Bleach...

Normally it would be months before anyone heard from me again, but I felt compelled to blog about the past week or so. It all started 2 weekends ago when Brodie and I decided to have a spur of the moment St. Patrick's Day party. In the whirl wind of getting the house ready, I had noticed an awful smell in our bathroom. After further investigation I realized that Brayden had left us a surprise in the tub...a tird. Brodie and I quickly took care of the problem by bleaching the smell away. Still rushing around, and with the house finally clean, I placed the spray bleach on a shelf for only a moment so that I would remember to put it up when we left (which was about 5 minutes away). I turned the corner to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but I had a nagging feeling. I quickly came back into my room to find Brayden SOAKED in bleach ruining his clothes that we had just removed the tags from and licking his lips covered in bleach. My stomach sank, I screamed for Brodie, and images of frantic parents ripping their child's clothes off to throw him (literally) into the shower were all around. He stood in the shower crying as if we had locked him in shower jail. It was a very dramatic 5 minutes but lesson learned. Later that night our party was...well it worked, but we had so wished that more people would have come; so excited for those who did though. We had lots of green snacks, drinks, decorations, and outfits. In an effort to entertain our guests, Brodie recommended we all play spoons. I've never played before and decided it sounded like fun. I think it's now my second favorite game :). Here are some pics from the night:

Later the next day Brayden was not acting like himself. Early Monday morning we found out why. He had thrown up ALL over his bed in the middle of the night. He was very thorough as he didn't miss a spot, but how scary. After that weekend I couldn't be more grateful that he was still alive. I'm not sure how this kid is gonna make it to 18, but I'm doing my best to get him there. I will say this; one of my friends recently blogged about her love hate relationship with her daughter. I have to agree that I feel the same about Brayden. He's talking a lot more now which is super fun, but he's also screaming like a little girl when he gets frustrated and this I do not love. Our love/hate affair changes quite quickly, but all in all he's still stinkin' cute. Lastly we get to this weekend where I spent a lot of time (Brodie helped) finishing up the glider and ottoman. I bought a glider that had white fabric and honey colored wood...but not any more...