Don't cry over spilled milk

Justin comes home tomorrow. I am almost through! Avery and I both have a pretty good cold so I am exhausted and just generally speaking done. I figured, hey I don't want to be stuck at home all day alone with the kids again, so I packed us up and headed to Build a Bear. What was I thinking? Avery got a pink unicorn in a purple prom dress. I have said she is girly right? Then we attempted lunch at Qdoba, but all the seemed to accomplish was no one eating anything and
Avery spilling her chocolate milk everywhere. Don't cry over spilled milk right? Oh yes we will, especially if it is the coveted chocolate milk she has had a total of 3 times in her whole life. Well, 3 times that I know about at least. So on the way home I decide 15 minutes at the park would be a good energy release for the kids before nap time and Avery would get over the milk. 30 minutes later I could been seen carrying both kids back to the car, both kids crying, all 3 of us sweating, and I am pretty sure Brody is sunburned.

A little background for this new blog attempt. I was reading Tori Spelling's book sTORI Telling. I read it in 2 days, I guess I have a lot more time on my hands with Justin gone than I thought. I just thought, my life isn't that interesting. She has some crazy stories. But then I figured just because I didn't grow up with a Bitch for a mom, and an out of touch rich grandpa of a dad doesn't mean that my life isn't interesting. At least it is interesting for me. I don't want to forget all these times with the kids as they grow. I want to remember, cherish, and loathe everything just like I am doing in the minute.

Both kids got up last night, hasn't happened in probably 8 months. So I am a zombie today. When I went in to Avery screaming she said, "Pot left me on the train all by myself." I guess the kiddie train around Belleview park we just went to was more traumatizing to her than amusing. Avery is known to say some pretty off the cuff things. Another of her nightmare incidences happened while we went for a girls weekend in Nashville. She woke up screaming and tearing her covers off the bed frantically. I asked her what was wrong, her response, "I lost my diamond ring! Where is my diamond ring?" Umm...if you have a diamond, I want it! She has also recently learned the word "maybe". As in; as we were getting into the car and she peers into the front seat and says, "I know, maybe I should drive." Or, when Brody is upset and crying, "I know, maybe I will make faces so Brody will be happy again." Did I also mention that so far she ROCKS as a big sister! Hopefully she stays so loving as they get older. I know, I am not really that delusional.