Little things

So just some little things that I haven't added to my blog yet.

I have to tell you how wonderful my mother-in-law, Lynne, is. She comes over and watches my kids at the last minute when I forget about an appointment or realize that we really need some milk in the house. And she doesn't just watch the kids, she cleans the house (my kitchen is usually quite a disaster) and does laundry. She loves the kids and really enjoys teaching them things. So sweet.

I also have to tell you that my mom has also been doing her fair share of saving me. She is even letting my kids sleep over tonight while I go on a hot date with Marc tonight!

What would I do without my moms living so close.

Lynne within 2 minutes and my mom within 15 minutes!

Not to mention I have my sister only 5 minutes away, and I know that my other siblings would drop anything if I needed them.

My dad will even stop by after work (because he works at the town post office) just to see if everything is going well.

My father-in-law, Gary, even runs clean clothes to the school when Brother falls in the mud.

I have friends who live close by that help me at the drop of a phone call. I mean, they really are there to help me when I ask.

It's all so amazing.

So why do I get so overwhelmed when I have all this help?

I think because I still need to accept the help that is offered or at least ask for help when I need it.

Thanks to everyone for being so willing.

Maybe that's all I need to know sometimes is that I have willing helpers.

I think that some people have learned that they just come help without me asking... that is nice too. I'm bad and being needy. (smile)

Oh, and a side note:
Baby weighs 21.5 pounds now! Yay!
She weighs almost half of what my 5-year-old weighs... man I wish I could get some meat on her bones. But I think she just runs and bounces it all off. She is so crazy. Boing. Boing. Boing. She's like a Tigger.

Also, Marc was able to go on Brother's field trip today. They went swimming and Marc is there to help out the boys in the class.

Marc is excited.

Brother is not.

Not because he doesn't love his daddy.

It's just not routine.

Ah, routine.

The sacred routine.

Don't mess with the routine.