Bye, Bye Binky and other randomness

So, we finally mailed Addie's binky's to the Binky Fairy. She is a the whimsical creature that gives binky's that big girls no longer need (or at least their parents think they no longer need...because if you talk to the big girl she isn't so sure) to little babies that need them. The Binky Fairy is great. You mail her your binky's and then she mails you back a big suprise. Addie got a Mickey Mouse video which she adores. However, she doesn't love sleeping without her number 1 comforter. But trauma we encouter at nap time and bedtime is slowly diminishing...so one can only hope that in the near future sleeptime will be drama free.

Random...cute photos...Jake is creeping right along and about ready to take off crawling like a mad man. He just needs a little motivation like your cell phone on the floor to get him going. He is quite the little chow hound and I swear already has a hollow leg. I doubt that I will ever be able to keep my fridge stocked when he is a teenager.

Las Vegas Trip

Las Vegas Trip

I am naughty but soooo cute!

A few more pictures, in case you aren't convinced!

TO MOM AND DAD:

A little motivation to sit down, look at your calendars and COME VISIT!

Cock-a-doodle-rude!

Right after Jacob was born, I was out walking with a friend in the morning and heard a strangely familiar sound coming from one of our neighbors backyards. "Cock-a-doodle-do"! "Was that a Rooster?", we asked each other. We laughed, shrugged it off and keep on walking. Well, since then I've had to listen to "Cock-a-doodle-do" starting at 4:30am everyday. Granted, I have a hard time falling asleep and any little noise starts to grate on my nerves, but I just don't think I should have to listen to "Cock-a-doodle-do" every 2 mins after being up all night feeding my sweet little babe. For months, I have meant to track down exactly which house this insanity was coming from, but haven't. Well, yesterday after a particularly sleepless night...I had had enough. I got out of bed at 5:30am and put on my clothes to take care of this once and for all.

Using my acute sense of hearing..I quickly found the offending home...slightly scaled a fence to confirm the creature was indeed in their backyard and knocked on their door. A very sleepy, confused, man with only a towel clutched around himself answered the door. "That is a Rooster in your backyard," I stated. "Yes" he replied. "I have tried to be patience for months, but it's really, really, annoying and I can't take it anymore. Something needs to be done, throw a tarp over its house or something so it will stop crowing so early!" Man.."Something needs to be done." ( I will just state here that English is most likely this man's second language and that having a Rooster could be a cultural thing.) I thanked him and walked off. After, recounting my outing to Justin (bless him) he made several calls to the city to confirm that our neighborhood is not in fact zoned for farm animals and then one final call to Animal Control. "Cock-a-doodle-doo" was blissfully absent this morning!!! Now if I could just get the kids to sleep through the night.