Hey there.

I have so much to write about like Emmas birthday. and her party.
Also, My heart break.

But I just don't feel ready.
I had plans to sit down and write everything out, Link some photos of Emma's Birthday, Talk about my beautiful 5 year old and the changes I've seen in her. And maybe a bit about how Sophia is a walker now... I know!! A WALKER!!

But, I'm not feeling it today. In fact, I'm not feeling much of anything right now.
I'm okay, just not feeling like expressing anything yet. I want to keep some things for just myself a bit longer.

Can you hear me? Over.

Matt bought Emma walkie talkies a few months ago. And for the past few days Emma and I have been playing with them. These walkie talkies are so great. We live on the second floor and I had to go to the basement to get laundry last night, Emma told me to being my walkie with me when i went down there. I didn't think they would work but all of a sudden I head "Mom, are you okay?". I was so suprised!! and it was so cute.


I figured I would take advantage of these great toys. I and I told Emma she could keep one in bed with her and I would keep the other. This way if she got scared or needed some crazy demand met she wouldn't have to get out of bed. (this is great because she will find any reason to get up and walk around)
Little did I know it would add to the list of my favorite memories.


Me- Emma, can you hear me?.
Emma-  Yes mom
Me- Love you, goodnight.
Emma- Mom, I love you more then hershey kisses.
Me- I love you more then Ice cream.
Emma- I love you more then horses.

Horses??? that one made me laugh.
Em is so friggin cute I can't even take it!



First thing this morning too I hear my walkie ring and Emma's sleepy voice "Mom, I'm awake, are you awake?"  <3 <3 <3

Emma's answer of the day.

Emma, where do babies come from?

your tummy.


How do they get in there?

You go to the baby doctor and they put them in.

How do they come out?

They roll out... or crawl out, of your tummy

Michelle and the Terrible, Horrible, No good very bad day.

Today was a Terrible, Horrible, no good, very bad day.

First thing is morning Sophia leaped from the bed. As In, She lunged forward over Emma’s head into the guard railing, knocking the railing over and onto the floor and smacking her head on the way down.

After Emma and I comforted poor daredevil Evil Kenevil Sophia, she said “oooooowwww” in her cute little baby voice which made us all laugh. 

The next horrible thing to happen was, Toothpaste cap in the TOILET!!! There is no logical reason this actually happened. It was a series of unfortunate events that landed that cap in the toilet. It slipped out of my hand then bounced off the sink; I went to grab it and instead punched it right into its final destination.

I did however take a picture of it to send it to Matt and Jess. Jess was sorry for my loss.

It helped.

Next, no good very bad thing to happen was I noticed in my confirmation email from Walmart.com that my order was going to the wrong address. Instead of whatever3 it was going to whatever6 (which is pretty far down the road). I don’t know if any of you have had to try to contact walmart.com… but its friggin impossible. I have a feeling contacting Osama would be easier, well…. Not so much anymore. But maybe even still!!!

FINALLY I get in touch with someone after 30 minutes and “I’m sorry we can’t help you.”

Really, you can call down to the warehouse where it is and have them change the 3 to a 6, OR change it in the computer? It’s not like it was shipped yet.

But then the girl told me I could cancel my order, and I’d get a refund in 3-5 business days. Fine, let’s do that. “Oh, I’m sorry; I can only cancel 2 of your items the other 3 will have to be shipped”

So what the eff is going to happen to the other 3 items? Well apparently when the items come I can just refuse delivery and it will be sent back to Wal-Mart and I will get my refund… How am I supposed to refuse delivery when it’s going to NOT MY HOUSE you may ask… yeah I asked the same thing.

What is really going to happen is they are going to be shipped to said wrong address, and those people may or may not keep my items, Because if a bunk bed shows up at your house, fully paid for would you send it back?... maybe. I have to wait for this stuff to be delivered to the wrong house and then call wallmart.com, try to reach a real person and verify I in fact did not get the stuff I ordered that was sent to not my house.

……And then reorder everything and hope I get it ….someday! (yeah, we will see)

I was so mad at the end of talking to this girl and then she asks (and I’m sure they have to, but really?) “Did we meet your needs and expectations today?”  Are you for real?

No you egg sucking monster of a useless person, you did not! My needs were far from met and my expectations, well actually I don’t expect much from Wal-Mart and this just helps cement my deeply rooted hate for all things Wal-Mart. So what if they have supper yummy cheesy bread sticks and delicious cheesecake. I think I will stick Target and be the stuck up Target snob that I am thank you very much.

After that Horrible wal-mart interaction I have to rush my ass to Emma's school to pick her up. And Sophia is on a rampage and does not want to be held, doesn't want to stand up, only crawl around on the dirty school floor. (Hello every sickness ever, here is your invitation into my house). 

While Sophia is doing her baby thing on the floor, I can hear in Emma's class they are singing there goodbye song and lining up, that is when Sophia goes and hits her head on the floor, in front of everyone, And Starts screaming like a little baby banshee. 

I don't think these people are going to award me "Best Mom" at the end of the year. However maybe they will all pitch in and by me a nice bra. 

In other news, I have one week to get everything packed and ready to move and Finish my criminal justice final. Lets hope tomorrow brings better days.

P.s.

As I was ending this blog, Sophia head butt me in the mouth. I now have a fat lip bloody lip.

Is it bed time yet?