Oh the Bliss!

Today was G O R G E O U S. I'm so sorry if you live anywhere other than SoCal because today's weather was absolutely gorgeous. I spent some quality time with Tman lounging on a blanket in the grass and grabbed some cute shots of him... I think he enjoyed being outside almost as much as I did. He's all over the place these days, which I cannot believe. Here, I'll prove it - Sorry it's kind of long. If you don't want to watch the whole thing basically it's me putting out a toy for Troy to scoot to and he does it, in a very fish out of water - flip floppy kind of way. One last thing (for Lolly). I made a smoothie today, because it was a smoothie kind of day, here's what I put in it: ~frozen strawberries, mango and pineapple. ~ three handfuls of fresh spinach ~ handful of raw almonds (great idea, Amy) ~ about a half a cup of plain yogurt (organic) ~ two or three tablespoons of Agave Nectar It was SO good! Ben and I both loved it. It was the first time I'

Here is an example of our sweet Addie-girl throwing a 'tude because I won't let her look at her picture on the camera screen. This is just one of the many times today we were blessed by her acting skills. I wonder where she got them from? (No need to answer that.)

Well, since I'm pretty sure I wrote about things that bug me already I thought I'd mix it up a bit and make a list of things that don't bug me. How's that for a cheery little change? Ok, here we go. 10 Things that don't bug me: 1. People/families who stop by without calling, even at meal time. Love it. 2. People who are coming over to my house and invite their friends to come too without asking me. The more the merrier. 3. People who leave their shoes on in my house. No prob. 4. Jumping on our couches. Go ahead. 5. Dirty kids. Bring it. 6. People who have a problem with me and actually tell me. I welcome it. 7. People who fall asleep on my couch or LuvSac, ahem, Wendy . 8. Being late to a park play-date. (Being late to a meal is a different story.) 9. Being reminded that I owe you money, or that I need to give something back to you that I borrowed. Please, I need the help. 10. Late night phone calls. I'm awake, and if I'm not I do a pretty darn good job of

(Little warning: I could quite possibly offend lots of Facebookers out there. But before anyone gets hurt, know that I'm just as addicted as the next guy. And I too am guilty of putting too much of me out there. That being said...) There are just some people on Facebook who start to get to me with all their "join my group", "pillow fighting" and "poking" nonsense. Christmas time killed me with the "Ornaments". I'm all for a good "status update" but every now and then I find this ooooooooone person who just takes it a bit too far. I think I was on the verge of becoming that person, as I found myself thinking about my life in status updates. Sarah Fitzpatrick is Washing the dishes. Sarah Fitzpatrick is Folding the laundry. Sarah Fitzpatrick is Addicted. Fortunately I found a Status Updates Anonymous group and I'm in recovery. And when I first started out on fb I was a sucker for sending "flowers" because who doesn&#

I sat down to write a blog about things that bug me but I kept feeling like I had already written a blog on the same topic so I went back in time and revisited some great stories from past blogs. I didn't find what I was looking for but I did just spend over an hour reading little stories and seeing pictures I have already forgotten about. That is why I love having a blog, to help me remember all the little details that get lost in the 1/4 part of my brain I have left. (I figure each child takes up a quarter of my brain's capacity. Maybe it's best we stop having kids after all.) So really this is a non-post because it's really about nothing. So sorry. And if anyone can remember whether or not I've written about things that bug me, like lights left on when no one is in the room, opened drawers and cabinet doors etc..., please let me know. Since I'm on here I might as well post some pictures, right? Ben and Thompson sharing a Popcorn Movie Night together. You migh

I went through some of my old "stuff" a few weekends ago at my parent's house. Among the beloved Pound Puppies and a Rainbow Brite doll (kudos to my mom for keeping such treasures!) were some old school papers. She didn't keep it all, thank goodness, but what she did keep I had a good laugh over. I'm thankful to have these mementos from my early childhood. It will be fun to show my own kids the pictures I drew when I was six and what I wrote about when I was 8. One of the items is a mobile all about "Me". Each little hanging cloud has a paragraph I wrote describing me. Here are a few of the clouds I found particularly fun to read... My Family "My family s a family of five. I have two brothers, Jason is 12 and Darren is 16. Judy and Dan Prince are my parents. Darren plays the saxophone. Jason likes to play baseball. I like to play the piano and handbells. ( oh yes I did! ) My Dad woks at Hunt Wesson. (T his is my favorite part.. .) Writing letters

Here are a few random pictures of my fun loving kids. We have been having loads of fun together. Today I took them to the beach and met up with Carrie and her kiddos. Though we have no real photos to prove it, the kids had a fabulous time together as usual. It was a gorgeous day to be at the beach! Sorry to all my hard working friends and family who have jobs during the day!! This morning we gathered around the laptop and watched the inauguration (live). I was pleasantly surprised about a couple of things. I was happy that Rick Warren actually said the name of Jesus because in political settings I've heard he tends to use other, safer names. I was also impressed with Obama's speech and I'm wondering how much of it he actually wrote and who wrote the rest. The man can give a speech, that's for sure. I am looking forward to the next four years to see if and when he will live up to all the hype surrounding him. I hope good things will come, and that God will be close to ou

I wrote a blog today but it posted it underneath Not Good, Good, GREAT. So scroll down for it. It's called Wonderfully Made. Thanks!

That was the progression of my day. But first, I'm back to Blogger (obviously) and I'm hoping the change is a good one. Hang in there while I figure everything out on here, it's been awhile. I'm not sure you can go back to fitzlife, but if you have a free night and you're super bored you can go back to 2005 when I started this blog and read all about our family 'til your heart's content. Today started out not so good. I took Addison to the doctor and found out she has horrible ear infections in both ears. I feel incredibly guilty (which is not my forte) because I probably should've taken her two days ago when she first started complaining about the pain in her ear. Instead I thought I'd wait it out and see if it got worse. Why I made that decision, I have no idea. It did, indeed, get worse and now I feel SO bad for waiting to get her treated. The nurse practitioner showed me Addison's ear drum and I literally started crying right there in the off

I love my body. That must sound weird coming from a girl, but I do. Not the way it looks necessarily, but the way it was made - that's what I love. I love the way my body can effectively do everything it's supposed to do. I'm so thankful for that. I love that my arms can wrap around things like babies, toddlers, my man. I love that my legs can walk, skip, run if I have to. And though I'd never willingly choose to, I bet my body could run really fast if that's what it needed to do, like to save a child in danger or protect someone from impending harm. My body was made well. Psalm 139:14 says, "I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made." This verse came to mind while I was in a doctor's office holding a very sick little girl. I was sitting in a chair singing songs to Addison, feeling the weight of her sleeping body on my chest and I though, "I was made perfectly for this; to hold my baby girl". Her head rested on the fleshy part of