3 months :)

Isla is 3 months oooooold! And isn't she just a total peach? Ah, I love this girly so much.

What 3 months has brought us:

-I call her my super smiler. She smiles. A lot. And at everybody. Her smile lights up a room, its adorable. She does not, however, smile at Finn. She gives him a face that looks more like, "I'm tired of your antics, dude." That's my girl.

-She reaches and grabs things dangling in front of her. She's got pretty good aim, too. She also puts her hands in her mouth. All in all, I guess what I'm saying is, she found her hands and is figuring out what they do. Babies. So silly.

-She laughs at who-knows-what. I hear her laughing most often when she's left in a room by herself or I've turned around and no one is paying attention to her. She is obviously easily amused.

- She can ALMOST roll from her back to her tummy. Whaaat? Finn couldn't do that until he was like, 7 months old. Super star. She does it at night so she can sleep on her side.

-She has never really ever slept more than 4 hours at a time at night and she naps in 30 minute increments during the day. Tortuuuuuure.

Basically though, she's a fantastic, chubby little girl who squeaks and coos and does all the little baby things that I am totally eating up and loving.  

And Finn? He's almost TWO! And if you ask him how old he is, he holds up two fingers and says "twooooo" He'll be getting a detailed post in the next day or so because there are a few things he doesn't like sharing with his sister and those are: toys, pacifiers and blog posts.

But here's a picture of him "driving" a fire truck. BEST DAY EVER for this kid. He is obsessed with anything that has wheels so this was a big effing deal, yo. And he'll tell you all about it.

Finished!

Y'all are gonna get a photo dump today. TGIF!

I felt like I left the last post unfinished. Like, I know there was someone out there going, "Ummm...why didn't she put the rest of the house pictures up?! What a bitch"

And to that person I say, "First of all, don't be rude. Second of all...I totally understand. So here you go."

 Note the sleeping baby :) Our living room. BTW, we do have a TV. We're not totally Amish, I'm just standing next to it.

The beautiful bright hallway upstairs with the bedrooms.

The master bedroom. Definitely needs some pizazz, right? Not just a mega-huge mirror... We can't really do a headboard with the window...Pintrest, don't fail me now!!

The dining room!

There you go. I never leave a job unfinished!

Our House! Mostly..

I took a few pictures of the inside of our house. And stopped there. But hey! Progress!

So, we painted the WHOLE interior within a week of moving in. No more terrible tan walls.   It was no good.

I definitely went light and bright as far as colors were concerned. It makes the house look so much happier and bigger. Some might call it boring...I call it, screw you, its my house and it looks great.

But yeah, lots of taupes, and grey and cottage-y whites and all that. Very dreamy. Very HGTV worthy, too I might add.


We also painted the front door and took down all the decals the previous owners had put EVERYWHERE. They were so bad. Like, "Celebrate Life And Family And Faith And Jesus and Loving and Laughter And Etc. And So on and So Forth All The Time Always"...

...ok, we get it. You didn't need to plaster that on every wall. But that's ok. Don't worry about it. I took them all down literally one hour after getting the keys in my hands. That's how much I did not approve.

Anywho, moving in and everything went great, but we got the keys a week before we actually moved...the week that Finn, Ilsa and I were sick and Isla got her shots and Finn got an ear infection. Not the best week for packing and moving but we worked it out like a boss.

I digress, here's some stuff for ya:
Here's the outside!

This is the entry way (formerly a nice dark red that was actually not so nice.)

And the kitchen (with the fridge we had to buy at the last minute because the one we bought didn't fit. Whoops. Luke picked it out sans me, and I must say he did a great job). There's a dining room behind me. Use your imagination.

The kids' rooms (these were the only rooms that didn't get painted. I don't mind it so much. Not the best pictures and you can't see the cool pictures on the other walls but meh, you'll survive.

The laundry room that I painted a loooovely 'palm breeze' green that my camera isn't doing justice. Sigh. Love that place.

 

And finally a set of shelves. Important because this used to be the ugliest  built in bookshelf you ever did see. Like, terrible laminate, bad paint job. All that. Luke went to work with a sledge hammer and took down that beast and then re-drywalled. He's ah-mazing. I just decorate.

Backyard! Finn does our yard work (pantless) as you can see :)

There are more rooms that didn't get on this roll of film because kids are distracting and if Finn sees the camera he has to have it. Aaaaaaah.

Just like that.

But you get the idea. Totally awesome inside and out, baby.

What you don't see: Our living room with the 'kid's nook' (I put a shelf about halfway down the wall so they could reach their books and their play bins are underneath. Effin' genius over here, yo). The master bedroom, and our extra room that houses Luke's computer, my sewing table/machine and any guests we may be entertaining (currently Luke's parents).

Fantabulous!

A Quick Comparison...

 

Cheeks, nose, lips, chin, big blue eyes and no hair. Check, check, checkity-check. I guess they might just be siblings after all...

Keep It Together

Most days (as of late) my main goal is to try a keep my sh*t together. I don't want to be one of those moms that looks like life is totally eating her up. I try and keep my cool, keep the kids, I don't know, dressed, fed and relatively polite and presentable...Like, I want people to look at me and say, 'damn, she handles life with two kids like a pro'.

It's a lofty goal to be sure...


I try to have my diaper bag always packed and ready but I always manage to forget someone's diaper or run out of wipes or forget juice or formula. It makes for interesting outings everyday when I find out what exactly flew under my radar (usually its a diaper when one of them has a major poopsplosion).

In other words, my mind is a total dumping ground right now, but I try not to let it show.

And then today hits. We're at the library and Finn runs into a bookcase and splits his lip open (why do we go to the library ever? Its a total drama-fest every time. And not in a good way. But he always has so much fun in between drama-ramas.) (Also, Finn needs to look where he's going). Some lady offered to take Isla for me while I patched him up and only in the MIDDLE of patching him up did I think, 'Shoot, I just passed my baby off to a relative stranger. Meh, she looked legit."

He recovered asap and we played a while longer.

And then as I'm trying to get dinner ready Finn comes in handing me his blanket declaring, 'Mess! Mess!'.

Oh by the way, it was covered in poo.

So was his stuffed dog.

So was his toy box (it needed to hosed down. Kill me now).

At that moment, I didn't care if anyone (anyone!) saw me totally disheveled scraping poo off of things and being, well...not so totally together.

Don't get me wrong, there was no yelling or crying or anything like that on my part (its actually a rare day I lose my cool outwardly...) but on the inside, I was totally planning my escape to somewhere with Isla. Why Isla? Because she was sleeping calmly through all of this and frankly, I totally respect that.

Thanks girly.


No, I will never be able to wear my bangs down again after that dipwad hairdresser ruined them. Also, not the best picture but Isla is so freaking chub-tastic I couldn't resist...

 Oh, and Finn. I love you too, poop monster :)

Next up: I promise I'll tell everyone about our new house and even include pictures!

Ketchup, Catsup, Catch Up...

What you've missed:

Isla. She turned two months! Weighing in at a fantastic 11 pounds 3 oz, she was solidly in the 60th percentile for height and weight. My little chunkalunk :)

She is a super smiler. When she's not fussing about something she's smiling about everything. It makes up for the fussing in a big way. And melts my heart. Le sigh :)

She's not much of a sleeper yet, unless I'm holding her. But lets face it, you'd sleep better if I were holding you, too, so lets not judge too harshly.


The day she had her shots I knew Finn wasn't feeling well, but I decided to ignore it and hope he got better. He didn't. I drove down to the pediatrician in Pleasant Grove twice that day because it turns out he had another ear infection. The best part? Isla woke up from her nap feeling cranky. Like, real bad. And she happened to wake up in such a mood while I was holding Finn down on a table as he kicked and screamed because he didn't want the doctor to look in his ear. It was definitely the pits.

But yeah, its gotta be one of my prouder moments...Finn flailing and screaming and Isla being handed over to a nurse because she was also flailing and screaming.

I did not flail, nor did I scream. Kids: 0, me: 1. Boo ya.

House. We bought one! I didn't tell anyone (basically) until we had the keys in our hands because I'm superstitious like that. But the details on this sucker is: 2200 sqft, 4 bedrooms, 3 (full!) baths, huge yard and great neighborhood in Springville.

I truly love it and cannot wait to start gardening like the little old lady I am. I also can't wait for it to be repainted. My mom (the painter, extraordinaire) has already tackled 2 rooms in the 3 days we've been here. The whole interior is set to be repainted because ermagerd, the painting inside was turrible. Red accent walls are so bad. Red accent walls are worse when they're painted slapdash-edly...which, incidentally is how they painted the rest of the house too.

I love my huge laundry room (and hellloooo, my new stainless steel washer/dryer...be still, my heart), aka my new sanctuary (also, soon to be painted).

Luke loves that he has a backyard to work in and a lawn mower and manly crap like that.

Isla loves the ceiling fans throughout.

As for Finn, he's really proud of his new room and can't wait to show it to you.

He's also mastered the word 'mmm no'...like a sassy, confident way to say 'no'...because thats how he rolls. He usually says it first just to prove a point, then he'll tell you what he really means. Conversations of late:

Hey Finn, do you have a dirty diaper?

Mmm no. Uh, yes. I pooooo.

Yeah, thats what I thought, kid.

Seriously. So cute. This was the day after his ear infection debacle. He looks a little disheveled...

Blergh...

645am:

Hey, Brit, drink this...

(I'm not awake quite yet)

Hmmm...what? Ok. Blergh! That's disgusting, what is it?!

Nyquil...

...but its morning! I need to get up! Now I'm going to be all sleepy.

Exactly. Gooo baaack to sleeeeeep.
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Thanks Luke, for taking the morning off so I could PTFO and feel better :)