Snow Day??..............Maybe?

Frankly we're all rather perplexed. School was called off today after a teaser of a 2 hour delay. We're assumming it's due to weather.........the only problem is that there is none. I always thought that a prerequisite for a "snow day" was, well, snow. Seems logical. I guess the school board doesn't feed into that same school of thought. So today we have enjoyed our "cold day" off of school doing things such as organizing our playroom, having an indoor picnic with all the premade lunches I spent time making this morning to send to school with my children, and whining and hitting each other a lot..........the kids hitting one another, not me hitting the children :) As for now, it is mandatory quiet time at the Morgan's and I'm soaking in the silence trying not to ponder the many errands I had planned for today that took a backseat when it became "too cool for school".........

Not so Update Update....

I finally got to talk with our case manager yesterday regarding our dossier (adoption paperwork in El Salvador for all you non-lingo-ers). I have been waiting for forever to hear from her but as I knew from the get-go, communication with her is quite slow. Anyway, she informed me that our dossier was "officially submitted" to the government in ES on November 9th and made it through the "pre-approval" process (which really means a whole lot of nothing other than someone purused it). However, it was then sent back to the attorney with 4 other dossiers to be basically reorganized.........they didn't like the order of the paperwork. So, he fixed all of that, got it recertified and resubmitted. I don't know what effect, if any, that snafoo will have on our wait time. I guess now we are for sure officially waiting to wait............Ahhhh, adoption. So many unknowns, so much wondering, so much waiting.

Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you: He rises to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for Him! Isaiah 30:18

Here we are, Lord! WE'RE WAITING!!

Beds Are Overrated...........

Last night as I prepared to get into the bed, I noticed a glow coming from Rhett's room. I went upstairs to check it out and this is what I found. After checking for a pulse, I ran to get my camera. I know a blog-worthy moment when I see one! This cracks me up because we just moved him to a "big boy" bed about a month ago and just about every night he points his finger at me and says in a whisper "Don't wet me get out my bed." As if reminding himself of what I tell him just before I leave him for the night. He must have forgotten our little talks last night.

He obviously spent a lot of time removing each item from his bed and strategically placing them around himself for the perfect palate. And, alas, leaving an empty bed. Who needs a bed anyway? Isn't it so much more fun to let your creative juices flow and create your own sleeping environment?
My parenting experiences have led me to believe that someone should create cages for big boy beds. It would cut out a lot of escapee drama.....................

Crieky! It's the Dark Knight of Gotham City!!!

Thanks to T and C the boys have their very own life-size superhero in their playroom. They thought it was the coolest thing ever when I got him on the wall. It took me a while to find a spot for him because he really is quite big!The boys were pulling out all of their fake karate moves and Batman stunts. Hopefully the Joker won't show up to have a final battle with our resident superhero. This will likely be the newest scapegoat for why the playroom stays so messy......

Thank You Toaster Strudel............

for my stylin' moustache.......

For All the People That Ask..............

Where did Rhett get that hair??? Well, here's your answer! Bobby sported the fro for many years and has now passed it down to his offspring, only in a lesser format. Rhett ended up with my texture which nicely offsets the curliness.How cute is this???!!!Bobby's mom had given me a shoebox full of pictures a few years ago and tonight we sat down and sorted through all of them. I ran across this one and was a bit freaked out at how much Rhett resembles Bobby at this age. The boys even thought this WAS a picture of Rhett. How funny! I need to get all of these into a scrapbook. Yeah, I'll start on that as soon as Rhett is older than 2 weeks in his first year book and when Cade gets past the age of 2.5 in our family album. Looks like it will be roughly 2015 before any of that happens. They've lasted for 27ish years already.........what's a few more :)

I Did It Because I HAD to............

I was made aware that Disney was planning to put Cinderella in the "vault" and you know what that means! You can't buy it anymore for, like, 10 years!!!! I just thought it would be a tragedy if baby girl had to wait 10 years to see such a classic. So, to mimimize the affliction she would face, I picked it up on my latest Target stop. One more thing, waiting patiently, in the dark recesses of my closet.........................

My Favorite Card

My friend, Danielle, sent this to me and I just keep re-reading it because it makes me laugh every time. The inside: "Pearl looked around for the flag, then realized with horror that the sound was coming from her arm-dangle." HAAAHAAAHHAA

Which is why, folks, I am at the gym doing the tricep press and kickbacks..................

They Say it's All Downhill From Here........

Yesterday I hit the big 3-0! I know. You can hardly believe it. I had a hard time believing it myself. All these years I thought I was 23 and just yesterday I found out it wasn't true. I had an unexpected visitor yesterday that just made my day! Around 10:45 my mom came over. That wasn't out of the ordinary........however, her behavior was really strange. She kept looking out the window and pacing around the kitchen. Also, I think I'm going to give my mom the quote of the day for my 30th birthday. After asking me about how it felt to be thirty and hearing my comment she said, "Well..........today is Elvis' birthday, too. And look at him........He's dead. So, you should be thankful!" I just cracked up. Anyway, back to the visitor. At 11 the doorbell rang and there was my sister!!!! I had no idea she was coming and I had just said a couple days ago that I wished she lived closer so we could have lunch on my birthday. It was so nice to have her here and to be able to have a bit of "girl time" with our mom. Thanks, Trac for driving all the way here to go to Stoveworks!
Mom made me a strawberry cake with buttercream icing.......Yummy. We came to our house and ate cake after a nice dinner at Jeffrey's with my parents and Bobby's parents.
As at all birthdays since having children, I had extra help blowing out the candles. This is a commemorative picture of me wishing that my metabolism doesn't slow dramatically and that I won't be forced to wear "mom jeans" while I'm shopping at Coldwater Creek. Maybe all that happens at your 40th birthday now since 30 is the new 20 or whatever they always say on the Today show.............. All joking aside, I am very thankful that I'm celebrating another year. Thirty or fourty or fifty.......whatever. I am happy, healthy and blessed and I wouldn't trade any of my years. My twenties gave me lots of fun, a wonderful husband, a beautiful home, and three spectacular boys. I'm looking forward to what my thirties hold in store for me!!

Just a Pinch of Salt and a Dash of Pepper......

or a PILE of salt and a HEAP of pepper. Whichever you choose. I have learned my lesson many times over with this number three child..........You cannot leave him alone for any length of time. No matter how well you think you have prepared the area, there is always something for him to get into. I walked up on him and noticed what he had done. Luckily, I had already had my camera out and it was lying close by. Before he took note of me I snapped him in action. That way I could have proof before he looked at me with that precious face and said, "I not do it, mommy. I not." He says that often (of course, always in a fib). "Rhett! What are you doing???" His face is, "Oh, hello Mother. Are you speaking to me? Is that a direct question that requires an answer or merely a rhetorical one?"
This is my entire, new black pepper can and a shaker of salt that was full. All to waste. My vaccum is now well seasoned.
I need a third eye to be watchful with. Not really, God. I know you could do it for me but in reality that would be really weird.............