I've got the sick in the middle of summer blues . . .

Max, Kizzie, and I are fighting the sniffles, and the "gotta go to the bathroom really fast" blues. Only for Kizzie it's the "hold me so it doesn't squirt out onto mommy" blues. Who in the heck gets sick the first week of school anyway? Tommorrow is my first full day alone (well me and Kiz anyway) with Max and Jack in school all day. I am going to take it easy, I promise, and maybe watch a chick flick. Mom was so right, you really can't be sick when you are a mom. And now that I'm a mom times two, it's a little trickier. Luckily, Kizzie is content to sit on my lap right now and cuddle in the bed when she's asleep. That won't last when she's crawling around the house. God Bless All Day Kindergarten!!!!!!! Today I dozed off with Kizzie while watching "Flipper" with the kids. I really loved that show as a child, and Jack said that he hated it. How can you hate a sixties version of Lassie with a dolphin? And now that I'm an adult I'm noticing how cute the dad is. Leading men in the sixties were usually pretty dark and handsome. Max loved it when Flipper headbutted a shark and killed it. Hope this doesn't translate to his playtime at school. Well, better go to bed before I pass out while typing. "Flipper, Flipper, under the sea . . . "

First Day of School Wooo Hooo!

Here is my little Max all duded up in his school uniform with his backpack on, ready to walk to school with mommy and daddy. We walked him to school, dropped him off, and enjoyed a few hours of peace and quiet at the house. At the door to his classroom, there were a couple of kids throwing fits and crying, and inside there were excited moms taking pictures (Ha! and Jack scoffed at me when I whipped out the camera) He found his name, put his Buzz and Woody backpack on the hook, and immediately found the fire truck to play with. We hardly even got a "bye" out of him. They had a little room with coffee for the parents to go hang out in if they wanted, but we opted out. With Max, it's better to just cut the cord and leave, other wise he starts acting naughty. Here's my little stud muffin. And an extra picture of him chilling on the couch with sister.

We're finally here!

There are still boxes and bags everywhere around me waiting to be unpacked, but soon there will be order in chaos. I will take pictures of Max's first day of Kindergarten (holy cow!) and our new apartment and post them soon. Love you all,

Giuliana

Soon to be in the Arctic North . . .

Countdown to Flagstaff-five days. Money in checking account-$64.00. Mood-slightly freaking out/excited. Can we survive these next few weeks? I know that we will. We've been paying our tithing, praying really hard, and still feel good about the move. This is the first time in my life that our family (not including Jack, poor man) has not had health insurance. Anything could happen to us, anything, and we would be up a creek, if you know what I mean. I'm still paying off bills from Kizzie's birth (hello airflight to Phoenix), and am soon to be making $450.00 a month. I just love that Arizona DES said that I make too much money to qualify for ACCHS (Arizona version of Medicaid). It chaps my butt that I've been paying into medicaid for years and now when we really really need it, they've denied us. Stinky government! I'm not going to be negative, I promise, but it's times like these when I wish that I lived in Canada. Really, it's only in times like these because I think that I would freeze my keester off up there, and aside from being the home of Anne of Green Gables there's not much up there to interest me. Well, I'll drown my anxiety in homemade granola bars. Yumm.

A Good Day

The house is now completely quiet (for now). The dishes are done, dinner was pretty dang good, it smells like rain outside, and I have a brief window to take a shower. Thank goodness for the little things. The only thing missing is chocolate. Oh well, I'll eat my substitute sweet treat of apricots and cottage cheese. Ahh, it's hard to believe that only a couple of hours ago I was changing poop underwear for the third time today (we're still fighting the potty training beast) and Kizzie was wailing plaintively in her swing, thinking "How dare you take care of poop pants, I have needs here!". Only a few minutes later, after eating, she was cooing and smiling at me. Babies are totally forgiven for being bipolar, aren't they?

One more video . . .

That last video was cute, but here's my favorite!

Here is the video, for real.

The Internet Gods have been toying with me. Not being able to access my blog, I couldn't immediately fix the mistake of not adding the video in my last post. Here I am to repent. Just to explain, there are two videos. In the first one, the visual's not so hot, but she is making cuter noises. In the second one, Max is "helping" me try to get Kizzie to talk, and in the process is kind of forcefully poking her face and calling her "Kitties". It's too funny. Kiz is going to be a toughie, for real.