My entire family had family pictures taken not too long ago.

Mom, Dad, and all six kids

The photographer was really great and did a good job. On her website she put up some of our family pictures as display photos and Shenzie’s was one of them. Not only is she on the website, but she is also on the Maternity and Newborn flyer that she passes out. So cute.

She’s famous and doesn’t even know it!

9 Months Down.

So they say.

For some reason my math doesn’t quite add up.  44 pounds up….32 pounds down…9 months gone by….Ummmm. Houston, we have a problem.  Good thing I had Gestational Diabetes…I shudder to think of how much weight I would have gained (and not lost) otherwise.

All well worth it.

Shenzie and Heaten have three new cousins on the way. Baby Girl will be here in a few weeks, Haylee Lynn will be here in August, and Baby Boy will be here in October. Last weekend we had Stacey and Haylee’s baby shower. Since Stacey is the little Princess of our family we had a princess showered theme. I made the invitations and guest book.

There’s going to be a new Princess in town, It’s time for Stacey to hand down her crown.

Last night I watched the babies birth video and a video of their first months. Man, it is amazing how much I’ve already forgotten. Their little lamb cries were so cute. Their little scrawny arms and legs….now they have thunder thighs and buddha bellies. They were so tiny with full heads of hair.

Shenzie Weather Echo Barr

Heaten Grey Myrick Barr
I’m not baby hungry by any stretch of the imagination, but I can’t wait to hold the new tiny little babies and hear their tiny little cries again. There is nothing more precious than a newborn baby and their newborn smell. Yum!

More Baby shower photos found here.

We have our first word!

This morning we were all lying in bed waking Daddy up when Heaten said Dada. What a surprise! It was so cute and sweet. Anytime I say Dada he gets a huge grin on his face and gets all excited so I know he knows who Dada is. He then said it a couple of more times and while laying in his crib babbling to himself before he fell asleep for his nap he was dada happy. Dada, dadadada, adadadad. We could hear him on the monitor downstairs and we were both cracking up. Yay! Heaten’s first word.

Shenzie, it’s your turn!

It’s over. I must move on. I must let go. *Sniffle Sniffle, Cry Cry*

Yesterday my beloved Canon Digital Rebel bit the dust. I am seriously WAY more upset about this than getting rid of Gallager! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVEd my camera and now it is no more. What will I do if I can’t take 50 pictures a day. I might go stark raving mad and that will NOT be pretty.

Apparently the mirror lockup broke and it will cost over $200 bucks to fix it. Eh. Typically this camera has a click life of 20,000 - I am at 13,000. If it lasts until 20,000 I might be able to use it another 8 months or so which really isn’t worth spending the money to fix. So guess what?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

I get a new camera! Who0t! Canon Digital XTi here I come!  10.1 megapixels….drool. Now if only my new camera will get here before we take the babies swimming for the first time next weekend.

I received this email from a good friend and had to share it. It is so true. We’ve probably all been there, done that - I know I have!

Only the girlfriends will understand this….. But this is what takes us so long in the bathroom.
  
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.  Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait
has been so long you are about to pee your pants! The dispenser for the modern “seat covers” (invented by someone’s Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn’t - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume ” The Stance.”  In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but you certainly hadn’t taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold “The Stance.”
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother’s voice saying, “Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!” Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday 
the one that’s still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail .Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front ofyour chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. “Occupied!” you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it’s too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you’re certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, “You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.”
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You’re soaked by the spewing water and the
wet toilet seat. You’re exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.You can’t figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.(Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman’s hand and tell her warmly, “Here, you just might need this.” As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men’s restroom. Annoyed, he asks, “What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?”

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you’ve GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonlyasked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you
Kleenex under the door!

*Author unknown

The twins are taking over!

I don’t know if it is because I live in a big city that it is so common, but everywhere I go lately there are twins. Last week at Albertsons 8 month old b/g twins (so cute) in front of me in line. Last week at Walmart b/g 6 year old twins in line behind me. Last week at Target b/g 5 year old twins shopping next to me. This week at Albertsons g/g 1 year old twins in line behind me and the bagger who helped us to the car was a twin.

While we were at Walmart an older lady came over to ooh and ahh over the babies and actually got tears in her eyes. How sweet (and a little weird). She said they were just so cute she couldn’t help it. Now, I think my babies are cute…but I don’t even cry over it.

I hate to say it, but I’ve started avoiding eye contact when we go out. The ‘touchers’ are driving me insane….when did it become ok to touch on someone else’s baby(ies) that you don’t even know? Weirdos. Plus all of the comments…they need to come up with something better than ‘You sure have your hands full huh’. That one is so 1990’s.

From our fake photo shoot a couple of weeks ago. Hawaii stylie. Watch out world, we’re taking over!

Stacie at The Twinkies posted this link to Rate your blog which I think is hilarious. I got a PG-13 for saying crack 3x, shit 2x, and hell 1x. I’m sure if Jeff’s family didn’t read this I would get a ‘R’ rating. I have a potty mouth and really like the f bomb. I’m going to have to start watching the words or my babies first might be hell, damn, shit, or worse!

What do you rate?

You know how you have days that are crappy but you make it through ok….and then you have days that are crappy that make you want to cry. I’ll let you guess which kind today is. Things that make me want to cry. 

Crazy babies who won’t sleep.

Blender breaking in the middle of making baby food makes me want to hurl it across the street and hit the f**kers who blast and blare their car stereo all day with the bump bump base.

Two crying/temper tantrum throwing/screaming babies who want to be held constantly. At 18 and 19 pounds I can only hold one at a time…why you ask…because of course you MUST be standing while doing the holding or it is no good.

Allergies that make me want to cry and peel my face off.

Backache from wearing Heaten at the grocery store for over an hour yesterday while pushing Shenzie in the cart and then loading unloading all the groceries and babies.

Calgon take me away!

They sure look cute, sweet, and innocent. Boy oh boy, looks can sure be deceiving can’t they!

We have a couple of new additions to our house.
Presenting Monkey and Frog.

Monkey and Frog are the babies new snugglies to go along with Dog and Bear. Real original names huh. =)

They are the best of friends. They all like to hang out together..have a drink or two, play some poker and get their freak on!

The babies LOVE their snugglies. They cannot fall asleep without them and during the night and naps when they stir they always reach out for them. Shenzie’s favorite is the Monkey. She sucks on his tail and uses him as a pillow.

Heaten LOVES his dog. He sucks on the ears while falling asleep. Guess its better than the forbidden binky!

I dread the day that one gets damaged or lost - we’ll have two crazy, very unhappy babies on our hands!