Despite all of my best intentions, I’ve pretty much ditched blogging for Facebooking.
I know. I can’t believe it either.
Baby 4.0 is expected in June 2010.
In a moment of temporary insanity, my previously “We’re Done!” husband has confessed to wanting yet another one after this baby….
[insert slackjaw]
I know. I can’t believe it either.
I’m cautiously optimistic. I would LOVE for that to happen, but… he changes his mind. A lot.
Baby 4.0 is a thumbsucker. That’s all we know for now. We’ll hopefully see parts and know boy/girl in early February. Yay!

To all of you that are not FB friends with me, here is a FB Post Recap. It’s the best I’ve got for now. When I get to my other computer, I’ll post up some recent pics.
Happy New Year!
Recent Facebook blurbs:
If you want to know what you are getting for Christmas, just ask Cannon. He tells. :)
Saw Santa last night. He said only really, really special people were allowed to visit the North Pole. So, Cannon turned around and started licking the window... I wish I made this stuff up.
I have an intern in the office today. He's 5 years old, loves geography, spelling and math. Anyone need help with contracts? Algorithms? Coloring?
I will never ever ever ever ever, in a million years never understand boy hygiene. Ever.
Cannon's Version: "Ho Ho Ho, the missing toe..."
Hard Life Lesson #0093: When you are blissfully enjoying a quite house, and Mommy Instinct alerts, and you yell out "Are you boys doing anything that is going to make me frustrated?!", well, you sort of deserve "Grant DID IT!" as your answer....
I love when all I have to do for lunch is send my kids outside... so they can eat their weight in snow.
"Cannon, do you want one big marshmallow, or a lot of little ones?" "Ummm... a lot of big ones!"
Determined to get this recipe right. My once agreeable oven has become the place where oatmeal cookies go to die...
I don't know who "Wileum" is, but the bastard tagged my carpet with blue marker. Glad my graffiti artists don't write on carpet. (Or know how to spell their own name...)
Hard Life Lesson #91: If you throw a temper tantrum, and refuse to wear your new winter coat, your mom will run a.lot. of errands. And park far way. And you will freeze your arse off. And your tears will freeze to your face...
Just infiltrated the advent calendars and replaced all the chocolate with sugar-free vitamins. I don't know what the #*%& is in German chocolate, but we are DONE, I tell you. DONE. (The beatings with the deprivation hippie stick will continue until behavior around here improves.)
Grant's response upon discovering the tampered with advent calendar: “IT'S A VITAMIN! Cool. Wait.” {Shake Shake Shake} “It's ALL VITAMINS. Oh, shit.”
Had our first child-cutting-their-own-hair experience. Thank god he's a boy. With long hair. That should be that short anyway...
Disgusting life experience #492: Watching a five year old eat spaghetti. *shiver*
The newest entry in Cannon's "I Love Having My Mouth Washed Out With Soap" vernacular: "You wanna piece 'a me?" variation: "You ready for a piece 'a me?"
Wow! Peapod just called to say they were running late! I'm so impressed! My husband doesn't even do that!!
Boy 2 Flu (almost over). Boy 1 Croup (just beginning). Mom (Dirty Martini). Dad (Oreo Blizzard).
Peapod- where have you been all my life? Amazing! I think we should get married and have many grocery babies.
Just ordered groceries online for the first time. My "To Freaking Do" list (and my stress level) was just lowered astronomically. Thank you, Peapod.
Welcome to our lovely home, Influenza. Please leave soon.
Cannon: {sad voice} "I have a ditch (itch) in my throat. An I didn't even eat a ditch. It's djust dare."
Unfortunate incident with feathers and a hot glue gun
When was the last time you ate Top Ramen? Willingly.
Quote. From my five year old. While driving down hills in the Jeep. "My penis is crying." What does that meeeeeeeeeaaaan?!?!
Are all three year olds bipolar?
Lost: Hermit Crab. Where: Outside of House. When: Today. Answers to: Hermie. Description: Resembles a shell. Well, it is a shell... (sigh)
My throat is hurty. My yelling voice is broken.
Things I Never Thought I'd Say #2,893: No Cannon. I will not iron your underwear. (ever again)
Cannon - my THREE year old - just said "Mom. I HATE your hair that way. I like it squirrel-y (curly)." Now, he's singing "I hate your hair that way, your hair that way, your hair that way. I HATE your hair that way...." Anyone interested in adopting him. He's on the market....
Quirk you should know about me #1,037: I don't listen to voicemails. Ever. Just email me. Or text. (Current "new" voice mails on my phone = 16)
Things That Annoy Me #582: The phrase "Hit me up". What does that meeeaaaannnn?
We leave for OBX tonight and I haven't even begun to think about packing. The Type A in me is kicking the Type B in me's ass....
Teaching boys Paper, Scissors, Rock. After multiple losses, Cannon made a finger gun, said I'm "Shoot", shot our hands, jumped up and said "I won."
So much work to do and I can't stop downloading fonts. Is there a 12-step program for that?
I try to be calorically "good" but Diet Coke is SO not worth it....