Lately Ellen has been all about bulldozers and dump trucks and all that schtuff. So, I stumbled across Truck Tunes, and boy, have we memorized those songs. Our current favorite is Feller Buncher. Listen and enjoy for a short while until the novelty wears off and you can’t listen to it one.more.time.
I switched my email subscription service to a weekly service. If you’re cool with just getting my posts on Thursdays, then do nothing at all. But, some people have emailed me wanting to receive posts on the day they are published. If ya want that deal too, just let me know. I’ll hook you up. No black Friday code needed. I’m just baller like that.
In the spirit of honesty on this blog, y’all should know I had a naaaaassssty panic attack on the night of Mike’s birthday. It was one of my worse ones. The most confusing part to me is that I know I am having a panic attack. I can think through it. But, my body doesn’t get that message, and all of the physical symptoms still rear their heads, and I am left with the yuck.
So, if you’re a panic attack person like me, just giving you a heads up that I got through it, it sucked, and now it’s over. Praying for all of my anxious peeps.
This is an honest question for my readers with larger families: Are your kids really well behaved or do you have some sort of ninja patience? I have no idea how I am going to have more kids when the two I have wont. stop. crying. Ever. Especially Sam.
Last night on the way home from Thanksgiving dinner, little dude cried until he puked for the entire hour. It didn’t matter what I did to help him out. He screamed until he puked, and then he kept screaming.
Do your kids do this? How do you handle it when you have 4, 5, 6, or more kids?
Dwija, I want you to know that I am praying for you, and I am so happy for ya. Big cheesy smiles happy. Big, fat giggles happy. Happy!