and Ruby was so excited about the cake. I love you Dad! Thank you for being such an awesome Papa to our girls! They sure do love you!

Friday night we went to the San Diego Padres game. The seats were awesome, especially because it rained and we were under cover. Thanks Uncle Dave for the tickets... we owe you!

My dear friend Kim has a terrible back!!! She was in so much pain that she had tears in her eyes. I'm not kidding when I say that she is the toughest person I know. I met her at the park on Sunday morning and she could hardly move. We packed up the kids, went to her parents house, and her dad took her to urgent care while Kelly and I watched the kids. After checking in, they told her it would be a 3 hour wait, she headed to my house to get some vicoden (sp?) to relieve her pain. The best part of the day was when her dad called her mom who was in Colorado to ask her how to turn on the dishwasher... come on Bud! That was hilarious. He said "what??? It's brand new!". Yeah Bud, about a year ago it was brand new:))) You got to love men, and you know I love you Bud, but that was way too funny!

I love Abby! She cracks me up with her goofy personality. I have to really get use to her strong personality, though, and remember that she is just a baby, not a three year old. Her new thing is climbing: on the couch, the coffee table, the picnic bench, the window sill - anything she can swing her chubby leg up and catch her foot on! If she can't get up something, she gets p-oed and through a little hissy fit. She puffs out her chest, pounds the floor, yells. Come on, you are 14 months old. At the park this weekend she fell off the playground, landed on her butt, and just got back up and climbed the steps again - I do love that about her - she is NO wimp! And please advise to anyone who comes over my house: do not go in and out of the house. Whatever is in your car is not that important. In addition, do not even walk towards the door. Avoid it all together. It will seriously through Abby in to a full on, crocodile tears, pull on her hair, slap whatever is near by melt down. Her other new "thing" is food. This morning she woke up at 6:30 and she drank an 8 ounce bottle. I put her in the highchair at 7:00 and gave her a scrambled egg and crackers. To get a head start on dinner, I boiled spaghetti noodles, drained them, and put them in a large zip lock bag. I also put a handful in a small to bring to my mom for her lunch. When we walked over there at 7:30, she was on the verge of a melt down if I did not open that bag and give her some. Another notice to all guests, please feed the wild child to avoid a hissy fit, especially if you are eating Cheeto's or noodles!

Lastly, sometimes it is really hard not to lose faith in people. I include myself in that statement. There are a lot of things that I like about myself. I think I am a good mother, or rather, I try very hard to be a good mother. At the same time, there are a lot of things I don't like about myself. At the end of the day, I just pull up my boot straps, look at my darling girls, and am thankful for everything and everyone in my life.