Uncle Binky is the best!!!!

I had a really busy weekend. On Friday, I drove up to Tennessee to surprise my friends Laura and Yolanda. Yolanda is in the Army and stationed in Germany so I never get to see the girl. In fact, the last time I saw her I was a beastly pregnant whale. It was a horribly long drive up there and I'm not a good car rider anyway. I can tolerate 1-2 hours in the car at max so 6 hours is a really big stretch for me. It was fun surprising them and I really enjoyed just hanging out and being able to spend some time with Yola.

Anyway, in the morning, I called Brent to check on the kids and Callie was sick. I was 6 hours away from the kid and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I immediately got in the car and drove home. I just couldn't handle it. I know that Brent is such a good dad and would have been fine handling her by himself, but I know that I would have been miserable all day just thinking about her and not being able to hold her. It's so weird how everything changes as soon as you are a parent. Nothing else matters except for my babies. Nothing.

Sunday we stayed close to home because both kids had fevers at that point and I was dead tired. It rained too which was nice and comfy even though I did have to slip out to get some groceries. I wallowed in my family that whole day. I could never put into words how happy and lucky the three of them make me feel.

Plus, Tony. And Gracie. And Kitty and Lacey. Even the dumb fish.

So far, today has been great! Uncle Binky sent the kiddos a surprise and the whole morning was full of excitement about their new toys. Also, Callie told me she pooped! I was pretty excited about the 4 wheelers and all, but hearing your kid tell you that they went "poo poo" while pointing at their crotch is like the gloriousness of an organ playing inside a beautiful Roman Cathedral whilst doves chirp in harmony! I think I need to go buy a potty. I know she's getting closer! Peace out, diapers!

(**I know the kids look crazy in all these pictures but we had multiple accidents involving pee pee, ashes, and cherry juice. I quit caring who's clothes they were wearing and whether or not they matched. Too bad Callie is wearing Wyatt's shirt and vice versa.**)