Saturday.

It's been a few days since I have written. Sick kids and a sick momma will put a kink in your blogging world. My kids were just starting to slide into home and woooom I woke up with the stomach bug Thursday morning. Nice. Nothing like feeling like you would like to crawl under a rock and die and still having to take care of 3 kids. We made it through the 24 hour bug and in fact, I welcomed the stomach to me, and just kind of called it a weight loss bonus (LOL). Anyways, we are all good to go this morning (knock on wood) and plan on getting out of the house today. I did not win the lotto last night, which sucks considering I was already planning on it and had magazine pages dog eared on all the good crap I was going to buy. Not really; that would make for a sad, sad life. As I am drinking my first Herbalife shake since Wednesday morning, it is going down rather hard, but I'm going to do it.

Can anyone guess how many boxes I got packed this week? If you guessed zero, you would be right! I have already packed a bunch up and it is to that point that almost the rest of the house has to be packed the day of moving day. I know I have said it before, but I am so friggin excited about getting a new house!!! For the first time in many years, I will have a porch and for the first time EVER, we will have a FENCED yard for the kids!!! The fenced yard was a must considering our Middleton Crue (what we call Crue since he's the middle kid.. not Kate) runs away. Yes, he's a runner; not long ago we were packing and Cash and I were playing a joke on Crue and he got mad at us and left... I watched out the door where he was going and he went across the street to the Lucero's, knocked on the door and hollered, "Robin, help me!" hahahaha I was literally LMFAO as he was doing this. No one was home, but he was convinced he was NOT coming home; we took the trash to the dumpster and Crue had made himself at home, just sitting on their porch. It took some bribing, but we got him to come home. Needless to say, this is why our Middleton has to be in a fenced perimeter.

My crazy girl Bryn is rolling all over the place now. We have surpassed that point where she can just lay on the couch and be a 'good baby'; now she has to lay in the floor because as soon as I lay her down she just gets to rolling! By the way she is wiggling around once she gets on her belly, I am guessing crawling is going to be sooner rather than later. She is still 4 months old; well she will be 5 months old next Friday, but still, to me she is still a tee tiny baby.

I am going to talk about one member of the family I have yet to talk about: Charlie Dog Hayes. He is half chihuahua half boston terrier; looks more like Derek. He is almost 5 years old and he is our oldest kid. Derek surprised me with him when I was pregnant with Cash. I remember that day so well because Derek had called on his way home from work saying he had gotten me a surprise. Well, knowing Derek, I knew that it had to be a dog, so when he pulled up to the house and got out holding this tiny puppy I got kind of excited for just a second until I realized the puppy was a BOY. I immediately started bawling, saying, "He's a boy!" I was so upset that Derek had got me a male dog. I don't know why; must have been the large quantities of pregnancy hormones, or that fact that I never wanted a male dog. Anyways, 5 years later and Charlie is still around, fatter than ever, and literally the BEST dog a family could have for kids. The first morning after we had brought Cash home from the hospital, Char jumped up on the couch, dropped a ball at Cash's feet, ready to play. He sleeps with the boys every night. He's a good dog, and even though I always say he annoys me, I will be sad and cry worse than the day I got him whenever he dies. I can't wait until the day I walk into Bryn's room and she has Char all dressed up in doll clothes and has her bows on him.

If I wasn't in kind of a time crunch, I would totally write a story this morning. I am in a total story writing mood, but the washing machine just finished and the shower is calling my name. However, I am not going to promise anything, but I may sit down tonight and write a story. All my stories are fiction and have no relation to my life, I just LOVE writing stories. I have folders and folders of stories that I wrote from whenever I was a kid.