Quick Blog before Swamp People!

It's been awhile since I've blogged. I've been so sick lately but I'm feeling better now--yay! Birdie didn't know what to do when she crawled after mom and mom was "spitting up" in the toilet. Hmm... Ewww. I know. BR and I were terrified that I was pregnant again but alas, not so. Too much, too soon.

BR's not going to the City of Lights/Love. He chickened out. No, I don't really know why. He felt like it was too last minute and while our church isn't suffering financially, we are striving to be fiscally responsible and BR didn't feel like he was being so to just jump into a trip with not much preparation, mostly for the experience on the church's dime. A collective "awwww, isn't he a great guy?" rings out. Yes, let the public believe what they will. :)

The other night, we were all (minus Birdie-she was in bed already) cuddling on the couch and I asked Beatle what she thought of our marriage. After a painful and eye-opening review, she had BR and I shaking with laughter. It was one of those times (like the church giggles) where you know if you breathe, you are in for it because it would just be a gasp and the jig would be up. Beatle was talking about how it drives her crazy when we..."What's that word when you pinch and poke someone?" "Goose?" I offered. "Yes! I hate goosing! It reminds me of whoosing and kids whoose all the time at school without a license...blah, blah, blah" She just kept going on about this "whoosing without a license" business and it was burning her up inside. We were dying!

Birdie's pulling up more and more. It's a matter of time before she starts "cruising" along the furniture. She's only just now 8 months! This is so much earlier than Beatle.

In true Roberts child fashion, Birdie is a happy, healthy baby until just days before we go home and see my mother then, like her older sister, something exceptionally traumatic happens that leaves a battlescar like some sort of cry for help from my dingy, careless parenting. Wonderful. Birdie was riding on one of those cars kids can pull up behind and push as well. Beatle and I were scooting her back and forth outside and all having fun but Beatle pushed her too hard and her legs kicked up and then she flew forward. Whew! That was a close one. "Beatle, don't push her that hard. Easy, please." I pleaded. A few more times and that plea went out the window; now my 8-month-old has road rash on her face and we're in OK by Thursday night. Awesome.

We're working on organizing our pictures. Yikes! What a chore. It's fun but it's a chore nonetheless. Sifting through those, it's easy to see many things: 1) we're a fun family and we've done some fun things 2) Birdie looks so much like Beatle! 3) time goes so fast!!!