The Wheels on the Go Kart Go Round n' Round

We Have the Need for Speed

I'm sure this comes as no shock to anyone; we are ALWAYS busy! There are soccer games and practice to attend, doctor appointments, playtime with friends, schoolwork, bottle feedings, YMCA free swim, school events, naptime, laundry, dishes, house chores, church, violin practice, grocery shopping, family fun time, etc, etc, etc.


On Sunday, we drove to Mom Mom Worthington's to drop Mason off for the night and into Monday. He loves staying with Mom Mom and Aunt Jessica (AJ). By the time we picked up Bubbles from her weekend with her Mom's family and drove to the Edgewood area, it was after 7 PM. By the time we came home, it was after 9 PM and time for bed. I knew we weren't going to have time for dinner. I didn't want to waste money we didn't have buying fast food and not eat healthy. So, we brown bagged it for dinner. Even Mason had his very own bag filled with bottles. I labeled each bag with a 2 word description to make it more fun.

In school everyone equated brown bags to being an uncool thing. Gosh, were we ever mistaken! These brown bags are awesome!

Rainbow Brite

For those of you who never knew why I called Morgan RB (Rainbow Brite), now you do. She loves color whether it's in her shoes, shirts, or make-up. Don't worry! The pink is only temporary so it won't ruin her pretty hair. Hey, her and Mason have the same hair color aside from the pink stripes. She sent me a few more pictures below of her transformation. Enjoy!

All Work and No Play

Mason is making sure Mommy stays focused on school work.

Mason taking a little break from all his hard work.

My Sleeping Babies

Steve was the one who got up with Mason throughout the night. It was the first time I did not have to get up for feedings or diaper changes. Mason woke at 4:30 AM this morning and did not go back to sleep. Look what has happened to the early birds by mid afternoon. What a bunch of sissies!

Our First Family Photo

Here is the first Fowler Family photo. I can't seem to size the picture correctly. I made several attempts to upload this picture as a gadget in our profile. However whenever it uploaded, Bubbles was caught off along with half of Steve's body. Does anyone know how to size the photo so it will fit in our profile section? I would like to shave off the left side, but not the right.

You May Enter, But You Can Never Leave!

A BIG thank you to Mom and Aunt Donna for purchasing the Crib Tent II for Mason. As Steve was putting it together, some of our cats surrounded the tent and wanted so desperately to get inside of it, but couldn't. THAT'S THE POINT! You can't my furry four legged friends. Saige and Jasmine demonstrates the purpose of the tent above. Look how well it keeps out the stuffed animal. Mason will be able to sleep in peace as the cats are bouncing off the tent. HAHAHAHA!

A Father's Love

Normally, I'm in charge of lunches for Steve, the girls, and I. However, Steve has been making them when he has time so I don't have to do it when I get home from work. What a sweety! This was the lunch he packed for RB for school last Friday. I wanted to share this with everyone because I thought it was absolutely adorable. The action of loving someone is obvious when a birthday present is wrapped extra nice or when your partner brings home flowers, or when someone holds the door open for you. RB's lunch, to me, was an action of love. Steve made sure everyone food group was included, veggies were nicely trimmed, grapes were throughly washed, and he filled her drink jug with one of her favorites. The girls and I just stood back after dumping the contents and sighed. Bubbles said that Steve did good and it was the cutest moment for the girls and I. Little did he realize that RB is not allowed to take plastic containers to school, there is no refrigerator available to hold her lunch so the yogurt would have been too soupy to consume, RB will not eat the veggies, brown lunchbags aren't as cool as they once were, and it's probably not any cooler to print "RB" on the outside of the brown bag.

To my Schmoopy - Regardless if you almost had your daughter beat up in school for carrying a paper bag (KIDDING), the girls and I love you. You are a wonderful Father to them and everything you do shows that you love them with everything you have, even when you must show tough love. You are the total opposite of today's Father figure...while most of them don't want anything to do with their children, you are always there. This is one of the many reasons why I love you and why you are going to be, yet again, a wonderful Father to our itsawhatzit.

Duh!

Over the weekend, Steve and I played around with our newly purchased Quicken Deluxe software. We spent a quiet evening loading income, entering mortgage/car/credit card debt, etc., and logging all the cash we had in the house. This task lead us to counting all the loose change and dollar bills in our money jug. I don't know how accountants do it because after a few short hours, we were exhausted. The very next day after cleaning, we had a few hours to relax before picking up RB and Bubbles so we decided to watch some TV. However, we couldn't find the Direct TV remote control. We searched everywhere, but were unsuccessful.

Guess what I found in my satchel while rummaging through it today at work, 2 days later?

I guess this means it's time to clean out my bag. Who knows what else I have in there?

I scream, you scream, we all scream for pudding!

Who loves pudding? WE DO!