Sometimes there are no words....

Only a picture will do..... Yes that is indeed bubblegum in his belly button.

He Ate Mud....?!?

 So you wanna know about my Boy Child? He is the spitting image of his daddy, a terror to his sisters and he is mommy's Little Man. Four years ago when the doctor told me that I was el preggo with a boy I had no idea what to expect. I have since learned that God truly does have a sense of humor because he created Boy Child. First off let me make it clear that I call him "The Boy Child" because I DO love him, its not meant to be ugly or unflattering. He is the one the only Noah-Henry. I had no idea what was in store for me. I knew that he would wear blue, and that he would be "tough" but I wasn't ready for the day that his loving sisters fed him mud.... and he ate it! My husband was deployed to Iraq for this little fiasco My girls NEVER put things in their mouth so I was shocked to see my little guy wearing his "Caption of Chaos" shirt covered in mud! It was everywhere! Running down his chin on his hands, legs EVERYWHERE! At a year old he didn't quite have the words to tell me what happened, only that  it was "not chocate" (chocolate) This was the first of many. I hope that you will stick around to see and read more about the Adventures of Boy Child.

The Adventures of Boy Child

I've often threatened to write a book about my Boy Child. He is funny, and mischievous and a down right rotten little boy! Don't get me wrong Boy Child is a bright spot in the Lopez household. Some times its the light of a beautiful angel, others is a fire ball of hell. But he is Boy Child and he is loved. Sometimes we love him all day, and others time we love when he falls asleep. So Here is to the Adventures of Boy Child and the Nervous Breakdown of His Mommy!

Jeans?!?

Why is that men's jeans come in waist size and length, but women's are just numbered? I'm a shopper, I like to buy nice, pretty things, but as a mommy I don't always have time to try on the nice pretty jeans, and God knows that I could wear a size anywhere from an eight to a size twelve. Why not just make it easy on us mommies that have three crying kids in tow and make your jeans one uniform size??