New blog, new day...free beer

Well today is a normal day.  The kids alternate between playing and fighting.  I have spent the afternoon researching how to paint Iz's room.  We are going to start painting it this weekend b/c her flooring will be here on Monday.  We hope to have it all finished by the end of labor day.  We did Andrew's a few weeks ago, we changed his room color and pulled up his nasty carpet and put down hardwood.  Which I wasn't to sure of until I have realized it stays MUCH CLEANER!  Hopefully Iz's will follow suit.  We also have to finish painting her dresser.  It has been half painted since she was born, but we bought a paint sprayer so it should go much quicker this time. 

Then the only two rooms left will be the master bedroom and master bath.  We have already bought the paint for the bedroom and the bath, and have even got the tile for the bathroom.  I figure as soon as Iz's room is done we'll start tearing out the bathroom so we can get the flooring pulled up, the room painted, the floor tiled, and the pedestal sink put in. 

After that we will paint our room

then finally finish the small amount of tile that goes in the coat closet and in the laundry area, stack the dryers, and build a laundry folding area beside the dryer.

-----All this has to be done by christmas.

Anyone want to help???  free beer??

Somedays it sucks

Some days are worse than others.  You know what I'm talking about...not the kind of day where something major bad is going wrong, but days when a funk is around.  Well today is my funk day.  I am still in my pj's and functioning, but I really just want to listen to sad music and sit in a wallow of pity.  For those of you who do not know we have been having problems getting pregnant.  Its been well over a year of trying, and while a year isn't very long in the medical world, when you add to the year a miscarriage and the fact I apparently have stopped ovulating on my own, it is a very long time.  A long time of ups and downs, popping pills, hormones, needles, tests, it all sucks.  I know the reason I am so funky today is because I have finished my round of progesterone.  For those of you who have failed health class progesterone is what the body produces after ovulating.  So b/c the test revealed I didn't ovulate last month I have to now trick my body into thinking it actually did ovulate.  So add another pill to my stash for 5 days. and then wait for the progesterone to drop and bring on my period.  The I get to start what will be round 4 of clomid. Clomid brings on all sorts of mood swings too, so its a bumpy ride around here.  It suck it suck its sucks it sucks it suck it sucks (maybe I think if I keep saying it sucks it will turn out differently, who knows?) 

So anyway new dr this month.  one I have to drive over an hour to see.  anyway if I end up ovulating this month but I don't get pregnant then we are going to be doing a dye test.  Apparently they force a solution into my uterus and do x-rays to see if my tubs are blocked or if my previous c-sections/d&c did any damage that is preventing me from becoming pregnant. 

It sucks It sucks..

and its getting old. really fast. 

So anyway today my kids are being subjected to one of those days my sister and I used to do....loud music on the stereo and scrubbing every surface in sight.  I think after I am done cleaning I might break the sewing machine and sew.   Or maybe paint...I haven't painted in a while.  And I think homemade fajita's so I can test out our tortilla press might be good for dinner

One last thing....it sucks

What a great national night out

Well I was debating on us going this year.  Last year it was great, but this year the heat index at 5pm was going to be 105.  Well, we decided to go and  it was HOT Iz fell asleep on the way there and then slept in her stroller the first 30 minutes.  SO then there is this thing the police do.  They give away 120 bikes of various sizes.  You have to stand in line for a ticket, then put your ticket in the box of the bike you want and then every hour starting at 6:30 they draw the winner (you have to be present)  They do 40 or so bikes each hour so you have to stand in line all over again if you don't win one during the first draw.  Well last year the line was about a mile long so we didn't even mess with it.  This year the national night out started at 6 and we got there as soon as it started.  We decided to walk down around the bike booth first, when we got there there was hardly anyone in line so we decided to do it.  We got our tickets (one for Iz and one for Andrew) and they had seven 12" bikes in both girls and boys.  I put Iz's ticket in 4 (there was 1 other ticket in there) and Andrew put his in 3.  We walked around till it was time for the draw....and Andrew's number got called!  DH took Iz with him up to get the bike and to register it with the police.  Then they called the next one and Iz won a bike too!  SO here I am trying to get through the crowd with 2 strollers and a 3 year old crying b/c his daddy left to go up front.  One of the Police men came up to me and asked if my husband had just come up there with a little girl, I told him yes and he said if you'll give me your ticket I'll have him register the second bike so you don't have to get the 2 strollers up there (Thank God!)  So not only did they get bikes, but target furnished them with helmets too!.  I took their pictures with their bikes so I can send thank you cards to the business that sponsored their bikes.  Now here's the thing...we had plannedon getting Andrew a bike for christmas...my mom said I should just put the bike away and give it to him for christmas, but trust me he's not going to forget his new bike (he even wanted to sleep with the helmet)  And Iz we actually got her a tricycle for her birthday, so we think we are going to let her keep her helmet and give her the tricycle still for her birthday and then give her the bike for christmas.  Now we have to come up with a big gift for Andrew for Christmas...lmbo!

Now for Pictures:

First is Iz after she finally woke up

Andrew, Iz and DH with a race car

 

Andrew and his bike

 

 

Iz and her bike