Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Just Plain Creepy


So here I was getting ready to turn in for the night and Shane was headed out to go for a run, when I get this "Becca, come here you gotta come see this" so like an idiot I go....I should know by now that that phrase can only mean one thing..GROSS! And was I right? Of course, there in our stairwell leading to my front door was one gigantic spider, except wait it was not just one, it was the mama spider with hundreds of baby spiders on its back...Shane always fascinated by this stuff gets the flashlight and camera right away to further investigate, while I call the landlord (our upstairs neighbors) to get down here and be grossed out with me, they of course came armed with poison! YAH! Of course Shane who has a heart so big even spiders are included was going to transport them to a new location, but never got the chance. Soon as that first spray of poison went out, the mama spider took off and all the baby spiders more or less ejected from her back and our stairs started moving literally with hundreds of these little nasties. Leaving Shane and my neighbors to fend for themselves, I jumped in and slammed the door, I mean I have kids to protect right? Fast forward ten minutes... now my stairwell is covered in dead little spiders, the mama is MIA, and there is no way I am going to be able to get in bed right now without thinking there are more out there and that the mama is going to somehow overcome the poisonous effects and seek revenge! My skin is just crawling!

Monday, August 29, 2011

Sleeping Babies




There's something to watching my babies sleep that just pulls at my heartstrings! Maybe it's the peace and quiet that settles over the house once they are finally out, but I could watch them for hours. They all have there funny bedtime quirks that I just find adoring. Easton has to sleep with mom's big body pillow, Gracee has to have all the dolls and stuffed animals there to keep her company, and Cannon well he is in the port-a-crib for now, hates blankets on him but must have his "blankie".