Family Fun

Baby Petunia and I had the opportunity to spend a week up in northern California with my family. My dad drove halfway down to pick us up so I wouldn't have to drive all the way up with the baby. The boys dropped us off in Chowchilla and we enjoyed a peaceful drive the rest of the way back with Grandpa. Our first evening home Uncle Bobby, Aunt Lindsay and the cousins came over for dinner and met Petunia for the first time.






My mom babysits my 7 month old nephew 3 days a week so Petunia had someone to talk to and play with.




We enjoyed dressing up Holden with Petunia's hair accessories...and he didn't seem to mind! :)

We really enjoyed the week. We did some shopping and I have to tell you that my favorite places to shop are in Roseville. I do think their Galleria mall has EVERYTHING I would ever desire to wear. (But the Nordstrom Rack across the street is a VERY close second)
I also had the opportunity help put together a scrapbook for my grandma Strickland's 90th birthday party. My grandma lives in San Diego and she flew in Thursday afternoon with my Aunt Thelma and Uncle Dennis.


It was like a scrapbook "sweat shop" for 3 days straight! :) I would scrapbook during the day when Petunia was sleeping or being held by grandma or grandpa. One evening my sister and sister-in-law came over to help put everything together. Grandpa made his famous "breakfast dinner" and I was in heaven.



My grandma's birthday party was the pinnacle event of the week and it was a lot of fun. All of my parents' 10 grand children were there and the only immediate family that was missing was my brother Dari and my brother-in-law Eddy. My grandma's nieces/nephews also made the party, along with her sister-in-law. I really enjoyed myself and I was thankful to be able to spend the time with everyone I love so much.










Luke's sister, Jenny, even drove over for the day from Petaluma and brought the kids some Halloween gifts. What a nice surprise.

Flying solo!

This week Katie and Jiggs are up in Sacramento to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa Baer. As a result, the boys and I are flying solo. While I always enjoy my time with the boys, we are missing Kate and Jiggs. Typically, when we sit down at dinner as a family we will discuss or share about our days. This week, however, dinner conversation has focused around guy talk...wrestling, football and more importantly Jeeps. Tonight's conversation was funny in that the boys starting asking me questions such as, "daddy, when you were a little boy did you..." It made me think about how quickly life can fly by and how we grow from experiences. I discussed how upset I was when I crashed on my bikes, sold my dirt bike for a loss, wreaked my parents car, got dumped by a girlfriend etc. The boys just stared at me and asked questions. We talked about how I try and learn from each experience and how at the time, I thought it was the end of the world. This conversation made me sad as I thought about the boys growing up and how mean and unfair life can be. In my job I see sad things daily, yet I try not to get desensitized, and make every effort to protect my kids from those experiences. But there are things you just cant protect them from because those are experiences that help define them as adults. It is hard to see a boy picked on for the first time, a boy left out, a boy not fitting in, etc, all of which we experience some time in life, but to think of your own child in these situations is rough. I have yet figured out how to tell kids that this is just a "rite of passage" in a manner they understand. As we talked about things, I looked into thier little eyes and was reminded just how innocent they are and how those little things can really hurt. While I am glad to report that the boys have not yet faced these issues, the time will come. Sawyer recently had a little bout with a "mean 3rd grader" at school and it took everything in daddy not to advise his bigger, and I mean bigger brother, to lay down a little playground justice for his little brother! I would have done this but I could feel Katies big heart in the room telling me not to do such a thing. Kate and I often discuss what WE want for the boys and smile. For me, I just want them to be good men with a heart that is not calloused like their fathers! The entire night made me think o a song Katie and I recently rediscovered:

I don't know if that look on her face has anything to do with the shirt she has on...or the fact that we had to wait over 2 hours to see my doctor for my 8 week check up. I think I had the same look on my face.
This was her first time wearing this onesie and it might be her last. Sadly, my "little" doll is all ready starting to wear 3/6 month clothes and size 2 diapers. I wish I could keep her this age forever. Luke says no way...he likes it when the kids can run around and play.
Not me....I prefer the age where they can't talk. This means no whining or sniveling....or arguing. Yes, I will take the smiles and cooing (and non-stop diaper changes) everyday for the rest of my life!

Bed Head

Good thing Petunia only has peach fuzz (or as i call it "Monkey hair")

"Ahahahaha...tell that joke again brother!"

"Mama---how could you leave me here with them?!"

Is it Big Enough?

Am I talking about the smile or the flower on her head?

Daddy can't get enough of the cheeks!

A friend I know from church has an Etsy shop and makes these headbands. I love them! Check them out at: http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6107933

Spanish Stucco....check. Deflated balloons....check. Hormones...check.

This video clip is from Sunday night's premiere. Luke and I were both watching while I was feeding Scout. I was laughing....too hard.

Six Weeks

We have made it.
I should say we are alive....and doing well most of the time.
We have survived the past three weeks as a family of five. Some of you who are reading this might chuckle at me, because you are surviving a family of six, seven, eight...or more. (If its more than that, I will pray for you if you pray for me) :)
The boys have embraced their sister and can't really seem to leave her alone. When I am not comatose from lack of sleep I can be heard saying "Get out of her face" over and over and over. The boys like to make sure Petunia can see them. Bubba likes to hold and play with her hands. Big surprise. Tubbs has taken on the role of "pacifier holder" when we are in the car and she starts crying. When she begins to cry he gets upset. When he heard her cry hysterically for the first time she was in her car seat. Next thing I know there are tears coming from his eyes. He asks me "mommy...is she going to die?" My dad was in the car with me and it was so sweet, we didn't know if we should laugh or cry with him. Tubbs really loves being a big brother. Tubbs asked me yesterday on the way home from school: "Did Heavenly Father send Jiggs down on a cloud to our family?" Like most questions these days I was trying to think of the right thing to say because I just thought his sincerity was so adorable. Especially when he looks at me with his big brown eyes and long eyelashes. I wish Tubbs (and Bubba) would stay this size forever. Bubba's adorable question took place last week: "Do you think we will toot in Heaven?" I think we probably will! :)
Last week the boys were asking questions about Jiggs and her facial expressions. I told them that Heavenly Father talks to her. Jiggs was smiling and Tubbs said "I think Heavenly Father just told her a joke."
As for me (mom) I have been taking it easy. Petunia (Jiggs) had a rough time getting on a sleeping schedule at night. She was waking up every 1-2 hours for the first three weeks. We were both beyond exhausted. We finally decided to give her formula before bedtime and she sleeps for 3-4 hours the first stretch. This makes us all very, very happy. Amazingly, she hasn't woken the boys up yet during the night. Of course Bubba sleeps like a rock. So...I guess I am surprised Tubbs sleeps through it. In the morning before school the boys try really hard (I am exaggerating) to try and be quiet while they get ready for school. Sister is always sleeping in the living room in the swing since she never seems to want to get back in her cradle after her 4am or 5 am feeding. I sleep that last 1-2 hours on the couch next to her and wait until 6:30am to get up and help get everyone ready for work/school. Being home on maternity leave has given me the opportunity to be a "full-fledged" mom. I get to take the boys to school, pick them up when school gets out and do homework with them. The homework part has been a little bit of a challenge with Bubba when he reaches the whiny stage, but we seem to survive. I have been spoiled the past 2 years since Luke really did 99% of the homework with Bubba. Now Luke has more time after work to play with the boys...and hold Petunia when she lets him. She really is a mama's girl. But she does let daddy give her a bath at night---so Luke enjoys letting her soak and play in her bath tub. I gladly let him have that time with her since she is so mellow.

Petunia waking up from a nap

A conversation with Bubba

A conversation with Tubbs

New Eye Mask?

Petunia fell asleep in her cradle before church while I was blow drying my hair. When I found her, this is what we saw:

Her head band can double as an eye mask apparently.

Pretty Petunia

This is what I call her....don't ask my why----I am the "nicknamer."

Three's Company

I can't wait until she smiles....and not because she is drunk off of breastmilk. A real smile. She has dimples and I hope she doesn't lose them.

For some odd reason I might have assumed that my most recent labor was going to go the way I had it all planned. The baby was going to eat the way I assumed my other babies have eaten and when I wanted her to eat. The baby would sleep when I thought she should sleep. My body would perform the way I assumed it should perform. And everything was going to be hunky-dory.
But this has been the LONGEST three weeks of my life. For those of you who prefer c-sections over the more "traditional" method of delivery.....for the record, I think you're nuts. (Prepare to hear me whine)
I have been slightly miserable. (My husband would say thats an understatement)
How many more times do I have to be told that "I just had major abdominal surgery?" I guess I needed to be reminded since I never in a million years thought it would be happening to me and never did any kind of reading/studying on the topic. I still have done little reading on the recovery and just decided to wing it. Not the smart approach, but the approach I took. Ignorance is bliss...at least temporarily. When Jiggs was 2 weeks old I began having a few "issues" with my incision. I guess if I would have read a little bit I would have known it was "normal." I think its strange, the doctors say its normal.
I then began getting headaches and I was feeling really, really tired. SLEEP was my friend and my head felt like I was in a fog. Fever soon came. I attributed it to my body being out of whack and hormones. After a few days of that I woke up to a very bad pain in one of my breasts. For sure a clogged milk duct. I was dedicated to the nursing thing and I knew this was just one side affect. But it hurt a lot. I did a little research on the internet to find some answers and went to the Urgent Care.
Turns out I have Mastitis.
Holy Cow. I never had this problem when I was nursing before. It turns out the flu symptoms I had been experiencing was a symptom of the infection. So---after a nice shot of antibiotic (in my booty...thanks) and a prescription for more antibiotic I was set to go. I knew the fly symptoms weren't in my head and as miserable as I was, I was happy to know where they were coming from. All of this pain so that I could feed Baby Jiggs! I thought about quitting, but I just couldn't stand the thought of it. Pain or no pain the show must go on! :)
I am up a lot at night these days. As expected I guess. I have my best premonitions as I sit on the edge of my bed at all hours of the night feeding Baby Jiggs. Then when daylight breaks my brain turns to mush. (All I can seem to worry about is when will Jiggs take that LONG nap so that I can catch one too)
I am waiting for the day where I feel like I have everything down and its "easy." Don't all laugh at me at once.
Maybe its because when I look around me to other new moms with babies they make it look easy. Even though this is our third, I feel like its all new again. I want to know their dirty little secrets and tips. ---Or I want an "Easy Button." Yes....I will take whatever I can get.

Where do I begin?! I can hardly believe that Baby Jiggs is almost two weeks old.---Probably because the past two weeks have almost been a complete blur. A complete blur, but yet I can recall every little detail. Strange how that can be.

I am wondering how long it will be before I forget every painful moment from the day Jiggs was born and the days that followed. Let's see---

Tuesday - Induction Day! I am not exactly thrilled about it, but the hospital calls at 9am and says to eat breakfast and be there at 10am. Grandma Hogue arrives at the house bright and early to take care of the boys for the next few days. After we arrive at the hospital they begin to give me antibiotics (for GBS) and tell me that at 5pm they will give me the Cervadil to start the induction. The boys come to visit us for a bit. By 9pm the contractions are irregular and nothing exciting going on. I watch Big Brother with Luke and Julie from my cozy hospital bed.

Wednesday - By 1am the contractions are 2-3 minutes apart. I am still only dilated to a 2 so no epidural. The doctor comes in to check on me and he says he will give me the epidural once I get to a 3. (I like this guy) They give me some kind of pain medicine that let's me sleep for an hour. They say I can have 6 doses before the epidural so I am going to get as much as I can so I can get some sleep. I end up getting another dose at 4am. Still only at a 2. Another dose at 6am. The nurse checks me at 6:30 and I am at a 2.5. By this point I am quoting "Smalls" from the movie "The Sandlot" and I mumble "I can't take this anymore!" Luke is sleeping as comfortably as possibly on his couch. Its close to 8am and the nurse finally breaks and agrees I am a 3 and ready for the epidural. The anesthesiologist does his thing...and I am numb. Numb all the way up to my chest. a headache ensues and vomiting. He looks worried....which makes me worried. Within 5 minutes of the epidural I am at a 5-6. The doctor checks me and my water breaks. She suspects the baby is breech. I can't feel a thing! Two minutes later they are performing an ultrasound....and it appears that sometime in the middle of the night the baby changed her mind and turned around. The doctor informs me we have to do a C-section. I turn my head and look at Luke---and I start crying. Not a c-section!

Ugh!

Within 5 minutes I was being wheeled into the OR for a C-section.

Within a few more minutes I heard crying.... and I started crying. It was her...finally. In the midst of everything going on over the past 24 hours I seemed to have forgotten that I was going to be getting a baby out of this deal. Once I heard Baby Jiggs cry, it all became clear again.

Within 2 hours the boys were at the hospital to meet their sister. They were very excited---to say the least. I was so happy to see the boys so happy that their sister was here. I was starving---and ready to grub. I had decided not to eat dinner the night before because I thought FOR SURE I was going to be delivering a baby through the night. As Luke is about to take my food order I am informed by the nurse that I cannot eat anything for 24 hours. Ugh!

Thursday - We made it through another night in the hospital---this time with a baby. I am ready to eat---when I am informed by the nurse that breakfast will consist of water, chicken broth and Jello. UGH! I am ready to have Luke smuggle me in some real food.

By 2:00pm the nurse comes into the room to do another Jaundice test on Jiggs. Shortly therafter another nurse returns and says they are taking Jiggs to the NICU because her Bili Ruben results were high. I am confused and assume she could be back in hours.

Friday - Jiggs is still in the NICU and go over every 3 hours to visit and feed her.

Saturday - I am released from the hospital. Jiggs has to stay. Not the way I wanted to leave the hospital...but I am trying to tell myself that there are a lot worse scenarios. Tubbs is crying all the way home. I pretend to be happy and tell him that she will be home soon. Thankfully my mom and dad arrive in town shortly after I got home. They would make everything better. My parents head over to the hospital with me late that night and my dad gives her a blessing.

Sunday - Got our hopes up after we met with the doctor in the morning. If the Bili reading was under 10 at the 3pm blood draw she could go home. Results came in at 4:30....and it was 10.2. Had to leave the hospital empty handed....again.

Monday - First day of school. I wouldn't miss this---even though I couldn't drive. My mom drives me and the boys to school and Luke meets us there. I call on the way to school to get the results from the 6am Bili draw. The results--- 10.1. Ugh. This was killing me. I went over to the NICU at 9:30 with my mom to feed Jiggs. The doctor gets the results and decides to let her go home. Joy---overwhelming joy is all I feel. Baby Jiggs is coming home. The boys get home from school and see Jiggs sleeping on Grandpa's chest. They are so excited to have her home! Yay!

Tuesday - Let the real fun begin.

Naps for Jiggs and Grandpa

Grandma and Grandpa (aka chauffeur, chef, message taker, door answerer, bug-sitter, errand runner and baby snuggler) and the kids the morning they left to head home.

My little cabbage patch doll

Another Snugglebug to Love

Scout Marceille

born August 19, 2009

8:56 am

9 lbs 5 oz

21 inches

Don't let those juicy lips fool you.

The nurse in the NICU used sugar water and a pacifier to get her to stop crying. She would put a drop of sugar water in her mouth, I would stick the pacifier in her mouth and then pull it out really quick for the shot. Out of all the pictures this one was our favorite.

First Day of School

My two "little" boys.
Like every other parent I am surprised at how big my boys are and that its time for another school year to begin.

They weren't exactly thrilled about getting up and going to school but it was more of an attitude like "what the heck....we have nothing better to do." :) Tubbs started Kindergarten this year and he was not the least bit hesitant about his new school. I think his two years of pre-school prepared him well for making new friends and a new environment. Bubba started 2nd grade and I think he has officially entered the mode of "mom-is-the most-embarrassing-person-ever." It makes me a little sad.

Right before we left the house

Good bye bugs from brother
There was a little shadow hanging over us on Monday morning. Baby Jiggs was still in the hospital in the NICU and it was going on Day 4. We thought we might get to come home Sunday evening so we could start the school year out on a good note. The doctor said Sunday morning that if her Bili blood draw came back under 10 she could go home. We got the results that afternoon at 5pm and they were 10.2.

We had to come home empty handed AGAIN.

The next draw was Monday morning at 6am so we called on our way to taking the boys to school and it was 10.1. I was going to freak out.

I couldn't take another day being at home without her. After the boys were at school my mom drove me over to the NICU to feed her and visit. While we were there the nurse talked to the doctor and surprise-surprise he said we could take her home. I was so shocked (and thankful)! We gathered up her stuff and we were outta there as fast as we could move. It was the perfect addition to our first day of school---the day Baby Jiggs got to come home!

Last Supper

Where would you spend your last supper?

Well, tonight was Scout's last chance at some decent grub---at least for a while. We headed to Dewar's. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

She picked out a 2 scoop banana split with chocolate sauce and caramel.

I asked the guy what the difference between the ice cream and the ice milk was. His response was that the ice milk had half the fat but 9 times the sugar.

I didn't know which one to pick---but just to make Scout happy I chose the ice milk.

Probably the wrong choice considering she has no more room to move around from her sugar high.

The boys picked out one scoop sundaes and Luke got a George's special shake...but was disappointed because he didn't read the fine print that listed all of the ingredients. He said it tasted like one of his breakfast shakes. Poor baby.

Welcome to the "Crib"

Welcome to Scout's "crib." Its alllllllllllmost complete.

There are a few more items we need to find for the walls, but I think we are about 90% done....and Luke can finally put the drill and laser level away!

People have asked what our "theme" is for the nursery. I can honestly tell you I have no idea. Luke's only request was no princess "stuff!" I had to agree.

Grandma Hogue designed the bugs/flowers on the window shade and Grandma Baer is cross stitching a Holly Hobby birth announcement for above the door. We know it will all come together once we get our act together and completely finish the room....and hopefully Scout will love her pink room as much as Luke and I have enjoyed working on it.

Ready or Not...

So---we got an ultrasound this morning. We were excited to see Scout again for the first time since March. (Of course we couldn't see much because of cramped quarters) The first thing the technician said was she had a good size belly. This really comes as no surprise and Luke and I laughed because we knew she had been eating good. As long as her big belly doesn't get stuck on her way out, I am OK with it.
After getting checked by the doctor later in the morning, everything seemed the same as every weekly check up over the past month. I was still only 1.5cm dilated and her head is high. She asked me what I wanted to do and I had to concede that having the baby BEFORE school starts on the 24th would be more convenient for me. We agreed that either Tuesday or Thursday morning would work good for an induction. She scanned over the results from the ultrasound and suddenly became concerned. My placenta was a stage 3. Whatever that meant. She ordered a stress test to track the baby's movement and suggested an induction this evening.
WHOA!
Remember my last post?! This baby was never going to get here. I certainly didn't expect to go to the doctor this morning and wonder if today was the big day. I called Luke during the stress test to let him know what was going on. He of course was on cloud 9 and ready to rumble. Me---I was too pre-occupied thinking about what I was going to eat for lunch and making sure everything was set for home if I had to be induced. I was not ready. Thankfully the stress test came back good. I go back Sunday morning for another stress test and if thats normal I go back in Tuesday morning to be induced. At least I know I have potentially 3 more days of rest before the little one gets here. I am not worried about her surprising me and making her entrance on her own this weekend. She knows I need a good pedicure before she arrives. :)

In Denial

I don't know how else to put it, but I am beginning to really doubt that I am pregnant and will deliver a human within the next 5 days. Maybe its an alien...or a tumor that has grown fingers and toes...and long legs that like to kick...?!
Yes, the countdown clock tells me my due date is 5 days away, but I just can't believe it. I wouldn't actually say the past 9 months have gone by fast, but I can't believe its here. I am ready to be able to bend over without an enormous amount of effort, BUT I don't know if I am ready to have an infant in my arms again...and attached to my chest (Gotta keep it PG). I am sure you are thinking, "Well...you should of thought of that 9 months ago." Its just seems like its been so long for us since we had a baby in the house. Tubbs is almost 5 1/2 years old and our little man is starting Kindergarten in a week. Thankfully he was out of diapers at 2, so its been a while since I have had to use a diaper or a wipe! I know once Scout gets here everything will be fine. I am just getting nervous thinking about it.
I was induced with Bubba on his due date and he was 9lbs 9 oz. I was induced with Tubbs at 41 weeks and he was 8 lbs 1 oz. So, I am anxious to see what the doctor is going to say tomorrow morning after my ultrasound...and I have a feeling we are in store for another induction. My kids never want to come out on their own. Maybe if I ate a little healthier they would have an incentive to pick breast milk or over whatever I was stuffing my face with. But, that's not really the case. (Yesterday I just had to stop at Sprinkles cupcakes in Beverly Hills on my way home and pick up 12 cupcakes. If she is like her mama, she is no idiot.--- She is waiting until I eat every last one until she considers making her way down the birth canal)
I have been on maternity leave officially for 14 days now. These last few days have been a blur as I feel like I am running out of steam. I think I have everything I need to bring a baby home, but I keep racking my brain thinking I am missing something. I pride myself on being the "planner/scheduler" in this house and I don't want to miss something obvious. Luke laughs at me...as usual. I know its still possible to go to the store and buy what we need even AFTER the baby gets here...but I like to be prepared. Since its been a while since our last "delivery" Luke and we find ourselves forgetting a lot of the details. He asked me the other day if we need to bring our own diapers to the hospital for the baby and I couldn't remember. Just to be safe, I have packed a few outfits and some diapers. I think they provided some kind of beanie for the baby's head, but heck if I can remember so I picked up a few today just in case.
My mom calls to check on my every day or two and see how I am feeling. I assure her that the baby is not coming on her own and give her my estimate. She asked me if I was having an "elephant" pregnancy---which I guess is something like 2 years long. Heaven help me if I was an elephant, even though I feel like one right now.

Smug's Treasure

Thank goodness we have Luke to spice up our lives around here. I don't know how the boys or I would survive without him. He is always thinking of ways to surprise the boys and make things interesting. One thing the boys like to do with Luke is go on a "secret bike ride." Sometimes they go alone with Luke, sometimes they go together. Its a good way for Luke to talk privately with the boys because they all ready seem to think their mom is lame! :)

Anyways, on these "secret" bike rides they explore areas that are out near new construction and mostly dirt and fences. There is a new rod iron fence put up around a dirt field near the park and the boys call it the "secret passage." Luke thought it would be fun to put together a treasure map and hide a treasure box somewhere near the "secret passage." I think almost any idea he has is great so I agree that the boys would love it.

So, last Thursday Luke is home a little later than usual so that he can go hide the treasure box. When he gets home he is in a hurry to eat dinner because he doesn't someone else to find the treasure box. After dinner Luke nonchalantly drops a wad of crumpled up papers in the front yard, one of which is the treasure map. When Bubba comes outside for the bike ride he asks Bubba to throw away the trash he found. Bubba starts looking through the papers and finds the treasure map. The boys get all excited and the three of them take off on their bikes. They were gone for about 30-40 minutes. When they got home they were so wound up and excited...and hot. They told me ALL about the treasure and the map they found. It was so priceless to see their faces and how excited they were. Bubba was so good at reading the map and the clues, he kept talking about how lucky they were the rest of the night. He even slept with the treasure box.

The Treasure Hunters....

Treasure box!

Eight dollars....the boys are rich!

I feel so fortunate that even though Bubba is seven, he is still my little boy and would never guess it was his daddy who put the whole thing together. I love that Luke's imagination and creativity helps spark the same thing in Bubba and Tubbs. I am also thankful for the little bit of peace and quiet I get while they are on their "private" bike rides in the evenings. I can lay on the couch with my feet up in complete silence and read---which is something that I won't be able to do that much longer. :)

Thank you Luke for all that you do for our little boys. I can't wait to see what you come up with for our little girl! LOL

Call it "Nesting"

I officially started maternity leave Thursday at 4pm. (Holla!!) :)
Since Friday I have been on this cleaning/organizing rampage. Going through every closet (nook and cranny in the house. I wouldn't say I have this burst of energy, but the thought in my mind is that once this baby gets here I am not going to be able to do much. Having all this time off work ahead of me, I am trying to squeeze in as much as I can now, hoping that the baby is still a couple of weeks off and I will still have some time to relax. I am probably kidding myself, but I am trying to humor myself. (No one else will!)

Yesterday was Luke's first day back to work and the boys weren't exactly thrilled about it. I knew they were going to miss big papa A LOT! When we all rolled out of bed I sat them down with the "plan" for the day. They humored me and went along with it. First it was breakfast...next was cleaning out their toy drawers and closet. The incentive was, the more they got rid of, the more $ they earned toward a "prize" from Toys R Us. My bribery worked very well and they worked hard. I think it only took us an hour to go through everything. We had a HUGE trash bag of stuff to toss and three smaller bags of items to donate.

After we were done the boys were motivated to get showered and dressed so we could head to Toys R Us. Surprise, surprise the boys both picked out Legos. I don't mind Legos much anymore because they keep them all in this huge plastic bin in their room. Thank goodness I only found small traces in their toy drawers.

The enthusiastic trash collectors---aren't they cute?

Give away-o-give away!

My master Lego builder. (After some persistance on Tubbs' behalf he put together Tubbs' set for him) Thank you Bubba.