One gross thing at McDonalds

I'm passionate about health and nutrition. I'm not so passionate about fast food....and actually, it's kind of a cuss word in our home:). I'm proud to say that my boys have never eaten at McDonalds...that is, until recently.

Liam and I were running errands together and we passed by McDonalds. Liam has stopped asking if we can go inside (he desperately wants to play on the play ground) because my response is always "we don't eat there, it's gross". But today as we passed by he said (with a tear in his voice), "Mommy, can I PLEASE just have one gross thing at McDonalds??"

I absolutely caved.

I have a hard time saying no to this child as it is. I'm not sure what it is about him...his charming little grin perhaps...or maybe the fact that he is the sweetest little thing I've ever known..there's not a single bad bone in his body. 

So there I was, turning the car around to head back to Micky-D's to get him "one gross thing". As I pulled into the parking lot I caught myself looking around to make sure no one I knew might catch a glimpse of me buying my child this godforsaken food:). Like I was a horrible parent or something.

As my child devoured the tiny cheeseburger in the back seat, I couldn't help but grin at his enjoyment. And the price wasn't bad either. $2 for lunch, you can't beat that.

So there it is, my middle child has now eaten at McDonalds....I think we're truly Americans now.

Here We Go!

This is the beginning of my blogging. A new world for me, but something I feel I need to do. For my sanity:), your ammusment, and to celebrate my crazy life as a wife, mommy, friend, and animal fanatic...writing about how I make them all work together for good;). Welcome to my very unreligious, uncensored thoughts. 

So here we go!!!!!

I'm a wife to my inhumanly (is that a word?) loving husband. I honestly don't understand how absolutely disgustingly perfect he is. My only explanation is that God designed him to love me, only me. To love every single cell of my being, and at all times. I'm telling you, this man is amazing. He knows what I'm thinking before I say it, and is always open minded, open hearted and ready to listen. He gives the best advice, and ALWAYS has an answer to any question...whether it be about politics, love, or parenting..he knows his stuff. He's a walking dictionary (which totally sucks when making a bet on a definition of a word, he's always right), and he can tell you anything you want to know about anything in the Bible.

Before I met him, I made a "list" of the things I wanted in my future husband. On our first date it was as if he had stolen my list and memorized everything, almost purposely going down the check list for me. I couldn't believe it, it was a miracle:). At that moment, no one could convince me that God doesn't give us what we want. That He doesn't want us to have the desires of our hearts. He made my man with every detail of what my heart wanted. (and what my eyes wanted too!) Don't get me wrong, I'm vain:), I had specific physical details on my list. 

During our courtship (I hate that word, but for shits and giggles I get to use it, it's my blog anyway!) I felt like a complete spoiled Daddy's girl. (God being my Daddy of course) He gave me everything on my "man list" and to this day, still surprises me with new exciting things about my husband. He shows me more layers that he has hidden for my enjoyment:).

So thats the beginning. The forward for my blog. We have three beautiful boys, rowdy boys. They love life and are full of life. They make my life crazy and insanely fun. This is our life.

Last night Liam and Nate went to the Monster Truck show with Daddy. This afternoon they went to see the Backyardigans with my mom and dad. From Monster Trucks to Backyardigans, thats how we roll.:)

Nate informed us that the Backyardigans are for 4 years olds, and since he's 7, he's WAY too old to be watching them....but being the sweetie that he is, he went along for the ride and actually seemed to enjoy himself. Go figure....

Evan and I are absolutely exhausted because we just got a new dog who insists on pacing through the house at night. He obviously thinks we can't handle things on our own, he needs to be aware at all moments...incredibly irritating to say the least.

Finally we decided that something needs to be done about this, we can't spend our days exhausted when we have three little bodies scurrying all around us constantly needing something. Evan decided he's going to tie the dog to his arm and have him sleep next to him on the floor by the bed.:) uummmm....I think we may have to just invest in a new dog crate...

So here I go...put the boys in the bath, feed the baby, walk the dogs, maybe even have an extra minute to check email or ooohhh facebook!:) All this in the next hour....here we go....