I'm supposed to be folding laundry...

But I decided to post a quick little blurb about how I've scarred my children for life.  A few weeks ago, my girls were playing so great together.  Grace had her backpack packed on on her back and Glory was toting her own bag on her shoulder like her mom and they were playing "house".  At least their version.  Grace told me that they had to hurry and go because they needed to get to the hotel so they could feed the baby who was very hungry and then they had to go to the restaurant so everyone else could eat but they were very late and everyone really needed to do their part because they were very late and the kids were moving too slow and not obeying right away and they needed to hurry so they could finally get to the new house.  This is what I took away from that conversation.  

1.   My kids have moved WAAAAYYYY too much over their small lifetimes.  (Grace is 5 and moved 6 times, Glory is 3 and moved 5 times, Molly is 3 months and moved 1 time)

2. We are always running late.

3. I talk too much about being late.

4.  Grace understands the need to do her part and obey and still moves slow.

5. We have eaten out too often.

6. I've got some incredibly fun, creative, and inventive kids who love to play together!

It's about time!

So how do you all like the new look of our blog?  This is courtesy of my sister, Joanne, who is WAY more tech savvy and enjoys making me look good.  The new pic was also courtesy of my sister-in-law, Kaylah, who makes my kids look good!  Where would I be without the help of my wonderfully talented family?  Anyhow, I've had many people give up on me because I have been so negligent in my blogging responsibilities but I'm playing the I'm dealing with a new baby, a 3 year old, a 5 year old, a new house, the holidays...need I go on?  So now I'm back.  Enjoy the posts to come as I catch you all up on our life.

Molly Joy Doolan

She's here! Born October 7th, 2008 at 7:53am via c-section. She weighed in at 9 lb. 1 oz. and is 21 inches long. We are still in the hospital until tomorrow morning so I don't have any pics yet to show you but we will be uploading them soon so please stay tuned! Thanks to everyone who prayed for us! She is so beautiful and healthy! We have absolutely no clue who she looks like so when we upload our pics you all will have to let us know what you think!

Almost there

We are at 3 days and counting until the arrival of Molly Joy! Grandma and Mammaw (Stym's mom and grandma) are coming tomorrow for a week and then Nana (my mom) and will come for a week and will be joined for a couple days by my sister, Aunt Michelle, and Glory's favorite cousin "Cake" otherwise known as Kate (Michelle's second oldest). We are excited to have family coming out to see Molly and help out with all the fun stuff. Stay tuned for news and pics of our little one arriving via c-section on Oct. 7!

My Parents Prayed for Payback....

So I am thoroughly convinced that my vengeful parents have prayed for me to experience the payback of my childhood misdeeds.

For those who know me well, I was a tad "unbreakable" when it came to certain behaviors such as sucking my thumb, or staying in bed, or any other behavior that I was told I could not engage in any longer. If the word no was said to me, it really didn't mean much. And for the most part the threat and follow-through of any sort of discipline didn't seem to curb my tendency for behaving how I felt best. It's not that I didn't cry my eyes out or feel the severe consequences of my sin, I just lived in the moment so consequences didn't bother me until they were upon me like a wet blanket. My parents were consistent and loving....or so I thought. As they disciplined me, struggled with how best to punish certain Robinisms, and prayed for wisdom, I know they prayed for payback.

I am now living this payback in the form of my lovely two daughters. Lets just focus on the youngest though, who apparently saw my lifetime video footage before she was born so she could best duplicate my abuse towards my parents. Dear Glory. So sweet and loving and cuddly and....evil. Doesn't she understand that when I put her in her room for "rest" time, it's really so I can nap since I am so hugely pregnant that I exercise by getting up from the sitting position? Apparently not. To her rest time is a game to play with Mommy and Grace. Lets get out of bed, open my door and sneak down to my sister's room to steal her stuffed animals and run laughing hysterically to my room while my sister screams bloody murder and the neighbors knock on the door to ask my mom if everything is okay. Then after getting the appropriate discipline, lets just stay in bed for maybe 30 seconds before sneaking out again and tickle mommy while she sleeps on the couch. Then after more discipline, lets spend the next few minutes opening the door, see mommy standing there waiting for me, laugh, get disciplined, and repeat this process at least 12 times in a five minute time frame. After my mom tries to rig the door where I can't open it, lets spend the rest of my "rest" time screaming in outrage and then figuring out how to get out of my room anyways. FYI, this happens at bedtime too.

So thanks mom and dad, for loving me so much to inflict such malicious prayers towards your challenging child turned adult mother. Any suggestions? :)

September Fun

This Saturday we took a trip to the glorious "castle playground" after working all day on once again organizing our home that we have yet to fully move into. The girls had been asking all week if we could go to the playground a couple miles down the road from us that looks like a castle, thus the name given it by the girls. The most fun was had on the swings! We all had our turn (even mom). It was a great family outing of giggles and no tears or whining! Here are a few pics of the fun they had and one pic featuring the three girls.

Goodnight, Sleep Tight

Yesterday Stymie had Division staff duty where he is required to stay up for 24 hours and then gets to come home and sleep. Well, the girls were delighted to see their Daddy walk through the door this morning around 10 and were convinced that the day would be great fun with their Dad. I explained to them that he was very tired and needed to take a long nap before he could play. They then decided that they needed to take excellent care of their Dad by tucking him in, singing, and praying with him. They helped him into bed, pulled the covers up and realized that something very important was missing! Daddy didn't have any babies to sleep with! So, they graciously donated their most prized "babies" and tucked them in with Daddy to take a very long nap. Glory was especially concerned about her Dad and kept saying, "Daddy sleeping? I check him!" Then she would run down the hallway and try to open the locked door. After throwing herself down in frustration over not being able to see her Dad, she would yell, "HEY! HEY! MY DADDY! HEY! You open door!" Fun times for Daddy. Anyhow, he did finally get some much needed rest and the girls are happily coloring at the table with him at this very moment.