Time to break the already announced news.

I think the time has come, I seem to be in a good lazy mood. I am sitting on the lap top not getting off, I had a few e-mails I needed to send out, now that I am done I am wasting time when I really have lot's to do, but I don't really want to do any of it, cleaning can wait the mess will still be there waiting for me when I am ready to conquer it.
I am also waiting for 11:00 to come so I can commence operation "Valentines party" for 7 of my day home kids, 5 of them are 3 and under so this will take lot's of concentration and energy so I am sitting here relaxing watching them play sooo good together and building a fort so I decided to blog while we wait for party time, unless they need me then I will have to go and finish posting later, we will see how this plays out...so far so good.

So I think it is time to blog about the obvious things that most of you know is going on in my life but even if you do you will have to read about it anyway, unless you don't want to, then you can just not read it right??

Caution, before proceeding....This may be long.....You have been warned, and I may not have any pictures to distract from the boredom of it all. But I want to write it all so I have it remembered for my own purposes.

So first things first.... I am now 18 weeks pregnant with my 6th child. This baby was FAR from planned, fully prevented but decided to find a way to come anyway. Now this is going to sound really harsh at first but bear with me so I can explain all my awesome emotions that have come with this surprise in my life.
Mitch and I had been talking the last few months and we decided it was time to do something about this no more baby thing since Macey was going to be 7 in April we obviously are not having anymore, and since I was pretty much told not to have anymore by the doctors after I had Macey we stopped along time ago. Funny thing is, it took me a few years to be ok with not wanting anymore kids, I think Macey was 5 before I decided this was good, I have 5 and they are all getting older and it was really nice, I was really liking my situation and my life with my older growing independent kids. It was a good place.
Mitch booked his vasectomy in September, he was due to get it November 20th, on November 16th I took a prego test because I had symptoms and I was late but I was sure it was all in my head, so I took a test just to put my mind at ease......well that didn't work, my mind was not put at ease! My doctor says it is the curse of the vasectomy..they want one last hurrah!! Funny I know.

I bawled...BAWLED!!!! I called Mitch and he could not hardly understand me, once he figured out what I was saying his response was this "Mitch laughs" then he says " well, ok I guess we are having a baby, Jana it is ok, we already have 5 and it is just 1 more it will be ok, I will be home soon and we will talk just relax, we will figure it out"
I hung up and sat there on the toilet ( lid was closed) for a few more minutes. I then went into the living room and called my mom, I was bawling and again I had to repeat myself for her to understand, she got my dad on the phone and we talked, well, I cried.
My mom said her and my dad would be coming out that day to come see me so she calmed me down and I waited for their arrival, it is about a 1 hour and 10 min drive to my house for them, my dad had some errands and then they would head out.

I sat and cried all afternoon, it was not even the baby so much but what I knew was coming, the sick..the horrible 3 months of death that was ahead of me..I don't just get sick, I get deathly ill, in the hospital on IV ill, can't even roll myself out of bed or take care of my self let alone my kids sick! My mom and dad and Mitch tagged teamed everytime I was pregnant. I didn't know what I was going to do, My mom and dad lived too far away, I run a day home, I was working at Walmart on Friday and Sat evenings which I quickly quit so that was not a problem and what about my family and my house?? How was I going to do this?? I was not going to be able to take care of things. When my parents got there I talked to my mom about these things and she said that she would stay with me during the week and go home on the weekends when Mitch didn't have to work and he was home. I then knew if worst comes to worst I at least have my mom and she would be here to help me, everything was going to be ok....My dad gave me a blessing, this blessing told me that this time would be different then my other experience, that I would not be free from illness but I will be able to manage it and take care of what needs to be taken care of, and that my body has had time to heal and rest so it was ready to take on the responsibility of carrying a baby. It was confirmed to me that this was indeed a plan that was not mine, one that was put in place along time ago and now the time has come for it to come forth, I was so relieved to hear that because I was just worried it was something we did, that we were dumb and didn't even know it. But no matter what we would have done it would have happened.

Anyway, time proceeded and I started to get sicker and my mom was here getting up with my kids and getting them off to school and doing my laundry and cleaning and cooking. I was barfing and sometimes not barfing, just very nauseous. I was handling it better and it was not nearly as bad as I was with my others, but still crappy but It was going ok. But when you feel so crappy you start to associate everything with feeling crappy, so everything was just was crappy...and the thought of having a baby was so over whelming and crappy and that is all I felt, just how burdened I was with this new baby when I was finally just getting a taste of freedom that comes with older children, not just for myself but us as a family with our holidays, how much fun they were that we could do things that we all could enjoy.

We had plans, I was going to 46 when Macey graduated from high school and we were going to be young grandparents and spend time dong what Mitch and I can do as a couple and enjoy ourselves and travel and visit our kids and have energy to enjoy my grand kids for a long time. All the things we never got to do as a couple since we had kids right away.
I was starting to get out of my house again and do my hair again and wear jeans again and I had new freedoms now that my kids could be left with each other and I could do things with Mitch more, these things that happen when your kids get older and I was becoming "Jana" again and identifying myself as not just the mother of my children and then wife of Mitch but that I had my own identity too. Not to say that life with little children and that being who I was was a bad thing, it is just a different chapter of life and all those who have babies know that is what happens, you have your children and they become your life, every waking hour is devoted to them. But when they get older they get involved in activities, sports, friends, dances and they don't need you the same. I start to go to these activities and sporting events and talking with adults more and start doing things I stopped doing years ago because now I have the time for yourself more. Not because I was feeling like I was missing out when my kids were all little but because that is how things evolve. Life was changing to a new stage of not having little kids anymore and I was really starting to enjoy it and them in a new way. So all of a sudden I was thrown back into that place of my hair is in a bun, clothes that don't fit anymore so joggers here we come not wanting to go anywhere because it requires too much effort to go all at the same time and feeling tied to my house and going no where. I felt awful, I was useless, my house was a mess and it sucked. Life could not get any worse then it was at that moment.
Then in December my mom suddenly passed away, she left my house on Friday and she was gone on Tuesday. She started getting sick on Saturday night and we just thought she had the flu, I called her on Monday to see how she was doing and she was still sick, I was waiting for her to get better so she could come back to my house, I needed her.

I called Tuesday morning and she was starting to feel better but was still tired.Then my dad called me at 4:30 to tell me she was gone. I am not sure my life had ever been more horrid then that moment. We all know it will happen someday, we even talk about that day, My mom even talked about it to me and my girls on the Thursday before because she was talking about her ring she would pass down to me and then me to my oldest daughter, that got passed to her from her mother, but no one can prepare you for the reality of that and how hard it actually is, she was only 63.
I could not believe The Lord would give me a baby when I least expected it and then take my mom right after when I needed her more then I have needed her in a long time...I was just in shock. Then I felt selfish, mad that I had kept my mom from my dad for 2 weeks when she could have been spending those last days with her beloved companion, that she spent her last days serving me, and that all I was doing was waiting for her to be better so she could come back and take care of me. Then I was mad she was just gone, just like that. So many of us depended on her, how could he take her? Then I decided not to be mad, I couldn't be. She was free from her body, free from her burdens, she was free to rest. And if you knew my moms life you would know she deserves to rest. She raised 8 kids the first 5 of us are only 4 years apart. She had grand kids while she still had 3 kids at home, Mitch and I lived with them for 4 years and during that time Dina moved out. And the week before Mitch and I moved out Mark and his wife and 5 kids moved in. Mark has since been divorced and my mom has been raising Marks kids so Mark can go to work. My mom has always had kids, and when you are old and tired that is alot, but she loved kids and she did it. Her body was sore, she had really bad knees so she didn't get around very well, she had 90% her thyroid taken out years ago so she had troubles managing her weight which made it harder for her to get around. But she did it and no matter how tired she was she still did it. She always had kids to raise, my parents were never empty Nester's.

After my mom died for next few weeks was family and a funeral, then Christmas. During the week before her funeral I was feeling pretty good, not great but I was not as tired and my sick was subsided which was a blessing. Her funeral was nice and being together with my siblings was very healing. I went home Tuesday night after the funeral excited to get up the next day and clean my house...I woke up and puked my guts out for the next 3 days. I will take that week for the tender mercy that it was. Christmas was still a nice day, a hard day but a nice one, I puked half the day but only half the day so that was nice, it was not the best one but we survived it and there was still enjoyment in the day. The days since have been hard, getting through everyday after that was like trudging through mud as my friend would put it, I thought for sure I would never feel normal or good about anything again.

I have started to feel better the last few weeks I am not 100% but I am at least up and staring to cook and clean again and the clouds are starting to drift away, I am starting to feel like myself again and I am even starting to get out of my house a little . I am starting to get excited about this new baby that is coming, my kids can hardly wait they want it here now. I am getting fatter by the day and I have no clothes, mostly because I don't want to buy them, I bought some and they are now too small for me!! What the heck?? how do you gain 20 pounds when you are barfing up half of what you eat or are not eating at all the other half of the time??? **Siigghhhh***** Oh well, it will be worth it right? That is the way I go with the babies, I am pregnant from head to toe, I am not that cute all belly prego lady....Nope not me.

It is still hard some days, I have my good days and bad days with the loss of my mom, I called her everyday, she was always there when you needed her and she was my babysitter when I needed to leave the kids over night, she knew everything about cooking, about the gospel, everything she just always had the answer, we were close.
I try not to talk about it too much with people, I do not want to burden them with a constant sadness, and I am not sure some of my friends around here knew what to do with a bummed out, serious Jana and I think It gets hard for people who do not have the emotional attachment to keep understanding day in and day out. But I have my sisters, we talk about it and it helps. I also talk to my children, they took it hard and some are having a hard time understanding why she had to go. My mom was such a good Grandma, they loved her and she loved them, she always sang them silly songs with their names in it, my kids always sing her songs. It is hard when they are so young and have to experience such a loss. I didn't loose my fist grandparent till I was 19 and even then up till my mom's death, it was the worst day of my life.

Life is strange sometimes but even through all the crap that I have been through emotionally these last few months I have also never been so close to my Savior. I am sooo thankful for the gospel in my life, I have had some of the most spiritual experience of my life through this whole experience. I have had things revealed to me and amazing moments of being so close to the spirit that there are no words to even express them and I would not trade that for the world. I also know there are more amazing moments to come.

I know it is hard for me to express in words on paper how I feel, to explain everything that has gone on and how this has effected me, I am way better face to face. There have also been a few other things like my basement being totally ripped apart and needing to get that finished before the baby comes is a stress. But I want you all to know I am in no way harbouring any negative, bitter, resentful feelings towards this baby, I know this was not the babys fault and if having a baby 7 years later when I am 35 is the worst thing to happen to me...I will take it! Everyone does things different, they parent different, They have different ideas what is good for their children, they deal with things different and cope in different ways and no one is right or wrong, well unless you are abusing your children or neglecting them. When I had all these feelings after I found out, I talked with my mom about how guilty I felt because I was not happy about it, how there are so many people out there including 2 of my siblings and 1 of Mitch's who struggle with having kids or don't have any at all and would do anything to have one, and here I am, I didn't even want one and I got one without even trying. She just told me that I am not the first and I will not be the last to go through something like this and we all have our own trials and it is no for us to tell God what he can and cannot give us and that this will be the greatest things to ever happen to us, trials are trials no matter how they come, and this is how we grow and build strength.
I am soo thankful for a mother who taught me to be tolerant of all people and things, to understand and not judge another for we are all different and we have strengths and weakness that we have to work on and Heavenly Father loves all of us for who we are.
To have a testimony and to live my life that is pleasing me and the Lord and that is all the matters. To take care of my home, and my family and to find joy in the simple things in life, to not desire worldly things, that family is what we need to desire the most. She taught me to cook and bake, to be confident in who I am despite what anyone may think about me. To stand strong for what I believe in to have my own opinions and points of view even if it does not conform to others thinking but to still respect others opinions and points of view even if they are not the same as mine. I tried really hard not to make this post too personal, I didn't think I was ready to be sad today.
It is true when they say the good die young, they get taken because they are so needed on the other side. I am at peace with my loss, I don't like it, but I am o.k. I am at peace with this baby that is coming, I always wanted 6 so I guess I am getting my way after all.

Anyway, that is all the seriousness I can take right now. I just ate 3 Popsicles, I think I have a problem. I could eat Oranges and Popsicle's all day every day right now, they are my loves.
So till next time, which will probably be at the rate I seem to go it will be pictures of the baby, which is due July 17th. peace out.

The last picture taken of my mom, a month before she passed.

Taking the stink eye to a whole new level.

So blogger has been seriously irritating me, I have tried to blog 300 times and this is the first time it has let me in a while..super exciting. I still am having troubles commenting, so my apologies again to those who care.

Things are good, busy, I am still at Walmart in the evenings, I enjoy it and I have met tons of people which was my goal and I am enjoying the social life that comes with it. Although I think time is coming to quit there, my kids are starting to complain so I think I may just oblige them.

I am running my day home which has been fun, I started with 6, 1 year olds that are now 2 year olds and all the mamma's have had babies so come the winter I will have a house full of tiny tots.. Which is good for me since I am not having anymore of my own babies, this keeps me satisfied with kids at my feet, I got a 10 month old a little while ago and I told Mitch that I was happy to get to play with her and then send her home for the night.

It has been really good for me, I decided I really like where I am at with my kids they are older now and we can come and go since we have built in babysitters, this helps us have some date nights at the grocery store..very romantic.
It is also nice they can all go outside to play and I don't have to have a panic attack every time they leave my sight at home or the park of wherever. I have no car seats and strollers to haul and the kids just get themselves in the car and off we go.. So even though I miss having babies I am now in a good place of realising I am not in baby mode anymore, which was weird to realise this since that is all I did for 10 years but it is just o.k. I think it also comforts Mitch to know I will not beg him for babies anymore...

When I had Macey the doctor advised me that she should be my last, I always wanted 6 kids so I was not so sure how I felt about it. I get horribly sick when I am pregnant, so sick I can't even get out of bed and I barf my life away and hooked up to IV in the hospital while my parents take day duty in taking care of my children till Mitch got home..it was a good life :S

But not only that I have crazy fast labours, Colton my first was only 2 1/2 hours and each one got faster and by the time I had Macey she was 23 minutes start to finish, super intense, and I shoot them out so fast the nurse barley catches them since my doctor has missed every one of them, he always walked in right after they came out.
Because of this my body goes into shock and I hemorrhage, and it got worse with each one, so by the time I had macey I had about 30 people in the room trying to stop the bleeding, that would not stop, I won't get into detail but it was a traumatizing experience and I think my husband still isn't over it.
The doctor then proceeded to tell me that he thought it best I don't do that again, he thought he was going to loose me, so if I decided to do it again that next time he would book me for a C section and then take all my woman parts with it to prevent any of that happening again. So we prayed and have since felt good that our family was here and I have been fine with the the 5 kids I have....Some people don't even get to have 1 child, so I am more then blessed and happy to accept that I got to have 5.

And here are the fabulous 5, pretty cute stuff eh??

Now that I have told you a story I had no intention of telling, nor was it any reason for this entry I will continue on with my purpose of this blog.

So the other day I was sitting with one of my day home kids on my lap, he was having a bad day so I pulled out the lap top and tuned on some raffi and then turned on the photo center/web cam and started to have fun with him. Anyway after he got off my lap I went through the pictures and noticed something super awesome..so I took some more pictures too see if my find was right, and sad new is that I was right...I have a Quasimodo eye..is this the result of getting old? one eye decided to droop and sag while the other looks large marge?? So the next day I still was not over it, after looking in the mirror 3 trillion times to see if I could see this crazy big eye and small droopy eye but I could not see it in the mirror so I decided to take more pictures...this time without makeup to see if it was just the light reflecting off my shiny face...But alas I was wrong, it is just my crazy eye...

Take a look, and tell me the truth, I can handle it...They should make a Disney movie after me and call it "mom's stink eye" I would totally watch it.

P.s...I think I am a gangster so ignore the face epression, I come by it honestly. I have problems taking pictures.

I think it is time to look into some face lift prices, what do you think?? Or maybe getting someone to reshape the eye brows, I mean having one pointy eye brow on the already big scary eye does not help the droppy eye at all. I look like I am in constant eye brow lifting...Marin, come home and help me please..Mike does your dentist office have lazers to lazer my eye??

I tried the no make up look to see if there was a difference and I think that it does not matter...crazy is just there...I am old, it is time I just deal with it.

Selena Gomez-Magic!!! Amazing Parody

I did not realise it had been sooo long since I last blogged, I need better motivation, but I am busy, I have a day home with 9 children, 6 whom are 2 and under so my time to sit and get blogs done is non existent, I take my down time and get things done that I need to get done, or maybe I just sit on the couch and read?? Actually I don't do that either since I hate reading anything that isn't an Archie comic. I think I sleep? I am not sure what I do actually, my life is pretty much a blur at this point.

Anyway, I thought I would post my kids music videos they made, they are in 2 different blogs since I do not know how to put them both in the same post, but you only need to comment under one post, I understand....Anyway I love to dance, I hear good music and I just have to shake it, music runs through my veins so it brings me great joy that my kids share my passion for busting a move...Or maybe just my passion for doing crazy things, Oh the madness that goes on in this house of mine.

My kids like to make videos, they spend their days doing this and I have a few great "movies" they have put together, but they are long and maybe boring for those who don't really know them enough to invest the time, so I won't make you watch those.... So enjoy the music, one of these days I will up date u on the exciting happenings in the Ball house....Maybe that is my problem, we are just very boring around here.

The boy in the glasses is my nephew, he is Mitchs brothers son. It was soo cute because he is a pretty reserved kid and it took Colton some convincing to get him to do this video so its fun to watch Austin break out and get jiggy with it....This is what happens when you come to the Ball house, you will be corrupted, I promise.....Peace out.

The Ball Funky Bunch

Kids say the darndest things

First order of business...Sorry to those who I have not been leaving comments to. I promise that I try but blogger seems to pick and choose when it will let me, which is few and far between these days...and unless I try 3000 times then it will eventually work..I do read and care I promise.

Anyway, Summer has been busy and fun and I will have more of that later but for now I just have a short message.

Do you see this cute face?? Adorable right?

Today this lovely child says to me.
"Mom just a minute I need to go take a Deuce" I turned around and said "excuse me" and she then says " Mom, Deuce is a word you say for when you have to take a dump"........Angelic isn't she.
I think Mitch and I will be having a conversation when he gets home.

Where did the time go?

It has been far toooo long since I blogged. But I have been soooo busy with my crazy life that having 5 seconds to sit down these days is a treat, I have just enough time to sit and check my e-mails and read all the blogs before I have to get up and start my day. I watch 3, 1 year old's and a 2 year old...and then I go to work in the evenings..which is getting better, I am enjoying the getting out of the house part and I have met some great people and one girl who has become a great friend... But that is going to be a post for another time.... And between the kids sports and church activities my life never stops.. I remember thinking how nice it will be when the kids get older and I won't be so busy anymore...well that went out the window, we are way more busy in a different way, but it's a good busy. Anyway on to the topic at hand here.

Summer holidays...do I love them. I always get excited for school to finish, this means no more getting up in the morning, no more making lunches, no more routine that has to be followed....Now you would think that after a few years of this I would have learned by now that with the bliss comes a trade off.....Ya no more making lunches but that also means 5 kids home...all day.....everyday....with nothing to do but stinky old chores...It is soooooooo boring at our house you know, my kids let me know every day. I guess the trampoline and their bikes, and the park down the street or the pool a few blocks away is just not good enough.

I think though that what drives me the most crazy would be the fighting...with boredom and 5 kids comes fighting. What happened to the simple days when they were young and loved each other and played together all the time because they were best friends?? I liked those days.

So I decided after 3 days of them being home and me standing in my kitchen and hearing them fighting and yelling at each other up and down the street, I called them inside and told them all to go sit on the couch and not make one sound...They had to sit till I decided my blood had stopped boiling enough to go talk to them with a level voice. I came up with a new plan, I said "look, I am not spending my summer listening to fighting, you guys are going to find a way to get along and be friends, you have 8 weeks of heavenly bliss together so figure it out or this is going to be what happens every time I hear any form of unpleasantness" ESPECIALLY outside for the whole neighbourhood to hear!! Which I am sure they all have decided how lucky they were the Ball family moved in...geesh. :s

I then told them to pull out the scriptures and they each get to read 5 verses...if they continue to banter during this reading session each one gets another 2 verses....I figured that if anything, maybe reading the book of mormon or the bible will bring better feelings and who can fight after reading about all those wonderful things?? You can tell how excited they are.....just take a look.

Halle was all for it, she kept saying "come on guys are we are going to have to read forever" She is a smart cookie..because she knows that mom will make them sit there till they are done and I am satisfied with there attitudes.

The system has been working, its amazing what a little scriptures will do for the sweet spirits that reside in my children somewhere in there. The fighting stops for the rest of the day. It brings me great joy when I get to be the lamest mom ever...
I also need to talk about Macey for a moment, as I was looking for the pictures above I came across these pictures I had taken for another blog. I will tell you a little story. When Bailey was born, my first daughter she had TONS of black hair, so naturally I had bows and springs and clips in her hair from day one. As she grew I still always did her hair and she was always dressed nice and cute..it was a must! When I had Halle she was born with TONS of black hair too...so again the clips came out, as she grew her hair was done MOST the time, and her clothes were clean and cute MOST the time...it seemed that I slacked a little with girl number 2, but I was always anal about how they looked, and when you see pictures of them when they were little Bileys hair is ALWAYS done and Halle's is done MOST the time....I was going to scan some pictures but the scanner in not plugged in so you are out of luck man.

Now I look at Macey..who is child number 5 and daughter number 3 and was born with peach fuzz, I feel like I have failed her..Now I do do her hair and make sure she is dress decent enough to go in public or church or school...but when we are at home dhe dresses herself and I forget to brush her hair...or maybe I just don't bother anymore, not worth the fight when we are not going anywhere.
Macey as well is a little bit more strong minded and stubborn then the rest of my kids, she has a sassy side that seemed to have skipped over my other children....Maybe, just maybe she is a tad bit like her mother?? pretty sure my parents when I see them smile at Maceys determination to do it the way she wants it done..their smile is secretly saying..."yes Jana, it's pay back time"

She also when she gets dressed, pulls out every single article of clothing and throws it all on the floor till she finds what she wants to wear, I was going to take a picture of the mess in front of her dresser but I could not find the camera and we have since cleaned it up...its our morning ritual which she hates but seriously STOP DOING IT!!!

Anyway, I have just started to let Macey dress herself for the most part, which is funny since Halle still let's me dress her since she does not care what she wears..But Macey knows what Macey wants and she will fight tooth and nail to NOT put on something she does NOT want to wear...I have surrendered...or maybe it's just laziness due to her being the 5th and she is the poor "somethings just aren't that important" last child scenario..So here are a few pictures of her ensembles she puts together...and her un brushed hair.

This is stinky Macey, she did not want her picture taken, she was mad I was laughing...P.s..ignore the mess in the background, I had just got home from working a 8 hour shift on a Saturday...house is always in good shape when that happens.

So there you have it...these are the moments that I love to look back on when they are all grown up and don't do cute things like this anymore. My life is quickly turning in to that, my kids are growing and turning into little teenagers. Colton is 13 in 3 weeks and Bailey is 11 in 4 months. Macey starts kindergarten in the fall all my kids will be in school, it's hard to let go of those years but this stage is much easier and so fun in a different way.

I have more blogs on the way, hopefully it's not 2 more months before I get around to posting them...And maybe I will get a new camera by then, I dropped ours and now it takes crappy pictures, the come out darkish and blah as you can see.....Anyway, I am out.....

Bailey button

Do you ever look at your children and love them soo much you think you are literally going to burst out of your skin because you don't know where all that love is going to go?? I love those moments..I love to love my children...











Today's topic is Bailey...

I walked in her room today to give her her clothes to put away and I noticed a new sign on the door...Bailey's specialty is signs on the door, we have them everywhere..even our bathroom. She likes to lay down the rules of the room...I think that she may be exempt from all these rules but I could be wrong, maybe I will ask her.

Bailey is 10 going on 11, she is sweet, tiny, like really tiny..the girl looks like she is 7. She is helpful, organised, clean, creative and always standing up for her friends...she is a wonderful girl and is hitting the full on pre teens with a vengeance. You walk in her room and you know you are in a room that belongs to a 10 year old girl.

Anyway, I found this new sign hanging on her door and I had a good chuckle..One of Baileys pet peeves is Halle's nose picking, I am not really sure why this bugs her soo much, after all it's just boogers. Halles room has booger on the wall by her bed, it's gross..I make her wipe her walls all the time. Here if you look closely you will see the boogies on the wall, this is right beside her bed.















Just a little picture of miss Halle with her hamster.
Boogies in the back ground.

Anyway, Bailey always gets upset at the nose picking. We are trying to remedy the situation but we have proved unsuccessful to date.

Just a side note...Halle's room is not that pink, they have pink curtains and they are closed in this picture so everything looks way pinker..her wall's are actually white.

This is the new note...It reads.

"No nose picking in Baileys room please"

I am happy she added the "please" in there, shows good manners.

we put Macey's dresser in Baileys closet because her closet is big and we did not have any room to put it in the bedrooms, so Bailey kindly wrote a sign that hangs on the closet door....

These are the other signs that hang on her door..Please read the rules before entering the room..Mitch was pleased to see that he was not included in the no "boys" part.

This is a picture of her wall's..

That "Bailey Ball" sign she did all by herself, she sat and drew and colored and cut out the paper and put it one her wall..Looks pretty good, she is very creative.

If you look closely at her "night stand" she made that all buy herself too...I promised her we would find her a real night table, but it seems the ones that match her bed are no long available since they have discontinued the line...Oh well.

I am looking forward to the teens...I think she is going to be ton's of fun..about as fun as I was for my parents. We should maybe ask my parents their opinion on that one. :s