a day in the life...

picture this...flowood, 2010 (for all of you golden girls fans). i stop at target on the way home to pick up a few things. carlisle wakes up as soon as we hit the door and realizes she is in her carseat and that is not a cool place to be. enter meltdown #1. a few minutes later we are in the baby clothes dept. (no, i don't have enough self control not to stop, even when i'm in a hurry but i only bought one thing if you just have to know) and i hear lucy neal say "ooooh i want to try on this shirt." like i said, i heard it but just wasn't really paying attention. before i knew it i was looking down at a 3 year old in the middle of target, stripped down to her tinkerbell panties and attempting to put on a size 12 month onesie. i immediately grabbed the onesie from her, told her to get dressed and that we didn't have time for this. enter meltdown #2. keep in mind carlisle has been crying this entire time. nonstop. we leave target, in need of gas, but who actually stops for gas before their gas light comes on? i mean, not me. so i decide we can make it to carthage. the problem with that was the terrible wind/rainstorm we encountered b/t jackson and carthage that knocked out all the power in carthage. no gas in carthage. by now my gas light had been on for a few miles. so i turn the air conditioner off, and start praying that we make it the 12 miles to edinburg. for those of you that have never been to edinburg please don't go. it's not worth it. unless you really need to see the houses on stilts and fake deer right, amy? so we made it to edinburg, sweat and all and the one gas station doesn't take debit cards at the pump (of course). so i lock my sleeping babies in the car next to some very scary acting people, pay for my gas and we set off back home. meanwhile we are running late for vbs and lucy neal still isn't dressed. but we made it. thanks to some sweet people. lucy neal's sweet daddy that met us in the parking lot of the church with her shirt, the sweet people at vbs that fixed a plate for her, and my sweet friends that helped to comfort me when my nerves were shot. needless to say i was especially thankful last night after everything was said and done. thankful that i fought the urge to leave both children at target. thankful that we made it in the bad weather and didn't run out of gas. thankful that LN made it to vbs. and last but not least, thankful that i had a stash of wine in this dry town...

making changes

so, i have decided that the only way to remember what these precious two girls of mine have done is going to be to blog about it, since i have never written down one thing in a book about what lucy neal has done/said. and believe me there has been some pretty cute stuff. so starting tomorrow i am making time in my day to sit down and post every day about something that happened that day, whether it be good or bad, so stay tuned for some pretty entertaining stuff...