no clue

I went from a 5-day a week/8 hr a day/Monday-Friday job to a 7 days a week/24 hours a day/All Week job. Leaving me with absolutely no idea what day it is...

Your Friday could be my Tuesday, and my Monday could be your Wednesday. More or less what my calendar looks like. After two days of a fussy pea pod who has turned into Baby Crab, I finally pulled out my Baby Whisperer and asked {pleaded} with her to guide me. Show me the light because I've been trying, with no such luck, to convince my Baby Crab that giant hissy's and incessant crying have passed in trend. It's just not cool anymore.

He's not buying my story.

Thus, today we are trying a Baby Whisperer day. The EASY day, for any of you BW readers. Already, our day has started 97 % better. I'm even enjoying a cup of coffee. Enjoying.

Hear that??? That's right...no crying. Just sweet Baby Crab trying out some shut-eye.

I'll let you know if our EASY day is in fact easy. {update: we're 30 mins in, and I hear Baby Crab wailing...}

This past weekend we unsuccessfully tried to go get Baby Crab's passport done, after getting the three of us ready and outfitting the babe in his finest bubble outfit we showed up two hours too late. I would.

The pictures above are right before heading out that morning, so you can kind of gauge Baby Crab's demeanor that day.

We love to just get in the car and go, so after that failed passport outing we ended up 30 mins north of the city in a very cute small town that had a fair going on so we stopped in so we could feed Baby Crab and to let JR wander {his favorite thing to do}.

Shortly thereafter, Hudson got a tummy-ache and our fault completely because we switched formula on him and it was a no-go. How awful you feel as a parent when you're only trying to help and it goes haywire :( We are obviously now back on the original diet. Eek.

On our way home, we got a call from Brett that the OU game was on!!! so we rushed home, got us all changed into our Sooner gear and parked ourselves in front of the tv.

We even got some visitors, although they are Cowboy fans :) They fancy orange, not crimson. Silly Pokes. Heath and Megan, fellow southerners.

Sunday, JR had a golf-date with Brett so I started off his morning with homemade biscuits and gravy. That dish truly is the way to his heart. I lie actually, because only the gravy was homemade and it really wasn't too horrid for my first real try. Why is gravy so hard to master?? Gah. While JR did the dishes, Baby Crab and I got to snuggle outside for a bit.

We ended our day hanging out with the whole Braly family, only for our guys to come home to TWO screaming {Hudson} crying {Kaiser} children. Their lovely baby voices could be heard from outside, yes. At one point we had them both going at the same time. It was amazing, and turned our house into quite the funhouse. All we needed were those mirrors that distort your image...it was that nuts. Managing still to end on a positive note, literally with a little Guitar Hero in honor of Brett's 28th birthday. Happy Birthday Brett!!!!

and lastly, this. The view from our bedroom last night...

and my view this morning. God is so good.