Whats that smell?!

what a week!

I gotta take this call Molly

next time I won't give her SO much flour for her tortillas :)

How cute is this chef?!

rrrrrrraaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

"ekimo" for Aunt Raquel

Autumn couldn't wait to see her (the torillas she was working on were for Raquel)

I eat crazy for breakfast!

"arms up Dommie"

LOVES his sister!

color time with Lala who is ALL DONE WITH CHEMO!!!

As is our style, we have been going going and the blog has been on the back burner. We were mentally preparing ourselves for Dana to have regular hours of 8-6 and no stops at home (like most people deal with but we are spoiled) and I got a text that my Aunt Raquel may have had a heart attack and to start praying. We had been planning a trip to Billings and I was going to call her after my nap with Autumn. I walked into the room and said "Autumn, we have to pray." "Okay Mom", and she held out her hands to me after she put down her bink. I was  holding back tears of fear and for so much pride for this little girl that doesn't understand prayer but just willingly holds out her hands and is ready. We prayed, and I mean we because she repeated everything I said in her own way and added some extra. She always adds all her grandparents and Molly and Bean and Nominic. She fell asleep and I waited for more info from my mother. Raquel is on the mend now and saved her hide by driving to the hospital when she wasn't feeling right. Now she has to start the recovery process all over again. We did go to Billings so that Dana could go to his first solo car auction. Spent the night in a hotel with our babes and met Raquel and cousin Terra for shopping and eating. It was a nice uneventful journey that we will make more often AND Dana found the exact vehicle a customer was looking for. Our days felt a little longer with Daddy D not dropping in but we managed great and we stayed busy. Walks to the park, play dates with friends and drives here and there to get out of the house.
Last week we walked to the park to meet friends and had some solo time while we waited. We do this enough that we have a little routine, Autumn swings and brother watches, I text pictures and videos. There should be a sign near the swings that reads "Do not text and push, dangerous". I don't know about all of you, but even when I look thrown together, there is much planning. Even to get the "grubby" look, I have worked on it. I have tried on work out clothes to see if they look okay, I make sure somewhere my shoes look good with this or that, does this hat look okay, are my pig tails straight, does my breath smell okay, if I lean down to pick up a baby do my chonies stay where they belong...HIDDEN. All this goes through my mind while I ready myself. So on this day I wanted to show my friend (also a puma lover) my new puma jacket that is white, but needed something warm on top which was also white. It went just fine in case you are wondering because I have a white puma hat. I stood there pushing Autumn cute as I thought I could be. I started texting, and was going to send a video of Autumn telling me "I need to go crazy!" THWACK!! Something hits my face and sorta catches my bottom lip and rolls my top lip to my nose and then comes back and pushes my nose to my lip. Peuw! What is that smell?! What just happened? Was that a foot, or feet or did someone just throw a cow crap in my face? In seconds I realize it was Autumns feet, I had wandered into the swing zone while looking at my phone. Then I realize she kicked me in my face, then I realize the ground is wet, I'm wearing white, and seriously what is that smell?!" By now her momentum has died down and I ask "Do I have mud on my face Autumn?" "um, no mom?" Is this guilt of kicking me or does she know it's poop and not mud? I can smell poo. I am wiping slivers of something off my white jacket. Of course I am doing this before wiping my face. When I finally put the vanity in my pocket and wipe my face I feel the clay crap under my nose. Oh great. Poo on my face. I push Autumn and try to get the smell off. Of course I have looked around to see if anyone saw all this go down. If I lived by the park I would have binoculars and just watch silly Mothers texting and pushing and see just what kind of "crap" happens to them. My jackets were okay, my friend loved my puma white and I got the smell off my face AFTER I showered and scrubbed like crazy. We have made it through our week of 8-6 with some great laughs as we do and are now ready to see Lala and Papa Mark. Lala has a short break before radiation begins next week. So, here's to laughing, and praying and being close enough we can see our family anytime. Here's to our life:)