These Ragamuffin Girls of Mine

This is what my girls look like when I have a cold, a headache, and am 37+ weeks pregnant.


rag·a·muf·fin: noun \ˈra-gə-ˌmə-fən\: a ragged often disreputable person; especially : a poorly clothed often dirty child

Well, at least mine were dressed.

It’s nothing to be sad about though. I still love them.


Happy Birthday to ME!

My birthday was a really good one. It wasn’t perfect or ideal, but that’s not what my life is anyway. I shouldn’t expect that my children will be perfect angels for me (probably ever) on my birthday. And that’s okay, because I love my crazy, chaotic life. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, I’d like to have a little more organization…

Plus, now I have an additional way to document our crazy life.

And this was the home screen when I opened it.

David Lesue, you’re my hero.

Little Miss Olive

I’m not sure whether she should be nicknamed Little Miss Naughty or Little Miss Trouble.

Either one is appropriate.

(And everyone says that boys are the ones who get into things.)

Happy Valentine’s Day

Our day is going to be filled with homemade valentines,

a craft,

and (of course) sugar cookies. Yum.

Oh, and here’s a little love from Gwen.


Trapped Inside

Miss O.

Watching her sisters play outside in the beautiful 40 degree weather we had today.

Wishing she could be out there too.

Too bad she runs for the street when she is let loose. Looks like we will be finishing out fence/gate this spring so that I can kick all three kids outside that she can play outside with her sisters.

Banana Apple Robot

It’s so nice to have a creative husband. Not only would I never think to do this for my kid’s lunch, I probably wouldn’t have the energy to.


Dear Dave,

My birthday, as you know, is in less than one week. I’m also carrying your fourth child, so I thought I’d help you out by giving you some ideas of what you can get me. I’m just thoughtful like that. You totally married up.

1. iPhone 4
I know I’ve been holding out for the white iPhone, but since it is not available, I’ve decided that I’d be okay with black.  I would really enjoy/use the video camera feature.  Remember how our video camera is on the fritz and we have a new baby coming rather soon?  I kind of like to document those kinds of things, you know.  And by “those kinds of things” I mean our fourth child, whom I will be birthing within the next month or so.

2. Kate Spain’s Fandango fabric
Even though my stash is currently on the healthy side, I really like this line of fabric and would like to make a throw for our living room since it’s now February and I have yet to put our Christmas quilt away. I think a layer cake from this line would suffice.

3. Wool Roving

4. This embroidery book.  Or this one.  Or both! I’m flexible.

5. This sewing book.  Who knows?  I could have four girls to sew for (in the near future).

6. Japanese Masking Tape

A few more things to add to the list—See’s candy (always good for pregnant women), coconut body butter (always good for a pregnant belly), hooks for the office from Anthropologie, in teal (home organization will help accomplish my nesting desire, because I’m pregnant).

If anything else comes to my mind (when I’m not dwelling on the fact that I’m pregnant with your fourth child), I’ll let you know.  I know where to find you.


Love your 36+ weeks pregnant wife,

Wha? Huh?

I feel like my life is a blur these days. I’m 36 weeks pregnant (okay, actually 35 weeks and 5 days) and so, so, so tired.

And I’m lazy. Well, I feel lazy. Life isn’t letting me be as lazy as I would like to be. There are still places to be, children to feed and clothe, and laundry that never, ever, ever ends.

I recently told Dave that laundry, dishes, and crumbs are NEVER ENDING. He was sympathetic and did the dishes for me. Actually, he does the dishes a lot. He’s a keeper, that one.

I have completely adopted Scarlet O’Hara’s “I’ll think about it tomorrow” attitude.

Get another crib? Eh. That can wait.
Get bunk beds for the girls? We’ll do that next Saturday.
Get baby clothes out and washed? Yeah, I’ll do that later.

I have nesting desires, but no energy to follow through.

But I can feel the panic starting to set in. I am beginning to FREAK OUT.

Olive is only going to be a little more than 15 months old!
Our house is TEENY! How are we going to fit?!
My kids already wear me out! How can I possibly add another one?

Yes, I realize it’s a little too late to go back on this. But still. These are my panicked thoughts as of late.

Then. I think about what’s coming. How can I possibly be freaking out about this?

Miss Olive, just eleven hours old

Miss Olive, just eleven hours old

And those other three monkeys running around here? They are everything to me. As tiring and they can be, I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Some would call me lucky.

But I know I’m just extremely blessed.

My Name is Olive

…and I had my first lollipop.




(Luckily blue dum-dums don’t stain.)