Let my People Go!

Most people love Fridays. I don’t. I hate them. or have an extreme dislike for them. Fridays are our Mondays. At this moment both of the babies are sleeping. Morgan starts work tonight at midnight and Emily plans on testing me for the rest of the day, so she’s resting in preparation. Fridays always seem like a long long long day.The only good thing about Fridays is that ever second one is payday! But thats about it. AND once I’m done paying bills payday isn’t all that grand either. Although I have a new budgeting system that is working out really well. I’m happy to say we actually lived on a budget for a whole month. I would love to be saving bazillions of dollars every month, but living on a budget is good enough for me. It took alot of work, but I’m really happy about it. I think this is the first payday in quite a while that I wasn’t frustrated paying bills and seeing all the moolah disappear.

Anyone want to buy a toddler? How about one who is unbelievable cute. Great Vocabulary. Eats well. Sleeps for about 13 hours a night. Tests everything her Mommy and Daddy say. Somewhere withing the last couple weeks Emily’s feet grew 1 whole size and her desire to be independent grew 3 sizes. Suddenly she hanging off the ceiling yelling NO NO NO NO NO! Or at breakfast “I don’t want cheerios. I don’t like them! It’s gross”. Or in the living room “I not touching the stereo Mommy” while she reaches for my ipod. AHHH. Its not that she’s being so awful, but its that crazy smile that goes along with her hand as she reaches for whatever it is she knows she cant touch. All that at the same time as she is being adorable and making me sing with her and read books all day. Emily’s favorite song is Bubbly by Colby Callait. We have to sing it all day and Em demands that I take her upstairs to watch it on “Mytube”. My favorite thing she has been doing is praying. Morgan prays with her before bed and they have been praying for Wendy Lutton and my Grama. She prays “Dear Jesus. Help Wendy(or Grama).Get better. Amen.” Over and over. Or sometimes she prays”Dear Jesus. Help Wendy. Good Food. Amen”.

Here is another clip from the best ever/worst ever audition from American Idol. This is another song I constantly have stuck in my head. Musical assault!