Llama drama

After our first thanksgiving meal, Gus, Abbey, Simon & I decided to go for a walk. Mainly Abbey and I. Simon isn't much on decision making just yet. We got about half way down the drive way and I realized the neighbors llama was out of the fence. This had happened about a week earlier and I called them to let them know about it. They sent someone to put the llama back up and I witnessed the grown man trying to herd the llama with his truck. This made me think he might be slightly terrified of the llama. After about 30 mins, he finally got it back inside the fence. So this time when I saw the llama, I knew I should be scared. I told Abbey that we should turn back, but she insisted we would be fine. 20 feet later, she decided to follow me back up the driveway because the llama started charging after us. The stupid thing was making hissing/spitting noises and going up on it's back legs and slamming his front feet down. This llama wanted blood.
So we came back into the house and tried to warn Jeremy & Dusty of our imminent danger. They were busy playing x-box and hardly took us seriously. I left a message for our neighbor as I watched the llama from my porch coming even closer to the house. The guys kept telling me not to be so dramatic. The problem was that they weren't getting up to defend us from this llama drama. I now realize they were probably more terrified than we were.
Of course Gus was scared. He was ready to get a gun and "shoot that llama!" He kept going from the door to the guys to give them a full report on the llama's current location and demeanor.
Luckily, we escaped a certain thanksgiving death this year!

Newness

So the past week has been pretty crazy. I decided to become a stay at home mom for my two sweet boys. I'm really excited about it, but a little nervous too. I know I will miss working outside of the home, eating lunch with friends, and socializing with adults. Talking to a 3 year old and 10 week old isn't a good way to find out the news or to unload stress.
I figured staying at home, I would have the cleanest house on the planet. No such luck. It's better to just wait until the end of the day and then find a place for it somehwere. If we make it through a day without a broken toy, then things are good. Gus has a terrible temper. If he gets told no about something very important to him then he usually finds the closest toy and chucks it. If it's really important, then he will find several toys or repeat chuck the same one. Then he wants you to be able to fix it. He hasn't quite grasped the concept of something being broken forever. It's a good way to cull toys without him flipping out though. Once HE breaks it and it gets thrown out, he forgets about it. If I were to find an army man in a corner behind the TV in the middle of the night and throw it away, the next morning he would be up and looking for the army man. Never fails. Poor Simon won't have anything left if Gus keeps breaking it all.
I'm counting on Simon being the sweet little chill guy. He already is, so I just hope that continues. He just lays around and watches Gus pitch fits with a smile on his face. Such a sweet boy.

AGOOO

There is nothing on earth like hearing your baby goo and gurgle! I say goo, he works and works and finally comes out with a goooooo. His bright blue eyes smiling at me and his little mouth in a perfect circle. My cup runneth over.
I have built such a bond with sweet Simon. He knows when I leave and enter a room. I wanna make him a mama's boy for as long as I can. Gus turned into a daddy's boy the moment he was born. He prefers his daddy when he gets hurt or if he wants to play a fun game. A lot of things that I try to join in on Gus tells me is "for only boys, it's not for giruels". So I've decided to keep Simon away from them and away from their games and to myself. I'll talk to him about his dad and brother, but there really shouldn't be any reason for contact other than the occasional diaper change.
Knowing that this is my last baby just makes me want more and more time with him. I don't like to lay him down once he's fallen asleep, just so I can soak up the cuddle time. I can't seem to get a lot down around the house because I prefer to stare at him while he kicks and laughs.
To have one miracle (Gus) was overwhelming for me, and now this 2nd little miracle has certainly made our family complete.

Fashion

I have never been a fashion forward type of girl. No one has ever envied my clothes or my style. Mostly because I don't have a style. I guess my style is "sale items".

I shop mostly at Old Navy. Sometimes I'll find something I like at Walmart. Occasionally, I sneak into Cato. Most of my clothes tear up after a couple of years. The nice things I do have, I've been wearing some of them for 10 years now. I'm not a huge shoe fan. I have one expensive pair of Tommy Hilfiger Mary Janes that I have had for at least 8 years, everything else comes from Walmart or Kmart. Just never been a name brand shoe person-just want them to fit and be comfortable. I'm only 5'6" but that doesn't make me want to throw on 4 inch heels. Am what I am-short, so flats are fine.

I find myself liking a style, but it's too expensive. I love the magazines and online sites that tell you how to dress on a budget (dress like a star on pennies) Well their pennies sure are different than mine. They show jeans that cost $300 and dresses that are $400?? The most expensive pair of jeans I've ever owned were the Tommy Hilfigers that I bought 7 years ago (still wear) at an outlet for $38!!! Most of my jeans are Old Navy clearance:)

I get the LL Bean catalogs. I look at Belk's ad's. I drool over Macy's. But I can't seem to force myself into financing clothes that I can just buy cheaper now. You might even find me at Goodwill Saturday!

Cause I asked "What next"

Things go wrong from time to time for the Robinson's. Luckily, we weather through it with the ability to laugh.
Last week when I thought we were at the end of our bad luck, the sewer backed up and overflowed into our shower, out onto the bathroom floor and into our bedroom. We called roto-rooter and they took our info and said someone would be dispatched. Two hours later, we decided to call back. Dusty called and gave our information again and low and behold, someone called back within 3 mins. He hadn't gotten the first dispatch. He took $50 off for this- making his 10 minute service call ONLY $250`-because it was now- after hours. Weird how he didn't get that dispatch now isn't it? He called out the restoration company for us, which came out and turned our house into the movie set of ET. There was plastic on the floors, walls and make shift doorways. I suddenly felt scared to live in my own home. But Dusty Robinson will not be budged- he is a home body! Not to mention, we would have to pack our entire house to take two little guys and it was already midnight.
The construction started the next morning, ripping up carpet and vinyl, taking out walls, all while Simon tried to nap and I tried to keep Gus out from under their feet. The sound of hammering followed by Gus using his four wheeler to hammer. Yup- his four wheeler...not one of his 200 toys that could be made into hammers, or his actual toy hammers. The adjuster came to take pictures of everything damaged and Gus was making him take pictures of his woolly worms. What can I do?
So now all of the construction is done and the house is back together. Nothing else will ever happen, I just know it!