All Aboard the Crazy Train!!!

It's your lucky day.  Why you ask?  Because you're in for a collection of pictures that have been sitting in the Howard Vault. Or more commonly known as "my phone". 

TOOT!! TOOT!! The Crazy Train is boarding!  So quit pretending you have "more important things" to do.  We all know you don't have anything going on.    



"I gots a beaver in my diaper. I takin' him for a ride." ~Bryn

Yes. Yes, Bryn, you do.  And I'm leaving this one alone.  You can insert your own "beaver" joke here. 





Here's the set up on this gem....

I am a mom.  I don't know the meaning of "sleeping like a rock."  I can hear a mouse fart at 3 in the morning.  So, when I wake up to start my day at 5:15AM, and the previous night was uneventful, I ASSUME things are all good in the Howard house.

Alarm goes off.  It's sorta light out.  Sorta dark.  I crawl outta bed.  Feet hit the carpet.  I sleepily shuffle around the bed to walk out the door to head downstairs.  When all of a sudden,  my feet hit this "object".

HOLY HELL!!!!!!  I can't tell you what my body looked like, but if I had to guess, I'd say Chuck Norris would be jealous of the moves I did.  Seriously...how the hell she crawled outta her bed, opened her door, and walked into my room without me waking up, is beyond me.  Apparently, SHE is quieter than a mouse fart.






"I hidin', Mommy!!" ~ Bryn

Nope.  Couldn't find her.  The blanket did me in.  I can't imagine how hard it would be to find her if that blanket was made outta camo.







I am guessing this has to be one of the "Top 5 Reasons" to get an Irrigation System.  Our yard looks wonderful.  Not to mention the money we are now saving on baby wipes and toilet paper.  I like things that are multi-functional. 

Here's something that will really get everyone talkin'!  A VIDEO!!  Yes.  A video.  I figured out how to get a video onto this blog.  That in itself deserves a medal. But, most importantly, I think we should all just sit back and applaud me for capturing this.  Yes, I had to lie to get it.  And yes, that lie was to my kid.  Get over it.  I said an exta Hail Mary that night.  The Lord and I are cool. 

"I'm sorta too tired for supper." ~Brenen

You're SORTA tired?!? That's mildly stating it.  What do I do when he says he's "exhausted"?!  And here's a thought, why am I spending money on beds, or pillows, or blankets for these kids?!  They obviously are able to sleep anywhere.  And in any position.  I'm just getting these kids slabs of concrete to sleep on.  I guess I could upgrade to a high quality granite to give more of a "luxury" feel.




And, lastly, this:

I just like this picture of Brooklyn.  Ok.  The real reason.  If I didn't include a posting of all the kids, then I get to hear about how "unfair" it is. How I love the other kid more than the other.  And how I give more attention to the other ones.  And, seriously, I got shit to do.  Like work on this blog so I can give you people my attention and love.  How fair is that?!  :)