I've got a million of these

Ezra has one face when he sees the camera light blinking- and oh my goodness I can not cut his cute hair. I've never had a child with this much hair and even though he is getting an extreme baby mullet. I think it suits him- he was born in North Cackalacky!

THE Smell

The summer my parents took my sister to college they left my older brother and me at home. We were to fend for ourselves and "hold the fort down" while they sauntered around Utah. After a few days alone we discovered something off in the kitchen. The something off grew into something horrible, something we could only describe as "THE Smell". Because every bad smell you smelled before this smell paled in comparison to this smell. The odor wasn't as offensive as our frustration in trying to find the dang source. We scrubbed the stove, washed the cupboards, mopped the floor and even pine sol-ed the door frame because I could have sworn it was in the darn paint! We didn't figure it out until momma and daddy got home. Daddy was cleaning up and unleashed the beast...in all of our (uncharacteristic) frantic cleaning we could not accept that the smell was something of this earth...and we completely missed the pot of rice a roni that had been sitting covered on the stove for 2 solid weeks.

There has come again in my life a smell. I can not find the source and I can only describe it as another SMEll. This time it's in my bathroom. I have mopped, I have wiped, and I have scrubbed- I am fairly certain there is no pot of rice-a-roni- in my bathroom. I can only trace it back to my bath mats. I have washed and I have bleached and still as I knelt by the bathtub to wash my baby bug it was there. It was lingering on the side of the tub or maybe under my knees or maybe under the tile or in the paint? I donno. Where is it coming from? Why is it invading my bathroom? Who is doing this to me? When is it going to stop? aaaghhhhh

New Bern House 4 Sale

Please buy my house...I worked like an african white snow flea to get it cleaned up to show today. Isn't it lovely? I love having my house perfectly clean, but getting it perfect makes me a crazy woman- just ask Jeebs. Anybody want to live in New Bern, NC? We are only an hour (or 45 min if you drive like mad) from the beach. Come on you know you wanna. Please....please...please

I can die happy

I finally got to ride the Heber Creeper. The kids enjoyed their ride too.
Tates and Cagey posing in front of the old engine.



Tates loves Uncle Tom. It is amazing that Tom is now grown up- the first time I met him he was a little boy in his pajamas, half asleep...have I really known Jeebs that long?

Ezra wanted to jump out of the window.

It was so pretty and dry and breezy- why did we leave the dry? aaghhh
Then we were robbed....he took a hostage, but she was one of those losers that can't cook, clean or sew so he threw her back. ( My sewing machine makes me want to cuss btw- probably because I can't sew)

See ya later Heber.

Dear Belly,

We have had some good times together... you were great while Ezra was growing in there. You kept him safe and warm and healthy. Do you remember that time we took a picture of you and then Jeebs photoshopped out all the stretch marks? That was fun. But now it's time to go. You did a good job, but seriously- it's time to let go. I will welcome you back with open arms one day if we are blessed with a Nicolaysen baby #4- but that time has not yet come so... please go away. Is it fun hanging around while I'm working out and jumping up and down? It's not fun for me- just breath in and breath out, just relax- it's okay I promise- just let go...please....do it now. Bye Bye.

Until next time,
Me

Panic Buttons

Remember the kittens we watched? This is one of them in an Ezra headlock. He was determined to hold them and eventually push their panic buttons. Nasty.

Taters get your gun

Shootin' outside of Park City and Cagey chillin' in the car.
We went up in the mountains- 65 degrees Beatrices! (Cagey has a hard time looking like a normal boy)