Torture
12 hours ago
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Mock Camping
As I'm typing this Sydney is sitting in her Dora princess dress, putting together a puzzle at the kitchen table singing as sweet as an angel, "Close to You".
She's been in time out 4 times this morning already....but right now, I want to kiss her whole face off.
Last night as we drove home from my parents house, boys asleep in the back seat, Sydney telling her kitty stories, I grabbed J's hand and said...."what a great weekend"
It really was. We did fun stuff, everyone was in pretty good spirits and in the end....it was great.
Friday we went to a local jump house with some friends. We were practically the only ones there. The girls LOVE jumping, and going down the giant slide. No fear. Spencer seems to carry on this same trait, while Cameron is a bit more cautious.
Saturday was our good friends Imani and Nia's birthday party. They had a swim party at a local club.(click on outdoor pool and then still image 2 to see the slides) It is more like a resort. It is very nice....we had SUCH a good time.
Sydney is a fish. (more than one person told me this)
They have 2 big slides, like at the water parks. There isn't a height requirement and a life guard stands at the bottom to catch any little people going down.
Sydney LOVED it. She went all by herself...climbed the stairs, made her way to the front of the line and down she went.
I stood by the opening at the bottom behind the rope and waited for the lifeguard to snatch her up and pass her over to me.
The 2nd time down I watched as the lifeguard at the top of the slide told the lifeguard at the bottom catching kids to move to the 2nd tube slide...there was a little one coming down. Another lifeguard joined the one on top to relieve her. She turned to tell him something (I'm watching the whole thing unfold) suddenly her face turns towards the other slide. She quickly leans down to wave the lifeguard to the other slide....he's busy waiting for the kid to come down the tube slide. I KNEW in my HEART that it was Sydney. In a matter of seconds....the lifeguard took off down the slide, I made my way under the rope and started for the slide. Out came a little person. The force of the water plunges them down under the water, so it took a second for her to start to surface. Then the lifeguard followed behind her and snatched her up before I could even get there. Sydney came up, smiling and catching her breath. The lifeguard was so apologetic. I felt like I was the one who should be apologizing for my child not listening in the first place. I told Sydney that she needed to WAIT for the lifeguard to tell her that it was ok to go down the slide. Again. NO FEAR !
She went on the little slide in the kiddie side for a while and when Mommy J got there with the boys, we switched and J, Syd and some of our friends went down the big slides for the next 30-40 minutes. They had a blast. The boys warmed up to the water and enjoyed splashing as well.
Saturday night we set up the tent, roasted smores on the BBQ, and slept out. (well until almost 1 am when I realized that I had a soft pillow top king sized bed inside. I woke J up and told her that I wanted to go inside.)
We are camping this weekend and no longer have a trailer, so we had to set up the tent to make sure it still worked :)
The next morning Syd woke up and said...."what was yesterday" I said, "it was Saturday". she follows with, "on Saturday we slept in the teeeeent."
The boys slept inside, but had a BLAST playing in the tent beforehand.
Sunday we relaxed and went to grandma and papa's for dinner and games.
There are times when I think about life pre kids. How we played with our friends, went out on the weekends, played volleyball, basketball....went to dinner, movies, camping, camping, camping.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
She's been in time out 4 times this morning already....but right now, I want to kiss her whole face off.
Last night as we drove home from my parents house, boys asleep in the back seat, Sydney telling her kitty stories, I grabbed J's hand and said...."what a great weekend"
It really was. We did fun stuff, everyone was in pretty good spirits and in the end....it was great.
Friday we went to a local jump house with some friends. We were practically the only ones there. The girls LOVE jumping, and going down the giant slide. No fear. Spencer seems to carry on this same trait, while Cameron is a bit more cautious.
Saturday was our good friends Imani and Nia's birthday party. They had a swim party at a local club.(click on outdoor pool and then still image 2 to see the slides) It is more like a resort. It is very nice....we had SUCH a good time.
Sydney is a fish. (more than one person told me this)
They have 2 big slides, like at the water parks. There isn't a height requirement and a life guard stands at the bottom to catch any little people going down.
Sydney LOVED it. She went all by herself...climbed the stairs, made her way to the front of the line and down she went.
I stood by the opening at the bottom behind the rope and waited for the lifeguard to snatch her up and pass her over to me.
The 2nd time down I watched as the lifeguard at the top of the slide told the lifeguard at the bottom catching kids to move to the 2nd tube slide...there was a little one coming down. Another lifeguard joined the one on top to relieve her. She turned to tell him something (I'm watching the whole thing unfold) suddenly her face turns towards the other slide. She quickly leans down to wave the lifeguard to the other slide....he's busy waiting for the kid to come down the tube slide. I KNEW in my HEART that it was Sydney. In a matter of seconds....the lifeguard took off down the slide, I made my way under the rope and started for the slide. Out came a little person. The force of the water plunges them down under the water, so it took a second for her to start to surface. Then the lifeguard followed behind her and snatched her up before I could even get there. Sydney came up, smiling and catching her breath. The lifeguard was so apologetic. I felt like I was the one who should be apologizing for my child not listening in the first place. I told Sydney that she needed to WAIT for the lifeguard to tell her that it was ok to go down the slide. Again. NO FEAR !
She went on the little slide in the kiddie side for a while and when Mommy J got there with the boys, we switched and J, Syd and some of our friends went down the big slides for the next 30-40 minutes. They had a blast. The boys warmed up to the water and enjoyed splashing as well.
Saturday night we set up the tent, roasted smores on the BBQ, and slept out. (well until almost 1 am when I realized that I had a soft pillow top king sized bed inside. I woke J up and told her that I wanted to go inside.)
We are camping this weekend and no longer have a trailer, so we had to set up the tent to make sure it still worked :)
The next morning Syd woke up and said...."what was yesterday" I said, "it was Saturday". she follows with, "on Saturday we slept in the teeeeent."
The boys slept inside, but had a BLAST playing in the tent beforehand.
Sunday we relaxed and went to grandma and papa's for dinner and games.
There are times when I think about life pre kids. How we played with our friends, went out on the weekends, played volleyball, basketball....went to dinner, movies, camping, camping, camping.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
DISTURBING, VILE, DISCONCERTED Meme.
8 random facts about me.
So you already know I pee in the shower. What else is there to tell :)
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Disturbing facts. It's gonna get dark up in here.
1- I freak out sometimes when my feet are outside of the covers or hanging over the bed slightly. I always think something is going to GRAB them.
2- I have seen a ghost. No really. I see dead people. (well once)
3- I saved a girls life AND also tried to kill her when I was 8. I felt like it was eye for an eye. (same foster girl I used to movie star kiss) wow, I'll bet being in the system really SCREWED that girl up.
4- I also tried to hang the neighborhood bully Frank when I was 7. He killed a kitten. He was a BAD, BAD kid. He needed to die for his crimes. :) I did kiss him on the side of my house later. Again...tit for tat.
5- I have an escape plan for every situation that MIGHT happen to me and my family. ie. If a robber/murderer/rapist comes in. Depending on whether I wake up to him in my room...or hear him break in. I play sleep until I can get to Syd's room (NOT because she is my favorite...but because it's the first and closest door to my own) get her...wrap her in a blanket so as we slam through the glass window of her bedroom I won't cut her. That is IF he has now realized that I'm out and starts chasing me. I then BREAK the glass to the boys room and get them.
Kind of the same thing if there was a fire....and it was blocking my pathway to the boys room. (oh and then I would come back IN TO the BLAZING house to grab...baby books and scrapbooks. AND if I can get the computer. SHIT. I'm gonna want to blog about this FOR SURE ! :)
I just PRAY that J makes a SAFE exit herself :) ha ha Just kidding baby....I would of course hope she heads to the boys room so that we may both exit at the same time. Save me the cuts breakin' through ANOTHER window.
These are the things that I think about some times when I go to sleep.
6- When I was little. My mom would have me borrow an egg, cup of sugar...etc. from the neighbors. Mostly at night, but pretty much ANY TIME, I would RUN home as fast as I could and if a car was passing my house at the same time. I would hold REALLY STILL until it passed and would get completely stiff...waiting for the bullet to pass through my body. Yes. I ALWAYS thought someone was going to shoot me. (NO...I didn't live in the hood....well...it could be considered the hood now, but then it was just low income :)
I told my mom this later....she said she did the same thing when she was little....only she always thought she was going to get hit with a bow and arrow. :) ha ha
7- I rented faces of death. AND I watched it.
8- I watched, will watch, and have TOTALLY enjoyed....Full House, Growing Pains, Roseanne, Golden Girls and Little House on the Prairie.
WOW ! That was cleansing. I feel like a LOAD has been lifted :)
OK, Life as a Rainbow, Take a Walk, Life as a Kaleidoscope, 2 moms a turtle and a butterfly, Kelly Belly, All I got, Gemini, Sarah and Jordan
So you already know I pee in the shower. What else is there to tell :)
Here are the rules:
Let others know who tagged you.
Players start with 8 random facts about themselves
Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts
Players should tag 8 other people and tell them they’ve been tagged.
Disturbing facts. It's gonna get dark up in here.
1- I freak out sometimes when my feet are outside of the covers or hanging over the bed slightly. I always think something is going to GRAB them.
2- I have seen a ghost. No really. I see dead people. (well once)
3- I saved a girls life AND also tried to kill her when I was 8. I felt like it was eye for an eye. (same foster girl I used to movie star kiss) wow, I'll bet being in the system really SCREWED that girl up.
4- I also tried to hang the neighborhood bully Frank when I was 7. He killed a kitten. He was a BAD, BAD kid. He needed to die for his crimes. :) I did kiss him on the side of my house later. Again...tit for tat.
5- I have an escape plan for every situation that MIGHT happen to me and my family. ie. If a robber/murderer/rapist comes in. Depending on whether I wake up to him in my room...or hear him break in. I play sleep until I can get to Syd's room (NOT because she is my favorite...but because it's the first and closest door to my own) get her...wrap her in a blanket so as we slam through the glass window of her bedroom I won't cut her. That is IF he has now realized that I'm out and starts chasing me. I then BREAK the glass to the boys room and get them.
Kind of the same thing if there was a fire....and it was blocking my pathway to the boys room. (oh and then I would come back IN TO the BLAZING house to grab...baby books and scrapbooks. AND if I can get the computer. SHIT. I'm gonna want to blog about this FOR SURE ! :)
I just PRAY that J makes a SAFE exit herself :) ha ha Just kidding baby....I would of course hope she heads to the boys room so that we may both exit at the same time. Save me the cuts breakin' through ANOTHER window.
These are the things that I think about some times when I go to sleep.
6- When I was little. My mom would have me borrow an egg, cup of sugar...etc. from the neighbors. Mostly at night, but pretty much ANY TIME, I would RUN home as fast as I could and if a car was passing my house at the same time. I would hold REALLY STILL until it passed and would get completely stiff...waiting for the bullet to pass through my body. Yes. I ALWAYS thought someone was going to shoot me. (NO...I didn't live in the hood....well...it could be considered the hood now, but then it was just low income :)
I told my mom this later....she said she did the same thing when she was little....only she always thought she was going to get hit with a bow and arrow. :) ha ha
7- I rented faces of death. AND I watched it.
8- I watched, will watch, and have TOTALLY enjoyed....Full House, Growing Pains, Roseanne, Golden Girls and Little House on the Prairie.
WOW ! That was cleansing. I feel like a LOAD has been lifted :)
OK, Life as a Rainbow, Take a Walk, Life as a Kaleidoscope, 2 moms a turtle and a butterfly, Kelly Belly, All I got, Gemini, Sarah and Jordan
Spoken like a true Woman.
Scene :
Syd is playing in the tub. Me and my wife are rocking the boys to sleep and talking about our day.
Syd doesn't stop talking or singing which is my security that she's ok until I can get back in there. Things got a little quiet and I shushed J.
"SSSSSHHHH !" ear turned to the doorway.
Syd still chattering away.....me STRAINING to listen.....J looking at me like What The Hell.
"Do you hear that?" I said standing up, placing Spencer in the crib.
"What?" J, still with the What The Hell look on her face.
I walked toward the bathroom, Syd is sitting playing with her bath doll and has turned the fish that covers the faucet upside down which pools the water in the mouth, backing it up and allows it to come out of the base and over the top, making it's way to my floor.
I heard water dripping so I walked over to the tub. Turned the fish back down and didn't notice any major puddle or large amounts of water flowing out of the tub. I headed back to the boys room and I hear it again. I look downstairs....like that's going to help me listen and I realize there is water dripping downstairs. I head down and sure enough. From the ceiling above the upstairs tub.....water is coming down at a quick speed in to the basement bathroom. I get a towel, throw it on the puddle and tell J.
J freaks out. "I have told her not to turn that fish upside down a MILLION times."
I am actually the calm one, "it's ok....she's 3....it's my fault for not being in there."
"It's RUINED. The whole ceiling, the WALLS....GOD !" J is pacing between the upstairs bathroom and the stairs.
"Go lay down honey. Just go lay down for a minute."
"NO!" she heads downstairs.
Now this is just the set up. The reason I'm telling you this story is for what followed bath time.
I was explaining to Syd why she can't turn the fish upside down, trapping the water in the fishes mouth and told her that the water was now dripping from the ceiling downstairs.
Sydney, "you need to call a man."
"What?" wondering where she hears this stuff.
"yip, you need to call a man...and then he will come here...and then he will SWEEEEP the water away." Syd using a sweeping motion with her hands.
"Why do we need to call a man. Mommy is WAY smarter than most men. She can take care of it."
"NO ! You HAVE to call a MAN."
I rolled my eyes and got her ready for bed.
She went downstairs to see Mommy taking the heat lamp off of the ceiling, allowing 24 oz of water to come down on top of her head. Still not happy.
"Mommy, we need to call a MAN to come."
Furrowed brow, "Why would I need to call a man. I can fix it myself"
"NO MOMMY ! You need to get your cell phone and call a man. He will fix it." Syd started up the stairs.
J, "Who the hell teaches her this shit?"
Me smiling, "I have NO idea"
Monday, July 23, 2007
Who's money...your money ? Our money ?
I'm struggling to come up with anything witty and interesting to say.
(yes....I feel up to this point I've been very witty and interesting)
I feel like we haven't stopped and yet there's not a way to bring it all together.
It was my wife's birthday this Saturday. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you....dah dah..dah dah..dah dah dah....dah dah dah dah....dah dah.
My boys have been sick and haven't been themselves (they are still taking 2 naps a day..WEW) which made celebrating a really hard thing.
PLUS....we had a dinner party at our house on Sunday for our families to celebrate both the boys and J's birthdays. It was successful, but there's all the preparation.
Poor J.
I didn't buy her a present. I feel as if I'm in unfamiliar territory. I've never been a stay at home wife/mom before. We have ALWAYS combined our money and J has always made more money than me. She has never made me feel as if I had to ask her how to spend money...we talk about money and have never had problems.
Well...I felt stupid buying a present for her with "her" money. (again..totally my issue)
We went to dinner and the Rodeo :) My parents took us and it happened to land on her birthday. a day in which we already had a babysitter lined up. (thanks R and D)
It was fun. I like to wait until a bull spears someone or lands on someone. TOTALLY disturbed. (I care...I watched 8 Seconds and I cried)
I always want to see someone get hurt. everyone rushes to the injured. silence falls over the crowd. no movement. finally they help the cowboy to his feet and everyone cheers as he walks off in his tight wranglers, cowboy boots and bull legged walk.
That's what I wait for. It didn't happen this year. Bummer.
I wish that I could have put together a montage of J's life, finished off with the music of Kenny Rogers "Through the years" :).....I don't have a scanner though. DAMN.
J is amazing. She is talented beyond words. She's smart. She's giving. She has LOADS of energy (for a person her age)hee hee She's my rock. She's the only one who can put up with me :)
pppppwwwwwaaaah (big movie star kiss)
(yes....I feel up to this point I've been very witty and interesting)
I feel like we haven't stopped and yet there's not a way to bring it all together.
It was my wife's birthday this Saturday. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you....dah dah..dah dah..dah dah dah....dah dah dah dah....dah dah.
My boys have been sick and haven't been themselves (they are still taking 2 naps a day..WEW) which made celebrating a really hard thing.
PLUS....we had a dinner party at our house on Sunday for our families to celebrate both the boys and J's birthdays. It was successful, but there's all the preparation.
Poor J.
I didn't buy her a present. I feel as if I'm in unfamiliar territory. I've never been a stay at home wife/mom before. We have ALWAYS combined our money and J has always made more money than me. She has never made me feel as if I had to ask her how to spend money...we talk about money and have never had problems.
Well...I felt stupid buying a present for her with "her" money. (again..totally my issue)
We went to dinner and the Rodeo :) My parents took us and it happened to land on her birthday. a day in which we already had a babysitter lined up. (thanks R and D)
It was fun. I like to wait until a bull spears someone or lands on someone. TOTALLY disturbed. (I care...I watched 8 Seconds and I cried)
I always want to see someone get hurt. everyone rushes to the injured. silence falls over the crowd. no movement. finally they help the cowboy to his feet and everyone cheers as he walks off in his tight wranglers, cowboy boots and bull legged walk.
That's what I wait for. It didn't happen this year. Bummer.
I wish that I could have put together a montage of J's life, finished off with the music of Kenny Rogers "Through the years" :).....I don't have a scanner though. DAMN.
J is amazing. She is talented beyond words. She's smart. She's giving. She has LOADS of energy (for a person her age)hee hee She's my rock. She's the only one who can put up with me :)
pppppwwwwwaaaah (big movie star kiss)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
TAKE me out to the ball game. TAKE me out with the crowd..
Before I show you THE cutest montage. I have to point out one thing.
That one thing is this. It is 12:11 am and I'm putting together a montage. WITH music. I'm also posting. WHY? you ask. Because I have found myself at a crossroad. My boys are now merging their naps in to one I afear (no not a word, don't Go.ogle it)
I HOPE that's what it is. They aren't so much sleeping at ALL really. So I'm only assuming that it has to do with the need for a change in their scheduled naps. oh god please let that be it
They are ORNERY. I'm ORNERY. I'm also near the start, yet again, of Aunt Flo.
I thought Steph was supposed to be enterTAINing her for a while. Not a great host aye ? ;)
Any hew. All of these factor in to a day from hell and me needing me time, which seems to always fall in the middle of the night when not a creature is stirring. (except of course Spencer who I've had to place his binky in his mouth twice while writing this...he seems to be stuffy. GREAT!!!)
Ok. NOW you may see my montage (if of course you didn't skip passed all of the self pitying nonsense above)
First(ever) T-ball game. It was great. Mostly just for pictures (GREAT scrapbooking pages will come from this)
The kids didn't really seem to know their asses from their mitts. But enjoyed hitting the ball...running the bases (once they were told what a base was) and of course the cheese crackers at the end.
If you ask Syd what her favorite part was...she will tell you the hill that she ran up and down after the game. hmmm hmmm...that's my girl. :)
(I just now viewed this and cracked up....it looks as if I caught her drinking something in 80% of the pictures. well, what can I say...we like to keep the kid hydrated)
That one thing is this. It is 12:11 am and I'm putting together a montage. WITH music. I'm also posting. WHY? you ask. Because I have found myself at a crossroad. My boys are now merging their naps in to one I afear (no not a word, don't Go.ogle it)
I HOPE that's what it is. They aren't so much sleeping at ALL really. So I'm only assuming that it has to do with the need for a change in their scheduled naps. oh god please let that be it
They are ORNERY. I'm ORNERY. I'm also near the start, yet again, of Aunt Flo.
I thought Steph was supposed to be enterTAINing her for a while. Not a great host aye ? ;)
Any hew. All of these factor in to a day from hell and me needing me time, which seems to always fall in the middle of the night when not a creature is stirring. (except of course Spencer who I've had to place his binky in his mouth twice while writing this...he seems to be stuffy. GREAT!!!)
Ok. NOW you may see my montage (if of course you didn't skip passed all of the self pitying nonsense above)
First(ever) T-ball game. It was great. Mostly just for pictures (GREAT scrapbooking pages will come from this)
The kids didn't really seem to know their asses from their mitts. But enjoyed hitting the ball...running the bases (once they were told what a base was) and of course the cheese crackers at the end.
If you ask Syd what her favorite part was...she will tell you the hill that she ran up and down after the game. hmmm hmmm...that's my girl. :)
(I just now viewed this and cracked up....it looks as if I caught her drinking something in 80% of the pictures. well, what can I say...we like to keep the kid hydrated)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Stats ! Statistics !
Stats
The boys had their 1 year doctors appointment yesterday.
Here are the results.
2 healthy boys. both on track. no peanut butter until they are 2.
2 free books to read to them. 3 shots :MMR Varicella and Hepatitis
Spencer :
Height, 31 inches 90%
Weight, 21 lbs 4 oz 25%
Head, 48 90%
Cameron :
Height 30 3/4 inches 85%
Weight, 22 lbs 5 oz 45%
Head, 48 90%
Sydney when she was 1 year
Height, 31 inches 95%
Weight, 19 lbs 12oz 50%
Head, didn't keep track.
These boys are eating pros. They eat anything and are doing really good with feeding themselves. They will only drink out of the straw sippy cups. They don't like the ones you have to tip your head back to get a drink. OH, UNLESS it's their sisters drink and then they will drink out of them.
Side note: spill proof sippy cups spill
Spencer who would walk to you..taking about 10-15 steps....but not to the middle of an open area previously, has now taken off. The day after his birthday....he said..."ok, I'm 1 now. I'm a big boy...it's time to walk"
He's a little bull legged but he gets everywhere. He's using a lot of arms and reminds me of a baby arangatang :) VERY funny.
I sure wish I knew how to download a video that wasn't blurry ?!
Statistics
There is a reason I broke my finger. Because I'm gay.
Let me explain. There was a study about hands. It said that if your ring finger was longer than your pointer finger then you were gay.
Case in point.
My gayness caused my finger to be in the way during the set, which resulted in a bone chip nearly breaking through the skin. (that would have been awful)
Look at the difference in length. I am so far to the gay side of the spectrum it would take several breaks to shorten that finger to make me straight.
The boys had their 1 year doctors appointment yesterday.
Here are the results.
2 healthy boys. both on track. no peanut butter until they are 2.
2 free books to read to them. 3 shots :MMR Varicella and Hepatitis
Spencer :
Height, 31 inches 90%
Weight, 21 lbs 4 oz 25%
Head, 48 90%
Cameron :
Height 30 3/4 inches 85%
Weight, 22 lbs 5 oz 45%
Head, 48 90%
Sydney when she was 1 year
Height, 31 inches 95%
Weight, 19 lbs 12oz 50%
Head, didn't keep track.
These boys are eating pros. They eat anything and are doing really good with feeding themselves. They will only drink out of the straw sippy cups. They don't like the ones you have to tip your head back to get a drink. OH, UNLESS it's their sisters drink and then they will drink out of them.
Side note: spill proof sippy cups spill
Spencer who would walk to you..taking about 10-15 steps....but not to the middle of an open area previously, has now taken off. The day after his birthday....he said..."ok, I'm 1 now. I'm a big boy...it's time to walk"
He's a little bull legged but he gets everywhere. He's using a lot of arms and reminds me of a baby arangatang :) VERY funny.
I sure wish I knew how to download a video that wasn't blurry ?!
Statistics
There is a reason I broke my finger. Because I'm gay.
Let me explain. There was a study about hands. It said that if your ring finger was longer than your pointer finger then you were gay.
Case in point.
My gayness caused my finger to be in the way during the set, which resulted in a bone chip nearly breaking through the skin. (that would have been awful)
Look at the difference in length. I am so far to the gay side of the spectrum it would take several breaks to shorten that finger to make me straight.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Birthday Party !!!
I know that everyone is DYING to see the pictures of the party.
I did make an announcement to my guests that I would be blogging these pictures :) I think I may have thrown in a smile ya fuckers. Maybe not, either way....I'll bet I get an r rating next time for just saying fuckers.
IN FACT Lets get it out of the way now. hell, hell, hell, gay, gay, gay, damn, shit hell, bitch.
There !
The party was great. Wonderful and generous friends, lots of fun kids, good food (if I do say so myself) and of course a little volleyball.
The boys loved their cake. The end !
They are one....what the hell did you expect. Sydney had a GREAT time and thinks that all of the lovely present minus the cloths are really hers and that she will of course SHARE them with her brothers. :)
It was like this as people showed up :
"Hi Kori and La.....this is Merr and Sum...wait...this is Proud Prowsers, and this is Twins and 2 moms.....this is 3 dogs, 2 moms, and 1 baby.
3 dogs, 2 moms, and 1 baby....this is Life as a Kaleidoscope, and her wife 2 moms a turtle and a butterfly....you know, the one that almost died.
Ok, over here is All of this for a Mickey Mouse bobber and you guys already know, Kelly Belly."
The wives and the few...and I mean FEW that didn't blog all rolled their eyes like we were some cult like, obsessive, freaks from mars.
HEY...I RESEMBLE THAT ! :)
It was a LOT of fun. I have to tell you that I got to hold baby Riley. Oh yes. I SO DID !! She is THE BEST and MOST BEHAVED baby you've ever held. She never cried, hardly made a sound. Very kicked back and calm. SOOOOO PRETTY ! (na na na-na na...no I'm not rubbing it in at ALLLL)
This morning we set up and added ANOTHER 6 f'n batteries to the 2nd bubble machine and let the kids go crazy in the house. I LOVE bubble machines. They save energy, time, and ENERGY :)
It really was so much fun to hang out with friends from the past and new friends too.
I love you all ! Thanks for helping us celebrate two amazing little boys.
Ok beeeaches ! Here you go !
From left to Right : Merr, Dee, my wife, Kaleidoscope, Ky
From Left, Kelly Belly's wife's back, 2 moms and twins wife La, 2 moms and twins author Kori
Sitting left All I got was a Mickey Mouse bobber, sitting Summer, Standing Kelly Belly.
Ok, so the best part of the night. (now I have to talk about me....because, although I said this blog was to talk about my kids....TOTAL front. It's all about me)
We set up Volleyball and a few of us that were able to survive the blazing 104 degree heat for 4 hours and still had it in us to play, took a WHACK at it.
All was good. I stood in front and ran back and forth with my face to the sky, waiting for the ball to come my way....you know, like you are supposed to.
The ball is bumped.....I came in for the set....and like a pro~ THE most beautiful, PERFECTLY placed set, was then hit over the net making it 2 to 0 :) WOO HOO
I shook off the jammed finger I just got and waited for the next serve return.
I hit the ball again....and OH MY GOD THE PAIN OF IT. The pain shot down my arm and in to my vagina.
I tried to play, cuz I'm butch like that....and at 9-2 I finally said, wait...I need to have someone pull out my finger. It's jammed and hurts like a motha.
5 people including myself pulled the tip of my finger out. It was my top knuckle that was hurt. NOTHING. I didn't hear the magic pop. Feel ANY relief and was surprised I wasn't crying. My DEAR and MOST helpful of friends Kori said. "I did the SAME thing at basketball. I pulled mine out, do you want me to pull yours out? This is how I did it, it's going to hurt"
SWEET MOTHER MARY OF GOD, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME !!!!! She didn't pull it straight out....she pulled the knuckle, that did this white thing when slightly bent and was already bruising and swelling up, bent and up. SERIOUSLY....I am SO butch. I didn't cry. I didn't punch her in the lips. I did a little dance and went in to show my sporty, I can fix anything wife.
She said to leave it, and that she hadn't pulled out her jams, and they were ok. It will be sore for a few weeks.
I said that it was kind of bending crooked and that it was really sore. I went and did what any person in their right mind would do and put a cold beer on it. :)
The next morning it was obviously swollen and bruised. I kept complaining about it so J said, "GO TO INSTACARE"
I went in, feeling SO STUPID. They are going to tell me it's a jam and give me a splint or something. WHY am I here ? I should just leave.
I felt so stupid that I wrote, possible broken bone on the paper work.
They called me back. The nurse says "possible broken bone !?" I held up my finger.
The typical questions..."how did you do it. do you drink or smoke. are you on medication. and then blood pressure. temperature. anal probing. JUST KIDDING, just making sure you were paying attention as this is getting REALLY LONG ! she said that they would x-ray it. I felt even more stupid....like lets not waste x-ray film.
The doctor came in and asked me similar questions. I wanted him to know, I KNEW it was just a jam...I was just there because we had JUST ran out of our Ibupro.fin 800 prescription.
I told him how my friends were pulling on it, to pull it out. He said, "did it hurt?" I laughed and said, "YES !" He then says, "I'll bet it hurt...because it's broken. you've pulled the ligaments and tendons and have a large chip right here." holding up the x-ray. My fingers look SUPER skinny on x-ray by the way.
Yes, it's TOTALLY broken. And EVERYONE was pulling on it. Does that shoot pain clear to your hoo hoo....cuz it is mine.
There is a large, and I mean LARGE chip right in the knuckle. :) He wants me to see an orthopedic because of the size of the chip....and that it's on my left hand. (I am left handed)
I smiled and nodded....my insurance won't pay for specialists and J is not building a playhouse to sell to pay for my medical bills. so I will let it heal and absorb and I will be fine. (grunting....totally butch)
Here are the pictures of said injury. (if you knew how many times I have had to backspace and delete because of this HUGE thing, you would know that it took me 2 hours to post this and has caused a heartbeat to throb in my finger. Good thing I have that prescription of Ibupro.fin :)
Oh ya, and Kori, sorry about the stickers. If you want.....I can try and pull them out :) ha ha ha
I did make an announcement to my guests that I would be blogging these pictures :) I think I may have thrown in a smile ya fuckers. Maybe not, either way....I'll bet I get an r rating next time for just saying fuckers.
IN FACT Lets get it out of the way now. hell, hell, hell, gay, gay, gay, damn, shit hell, bitch.
There !
The party was great. Wonderful and generous friends, lots of fun kids, good food (if I do say so myself) and of course a little volleyball.
The boys loved their cake. The end !
They are one....what the hell did you expect. Sydney had a GREAT time and thinks that all of the lovely present minus the cloths are really hers and that she will of course SHARE them with her brothers. :)
It was like this as people showed up :
"Hi Kori and La.....this is Merr and Sum...wait...this is Proud Prowsers, and this is Twins and 2 moms.....this is 3 dogs, 2 moms, and 1 baby.
3 dogs, 2 moms, and 1 baby....this is Life as a Kaleidoscope, and her wife 2 moms a turtle and a butterfly....you know, the one that almost died.
Ok, over here is All of this for a Mickey Mouse bobber and you guys already know, Kelly Belly."
The wives and the few...and I mean FEW that didn't blog all rolled their eyes like we were some cult like, obsessive, freaks from mars.
HEY...I RESEMBLE THAT ! :)
It was a LOT of fun. I have to tell you that I got to hold baby Riley. Oh yes. I SO DID !! She is THE BEST and MOST BEHAVED baby you've ever held. She never cried, hardly made a sound. Very kicked back and calm. SOOOOO PRETTY ! (na na na-na na...no I'm not rubbing it in at ALLLL)
This morning we set up and added ANOTHER 6 f'n batteries to the 2nd bubble machine and let the kids go crazy in the house. I LOVE bubble machines. They save energy, time, and ENERGY :)
It really was so much fun to hang out with friends from the past and new friends too.
I love you all ! Thanks for helping us celebrate two amazing little boys.
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Ok beeeaches ! Here you go !
From left to Right : Merr, Dee, my wife, Kaleidoscope, Ky
From Left, Kelly Belly's wife's back, 2 moms and twins wife La, 2 moms and twins author Kori
Sitting left All I got was a Mickey Mouse bobber, sitting Summer, Standing Kelly Belly.
Ok, so the best part of the night. (now I have to talk about me....because, although I said this blog was to talk about my kids....TOTAL front. It's all about me)
We set up Volleyball and a few of us that were able to survive the blazing 104 degree heat for 4 hours and still had it in us to play, took a WHACK at it.
All was good. I stood in front and ran back and forth with my face to the sky, waiting for the ball to come my way....you know, like you are supposed to.
The ball is bumped.....I came in for the set....and like a pro~ THE most beautiful, PERFECTLY placed set, was then hit over the net making it 2 to 0 :) WOO HOO
I shook off the jammed finger I just got and waited for the next serve return.
I hit the ball again....and OH MY GOD THE PAIN OF IT. The pain shot down my arm and in to my vagina.
I tried to play, cuz I'm butch like that....and at 9-2 I finally said, wait...I need to have someone pull out my finger. It's jammed and hurts like a motha.
5 people including myself pulled the tip of my finger out. It was my top knuckle that was hurt. NOTHING. I didn't hear the magic pop. Feel ANY relief and was surprised I wasn't crying. My DEAR and MOST helpful of friends Kori said. "I did the SAME thing at basketball. I pulled mine out, do you want me to pull yours out? This is how I did it, it's going to hurt"
SWEET MOTHER MARY OF GOD, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME !!!!! She didn't pull it straight out....she pulled the knuckle, that did this white thing when slightly bent and was already bruising and swelling up, bent and up. SERIOUSLY....I am SO butch. I didn't cry. I didn't punch her in the lips. I did a little dance and went in to show my sporty, I can fix anything wife.
She said to leave it, and that she hadn't pulled out her jams, and they were ok. It will be sore for a few weeks.
I said that it was kind of bending crooked and that it was really sore. I went and did what any person in their right mind would do and put a cold beer on it. :)
The next morning it was obviously swollen and bruised. I kept complaining about it so J said, "GO TO INSTACARE"
I went in, feeling SO STUPID. They are going to tell me it's a jam and give me a splint or something. WHY am I here ? I should just leave.
I felt so stupid that I wrote, possible broken bone on the paper work.
They called me back. The nurse says "possible broken bone !?" I held up my finger.
The typical questions..."how did you do it. do you drink or smoke. are you on medication. and then blood pressure. temperature. anal probing. JUST KIDDING, just making sure you were paying attention as this is getting REALLY LONG ! she said that they would x-ray it. I felt even more stupid....like lets not waste x-ray film.
The doctor came in and asked me similar questions. I wanted him to know, I KNEW it was just a jam...I was just there because we had JUST ran out of our Ibupro.fin 800 prescription.
I told him how my friends were pulling on it, to pull it out. He said, "did it hurt?" I laughed and said, "YES !" He then says, "I'll bet it hurt...because it's broken. you've pulled the ligaments and tendons and have a large chip right here." holding up the x-ray. My fingers look SUPER skinny on x-ray by the way.
Yes, it's TOTALLY broken. And EVERYONE was pulling on it. Does that shoot pain clear to your hoo hoo....cuz it is mine.
There is a large, and I mean LARGE chip right in the knuckle. :) He wants me to see an orthopedic because of the size of the chip....and that it's on my left hand. (I am left handed)
I smiled and nodded....my insurance won't pay for specialists and J is not building a playhouse to sell to pay for my medical bills. so I will let it heal and absorb and I will be fine. (grunting....totally butch)
Here are the pictures of said injury. (if you knew how many times I have had to backspace and delete because of this HUGE thing, you would know that it took me 2 hours to post this and has caused a heartbeat to throb in my finger. Good thing I have that prescription of Ibupro.fin :)
Oh ya, and Kori, sorry about the stickers. If you want.....I can try and pull them out :) ha ha ha
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
1 down.....2 on the go !
Spencer and Cameron, 15 weeks in utero.
I can't believe it's been a year since these 2 boys entered the world. (this is the part I jump up and down and scream I did it...I did it....I did it.....)
They came in to this world screaming and red. Spencer came first weighing
7 lbs...Cam followed 17 minutes later weighing 6 lbs 10 oz.
We didn't think Cam had any hair at all he was so blonde. Nobody expected it.
I remember thinking that NOBODY could get through this. Having twins was THE HARDEST thing EVER. I NEVER imagined making it to a year.
Here we are....I am more in love with these boys than I could have EVER presumed.
They have taught me more about myself and what this life is about than any book, class, or piece of advice.
I now know, that there is quite enough love for everyone.
And that you can have equal amounts of love for those same children. (I never believed my mother when she told me that)
I know that your hardest moments, those darkest days, only make you stronger and help you to appreciate the good days more.
I also know that the good out weighs the bad and all of it....ALL OF IT was TOTALLY worth it.
Happy Birthday to my two favorite little men. I love you with ALL of my heart.
Just so you know how big I really got. I was only 34 weeks in the pregnancy pictures shown. Dude I was GINORMOUS in the end !! HUMONGOUS !!
I can't believe it's been a year since these 2 boys entered the world. (this is the part I jump up and down and scream I did it...I did it....I did it.....)
They came in to this world screaming and red. Spencer came first weighing
7 lbs...Cam followed 17 minutes later weighing 6 lbs 10 oz.
We didn't think Cam had any hair at all he was so blonde. Nobody expected it.
I remember thinking that NOBODY could get through this. Having twins was THE HARDEST thing EVER. I NEVER imagined making it to a year.
Here we are....I am more in love with these boys than I could have EVER presumed.
They have taught me more about myself and what this life is about than any book, class, or piece of advice.
I now know, that there is quite enough love for everyone.
And that you can have equal amounts of love for those same children. (I never believed my mother when she told me that)
I know that your hardest moments, those darkest days, only make you stronger and help you to appreciate the good days more.
I also know that the good out weighs the bad and all of it....ALL OF IT was TOTALLY worth it.
Happy Birthday to my two favorite little men. I love you with ALL of my heart.
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Just so you know how big I really got. I was only 34 weeks in the pregnancy pictures shown. Dude I was GINORMOUS in the end !! HUMONGOUS !!
Answers
To answer a couple of questions.
I haven't blended the milk and formula, because we ran out of formula. Completely...diaper bag can gone....cupboard extras....GONE !
They take Co.stco formula so it wasn't as simple as running to the store to buy more.
We made the decision to switch them over at that time. I don't know if it was the right decision or not. Time will tell.
They are still fighting the idea of milk in a sippy. They want their bottles.
Spencer has 7 teeth. 3 bottom (maybe 4, I haven't checked for a couple of days) and 4 on top.
Cameron has 4 teeth, 2 bottom and 2 top (2 more have JUST ABOUT cut through on top).
I don't think this has anything to do with eating solids however, because Cam LOVES crackers and cheerios....it's the soft pastas, bananas, and other fruits and veggies that he won't eat. He spits them out.
He's been doing really good the last 2 days. I think it's just going to take time.
I haven't blended the milk and formula, because we ran out of formula. Completely...diaper bag can gone....cupboard extras....GONE !
They take Co.stco formula so it wasn't as simple as running to the store to buy more.
We made the decision to switch them over at that time. I don't know if it was the right decision or not. Time will tell.
They are still fighting the idea of milk in a sippy. They want their bottles.
Spencer has 7 teeth. 3 bottom (maybe 4, I haven't checked for a couple of days) and 4 on top.
Cameron has 4 teeth, 2 bottom and 2 top (2 more have JUST ABOUT cut through on top).
I don't think this has anything to do with eating solids however, because Cam LOVES crackers and cheerios....it's the soft pastas, bananas, and other fruits and veggies that he won't eat. He spits them out.
He's been doing really good the last 2 days. I think it's just going to take time.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Update
Both boys are eating GREAT ! I should clarify that by saying...Cam is eating great. They must know that this is how they will fill up from now on.
Cam ate a few curly noodles and a piece of pear, and then went on to drink 10oz of milk. Spencer ate most of his curly noodles, some pears and wanted NOTHING to do with the milk. hmmm ?
Could it be this easy.
I said that with Syd too....and then she wouldn't drink milk, and then she fell and broke her arm at 13 months, and whether that had ANYTHING to do with a lack of calcium for that month, I will never know, but I don't want to go through that again. The milk or the broken arm.
I leave you with pictures. They are the best part of this whole blog thing any ways. :)
Cam ate a few curly noodles and a piece of pear, and then went on to drink 10oz of milk. Spencer ate most of his curly noodles, some pears and wanted NOTHING to do with the milk. hmmm ?
Could it be this easy.
I said that with Syd too....and then she wouldn't drink milk, and then she fell and broke her arm at 13 months, and whether that had ANYTHING to do with a lack of calcium for that month, I will never know, but I don't want to go through that again. The milk or the broken arm.
I leave you with pictures. They are the best part of this whole blog thing any ways. :)
No longer babies !
The last ounces of formula were distributed to my boys last night.
J went to the store and bought some Vitamin D milk and this morning I handed each boy...not a bottle, but a sippy cup of cows milk.
Cameron immediately started crying and batted the sippy away. Spencer took it and began playing with it. My heart ached.
I remember Sydney weaning herself. First off of breast milk and then off of bottles. She wouldn't take them any more. Right before she turned one, she said to hell with it and stopped. The boys haven't done that. I've been waiting for them to lead me, let me know that they are ready to move on. Hasn't happened.
Spencer takes table foods like a pro. We are having to work with Cam a little. He spits stuff out, pulls faces.
The kid will eat rocks, wood chips, sand, and paper....but give him a piece of banana and OH MY GOD !
They both ate malt-o-meal for breakfast and after, with me holding it, drank approx. 4oz of milk.
They are growing up ! (you can now HEAR my heart crying)
Saturday, July 7, 2007
A KNOCK OUT !!!
I have had (thus far) a KNOCK OUT weekend.
I know it's going to end on a HIGH note as I will be scrapbooking ALL day tomorrow.
Friday was great...we went to my moms. We ate dinner. We left with only 2 kids. :)
My parents kept Sydney over night and took her to the Zoo this morning. They dropped her off at 1:30pm. She played with her friends and went down for a nap at 2pm, woke up at 5:30pm.
The boys woke up at 8:15 am, didn't make us get them out of their cribs until 8:43 am...went down for a nap at 11:05 am. I ran to get scrapbooking supplies, J went out to finish her 2nd playhouse (she's selling) and when I got home the neighbors had picked up the boys and had taken them back to their house to play. They brought them back at 2pm, both boys went back down at 3pm and didn't wake up until 5:30 pm.
AT WHICH POINT....we took them to the babysitters and went to dinner, and a movie.
We saw Knocked Up. OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAWD !!!
I haven't laughed that hard in a VERY LONG TIME !!!
If you are pregnant, think of becoming pregnant, have been pregnant, KNOW someone who's pregnant or been pregnant....ever seen someone that is pregnant...you MUST GO SEE THIS MOVIE !
I'm one of those kind of people who if I have NO or LOW expectations of a movie I do better watching it....so for all of those kinds of people out there.....it SUCKS, it's STUPID...REALLY SLOW MOVING !!! B-O-R-I-N-G ! Go see for yourselves. Gaw !
Go today, so that you can comment about your experience. :)
I know it's going to end on a HIGH note as I will be scrapbooking ALL day tomorrow.
Friday was great...we went to my moms. We ate dinner. We left with only 2 kids. :)
My parents kept Sydney over night and took her to the Zoo this morning. They dropped her off at 1:30pm. She played with her friends and went down for a nap at 2pm, woke up at 5:30pm.
The boys woke up at 8:15 am, didn't make us get them out of their cribs until 8:43 am...went down for a nap at 11:05 am. I ran to get scrapbooking supplies, J went out to finish her 2nd playhouse (she's selling) and when I got home the neighbors had picked up the boys and had taken them back to their house to play. They brought them back at 2pm, both boys went back down at 3pm and didn't wake up until 5:30 pm.
AT WHICH POINT....we took them to the babysitters and went to dinner, and a movie.
We saw Knocked Up. OH MY GAAAAAAAAAAWD !!!
I haven't laughed that hard in a VERY LONG TIME !!!
If you are pregnant, think of becoming pregnant, have been pregnant, KNOW someone who's pregnant or been pregnant....ever seen someone that is pregnant...you MUST GO SEE THIS MOVIE !
I'm one of those kind of people who if I have NO or LOW expectations of a movie I do better watching it....so for all of those kinds of people out there.....it SUCKS, it's STUPID...REALLY SLOW MOVING !!! B-O-R-I-N-G ! Go see for yourselves. Gaw !
Go today, so that you can comment about your experience. :)
Friday, July 6, 2007
Succumbed
They succumbed....it was only a matter of time. Soon we will have control of the WORLD ~ bwa ha ha ha
I have no idea what that meant. Any hew. Welcome Deb, Michelle and Baylor at
All this for a Mickey Mouse Bobber
If you must know, it was Michelle's Disco Rollerskating party that we nearly killed ourselves at :)
I have no idea what that meant. Any hew. Welcome Deb, Michelle and Baylor at
All this for a Mickey Mouse Bobber
If you must know, it was Michelle's Disco Rollerskating party that we nearly killed ourselves at :)
Thursday, July 5, 2007
The 4th !
It's been a minute since I've posted pictures of my kids. And because I know you all like to see them. and in matching shirts. here you are.
How can you be patriotic with out flag shirts from Old N.avy ?
We went to Grandma and Papa's house for the 4th. We stayed long enough to do sparklers, watched the sky fill with fireworks on the drive home and had everyone in bed by 10:30 pm. aaaaah. I LOVE the 4th of July.
How can you be patriotic with out flag shirts from Old N.avy ?
We went to Grandma and Papa's house for the 4th. We stayed long enough to do sparklers, watched the sky fill with fireworks on the drive home and had everyone in bed by 10:30 pm. aaaaah. I LOVE the 4th of July.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Charlie's Angels
Here are some pictures from our Disco night, as promised.
Thanks R for sending them....and thanks R and H for shuttling me and my wife around so that we could arrive safely and intoxicated.
Skating is NOT like riding a bike. It's like riding a bike without handlebars on it. As you get older, your bones settle and become less resilient to falls. I think that everyone went down at some point during the night.....some of us more than others :)
It was a TON of fun.
I tried to get a roller derby going. Nobody was willing.
J kept going around the perimeter of the rink and if you even came close to her she would scream...."stay away from me....don't touch me....I'm serious...don't touch me!" It was quite hilarious.
The birthday girl claims she hasn't practiced, but as she skated backwards better and faster than the rest of us could go forward I highly doubted that.
I have looked forward to this party for a year. I can't believe it came and left so quickly. Like sand in an hour glass...so are the Days of Our Lives ! :)
All names have been with held and some of the accounts of the night have been changed to save face and because I was too drunk to remember some details accurately.
Stunt gone bad. DO NOT try this at home !
Thanks R for sending them....and thanks R and H for shuttling me and my wife around so that we could arrive safely and intoxicated.
Skating is NOT like riding a bike. It's like riding a bike without handlebars on it. As you get older, your bones settle and become less resilient to falls. I think that everyone went down at some point during the night.....some of us more than others :)
It was a TON of fun.
I tried to get a roller derby going. Nobody was willing.
J kept going around the perimeter of the rink and if you even came close to her she would scream...."stay away from me....don't touch me....I'm serious...don't touch me!" It was quite hilarious.
The birthday girl claims she hasn't practiced, but as she skated backwards better and faster than the rest of us could go forward I highly doubted that.
I have looked forward to this party for a year. I can't believe it came and left so quickly. Like sand in an hour glass...so are the Days of Our Lives ! :)
All names have been with held and some of the accounts of the night have been changed to save face and because I was too drunk to remember some details accurately.
Stunt gone bad. DO NOT try this at home !
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Drive-In's
I remember as a child going to the drive-in with my family. We would pop popcorn and put it in a big paper bag. By the time you got to the drive in and rolled the top of the bag down the butter would have soaked the bottom of the bag and greased up your lap. mmmmmmm !
My dad parked just right so that we could sit in the back seat of the car, have both speakers in each front window and enjoy the movie.
One of us would always speak to sit up front with my mom and dad. My little brother always fell asleep only 10 minutes in to what ever movie we were watching.
oh the memories.
I want to pass these memories down to our kids. What ? Oh, yes...they are only 11 months and 3. They will TOTALLY remember these memories ! :)
We went to watch Ratatouille last night. For 30 minutes I thought we had made a mistake. What the hell were we thinking. These boys are NOT going to last.
And if we had to tell Sydney ONE more time to stay by the car....I was going to pull my hair out.
We thought we'd miss the crowds going midweek. It was busy. It is summer.
After the boys settled down and realized they weren't getting down to run around, we relaxed in to our lawn chairs, ate our microwavable popcorn from the bowl, and enjoyed a great movie. It was cute. We had lowered our expectations going in to it, so maybe that's why we liked it.
Drive-in ? We will TOTALLY do it again !
My dad parked just right so that we could sit in the back seat of the car, have both speakers in each front window and enjoy the movie.
One of us would always speak to sit up front with my mom and dad. My little brother always fell asleep only 10 minutes in to what ever movie we were watching.
oh the memories.
I want to pass these memories down to our kids. What ? Oh, yes...they are only 11 months and 3. They will TOTALLY remember these memories ! :)
We went to watch Ratatouille last night. For 30 minutes I thought we had made a mistake. What the hell were we thinking. These boys are NOT going to last.
And if we had to tell Sydney ONE more time to stay by the car....I was going to pull my hair out.
We thought we'd miss the crowds going midweek. It was busy. It is summer.
After the boys settled down and realized they weren't getting down to run around, we relaxed in to our lawn chairs, ate our microwavable popcorn from the bowl, and enjoyed a great movie. It was cute. We had lowered our expectations going in to it, so maybe that's why we liked it.
Drive-in ? We will TOTALLY do it again !
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Where have all the kids gone ????
Big Family Fun !
Big Family, Fun ?
I guess I don't understand what changed in the last 2 decades. (this has nothing to do with the post previous to this:)
Why is everyone so put off with a big family ? I really want to know why everyone seems to have lost sight of the good parts to having more than 1 or 2 kids ?
We have 3 kids. THREE ! It's not like we have 8 kids.....but if you talk to people you would think that we did. I guess the whole thing surprises me.
We have talked about having another one. YES PEOPLE...NEWS FLASH !!! See how defensive I get already. What the hell. It doesn't matter who we talk to....where we go....someone has something to say about having a fourth.
"You have NO idea what you are getting yourselves in to"
"You should wait until the babies are a little older, and then you will realize that you don't want another one"
"My fourth was the problem child. I should have stopped at three"
"Are you fucking CRAZY"
"You won't have time for the three you have"
"It's not fair to the kids....you are spread to thin"
"Do you know how EXPENSIVE kids are"
"one is good. Two is ok. anything beyond that doesn't make sense....you only have two of you...so you should only have two kids"
I don't understand why having 4 children (which in Utah is a MEDIUM sized family) is considered anything less than crazy.
I know how everyone says that they don't have more children because of money.
Money is the answer and arguments end. Right ? There is a certain right to this answer...but not the one I think matters. To live is one thing. To have a roof over your head and food on your table. ok. But to limit your children for luxuries alone seems crazy to me. Selfish even.
I read an article about Chinese kids. The government had limited how many children each family could have.
Which was one of the reasons baby girls were being thrown away if you didn't remember.
They have since said that there were problems showing because of this. The children were BRATS. They said that the children were SPOILED. They were given SO much, because the parents weren't allowed more children, so they spent everything on that one child. They put ALL of their hopes and dreams on to that one child. They gave them all of the luxuries because they could afford it only having one...and it was in a sense ruining their children. The article went on to say how they were growing up with unrealistic expectations and had self destructive behaviors.
Is this REALLY happening. Is it an over generalization. Maybe.
NOW BEFORE ANYONE STARTS GETTING THEIR PANTIES IN A BIND. I am NOT trying to judge someone for not having more children. For choosing to only have one. I am just trying to ask the question. argue the point. WHY is it BAD to want lots of kids ?
Why is a family of four so outrageous, and becoming unheard of ?
People who have kids tell me to stop now ! Tell me how much work it is !
When the hell did work become unheard of. I keep hearing this over and over.
When did everyone get in their heads that things were supposed to be easy and happily ever afteresque. Seriously. Marriage is too hard. Kids are too hard.
To me...these are the things that we SHOULD be working at. These are the things WORTH working for. These are the things that we work the hardest at and give us the best rewards. Not paychecks. Not praise even.
They give us little hand prints on the TV screen.
Harmonicas in the toilet.
Hugs at random times through out the day.
Funny stories about testicles and sticky rectangles.
Slobbery, wet kisses and the sweetest smell.
They have given me the gift of being young again. I go on Carnival rides and swim. I go to birthday parties and eat cake. I run through sprinklers and jump on trampolines. I read Dr. Seuss and watch Disney movies.
My dream is to have my children, their spouses and hopefully my grandchildren wrapped around my dining room for Thanksgiving dinner.
Piled on my living room floor at Christmas time.
Having an Easter egg hunt in my backyard in the spring time.
I think that yes, there will be sacrifices.......but the sacrifices we will be making seem worth it. Seem like the right choice. For US !
I have 3 AMAZING children. Each with his or her own personality, gifts, stories to tell. I Hope and Pray that I can add another person to my family. I have doubts and I have worries. I have no crystal ball. and barely any money. I do have love though. Lots and lots of it.
I have new priorities and a new respect for mothers and fathers every where.
I just wish we could all support each others quests to be the best that we can be.
Whether it be the mother of 1 or 7. Anything over 7 is fucking ridiculous. :)
Big Family, Fun ?
I guess I don't understand what changed in the last 2 decades. (this has nothing to do with the post previous to this:)
Why is everyone so put off with a big family ? I really want to know why everyone seems to have lost sight of the good parts to having more than 1 or 2 kids ?
We have 3 kids. THREE ! It's not like we have 8 kids.....but if you talk to people you would think that we did. I guess the whole thing surprises me.
We have talked about having another one. YES PEOPLE...NEWS FLASH !!! See how defensive I get already. What the hell. It doesn't matter who we talk to....where we go....someone has something to say about having a fourth.
"You have NO idea what you are getting yourselves in to"
"You should wait until the babies are a little older, and then you will realize that you don't want another one"
"My fourth was the problem child. I should have stopped at three"
"Are you fucking CRAZY"
"You won't have time for the three you have"
"It's not fair to the kids....you are spread to thin"
"Do you know how EXPENSIVE kids are"
"one is good. Two is ok. anything beyond that doesn't make sense....you only have two of you...so you should only have two kids"
I don't understand why having 4 children (which in Utah is a MEDIUM sized family) is considered anything less than crazy.
I know how everyone says that they don't have more children because of money.
Money is the answer and arguments end. Right ? There is a certain right to this answer...but not the one I think matters. To live is one thing. To have a roof over your head and food on your table. ok. But to limit your children for luxuries alone seems crazy to me. Selfish even.
I read an article about Chinese kids. The government had limited how many children each family could have.
Which was one of the reasons baby girls were being thrown away if you didn't remember.
They have since said that there were problems showing because of this. The children were BRATS. They said that the children were SPOILED. They were given SO much, because the parents weren't allowed more children, so they spent everything on that one child. They put ALL of their hopes and dreams on to that one child. They gave them all of the luxuries because they could afford it only having one...and it was in a sense ruining their children. The article went on to say how they were growing up with unrealistic expectations and had self destructive behaviors.
Is this REALLY happening. Is it an over generalization. Maybe.
NOW BEFORE ANYONE STARTS GETTING THEIR PANTIES IN A BIND. I am NOT trying to judge someone for not having more children. For choosing to only have one. I am just trying to ask the question. argue the point. WHY is it BAD to want lots of kids ?
Why is a family of four so outrageous, and becoming unheard of ?
People who have kids tell me to stop now ! Tell me how much work it is !
When the hell did work become unheard of. I keep hearing this over and over.
When did everyone get in their heads that things were supposed to be easy and happily ever afteresque. Seriously. Marriage is too hard. Kids are too hard.
To me...these are the things that we SHOULD be working at. These are the things WORTH working for. These are the things that we work the hardest at and give us the best rewards. Not paychecks. Not praise even.
They give us little hand prints on the TV screen.
Harmonicas in the toilet.
Hugs at random times through out the day.
Funny stories about testicles and sticky rectangles.
Slobbery, wet kisses and the sweetest smell.
They have given me the gift of being young again. I go on Carnival rides and swim. I go to birthday parties and eat cake. I run through sprinklers and jump on trampolines. I read Dr. Seuss and watch Disney movies.
My dream is to have my children, their spouses and hopefully my grandchildren wrapped around my dining room for Thanksgiving dinner.
Piled on my living room floor at Christmas time.
Having an Easter egg hunt in my backyard in the spring time.
I think that yes, there will be sacrifices.......but the sacrifices we will be making seem worth it. Seem like the right choice. For US !
I have 3 AMAZING children. Each with his or her own personality, gifts, stories to tell. I Hope and Pray that I can add another person to my family. I have doubts and I have worries. I have no crystal ball. and barely any money. I do have love though. Lots and lots of it.
I have new priorities and a new respect for mothers and fathers every where.
I just wish we could all support each others quests to be the best that we can be.
Whether it be the mother of 1 or 7. Anything over 7 is fucking ridiculous. :)
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