Uncle Ryan's Purple House

Yes, that's right, my brother lives in a purple house -- with navy blue trim, might I add -- and we got to visit him a couple weekends ago. He has a few chickens and he somehow convinced them that my kids were safe and they climbed aboard. It was so funny to see my children covered in chickens! Tyler loved it, but Nicole said that the chickens couldn't get on her hair because she's three. I know, her logic is astounding. They even got to get the eggs and Nicole was just sure that a baby chick was going to hatch at any second. Thanks for letting us visit and hold the chickens, Uncle Ryan.





On a much more negative note, I need to vent. Here are some things I'm getting really sick of:
-my baby biting me while trying my best to breastfeed her.
-the bleeding that goes along with the biting.
-my kids whining over every little thing that isn't perfect in their lives.
-my eye being red.
-my "spare tire" refusing to deflate.
-folding laundry.
-fighting with my kids to eat food that they asked me to make.
-making 4 different things for breakfast every single day of my life.(my kids have a hot breakfast almost every morning. Sometimes Nicole is okay with Cheerios, but we usually have eggs, hash browns, waffles, sausage/bacon/ham, pancakes, toast etc. but they can never agree so I make everyone something different)
-picking up toys all day and all night.
-not sleeping through the night. (I've been averaging about 6 hours a night and I need 8 or 9 to function properly, I really do best with about 10.)
and finally...
-caring way too much about what people think of me.