Who's idea was it to have THREE kids in October??!!

Birthday parties.  Two words that make me want to vomit.  Literally.  Those two words leave me feeling sick to my stomach.  Birthday parties.  It comes once a year......every year.................October. My three little blessings (thanks for that term Cori) were born within 8 days of each other, TWO on the same day.  It seemed simple enough in the beginning.  Perfect really.  One big party for all three kids.  That ship has sailed.

Sam wants a sleepover with her closest 15 friends. (point gun at head and pull trigger) There is no way I am having 16 girls in my house and rooms at the Marriott are too expensive.  I told her no.  James wants to have another party here at our house with the tractor, apple bobbing, pumpkin decorating and Ben............our horse.  Awwww......that was a great party James.  I will cherish the memories of that party until the day I die but.......... I don't think I can bring our sweet Ben back from the grave.  (Every time we talk about Ben not coming home it leads to tears and nightmares so I still haven't told him no yet) Ava doesn't care.  She seriously has no idea what the fuss is all about.  Its October...........we have a birthday party for Sam and James..........who cares??  Oh Ava........I am so sorry you are the last child and I forgot to tell you all of those parties were for you too.  Please forgive me and I swear on your 16th birthday I will buy you the safest newest model of the Honda Civic I can afford.  She's so tolerant.

So in order to make this October like every other October I have decided to have another baby.  Yep....thats right....a baby.  Diapers, formula, bottles, wipes.......the whole shizam.  I just wouldn't know what to do with myself if October came and went and I didn't have a newborn baby in my arms.  Her name is Marley and she is the beautiful offspring of two friends of ours ;)  I will now be her proud nanny 5 days a week.  Am I crazy? (You have to be asking yourself this by now) No.  I absolutely LOVE babies.  I adore them.  I adore them even more when my vagina doesn't have to be stitched up afterwards and someone picks them up at 5pm. In all seriousness babies are amazing and I feel so blessed that these two people have trusted me with their precious little miracle.  I do not however know how I am going to get over the name Marley and how I automatically think of a Labrador and Owen Wilson.  God I hope she doesn't have his nose.  Well.........I guess thats not my problem.

Fall cant get here soon enough.  I am ready to take on all that it has to offer.  Football, chili, fire pits.....my precious Uggs that are still holding strong.  I absolutely wouldn't have it any other way.  As long as I can remember that it is the small things in life that are going to be remembered by me.......and only me.  The smiles, the laughter the moments that I share with these four people inside these walls.  Those are the things that matter.  Everything else is just icing on the birthday cake ;)