We're leaving today.
We wanna be a part of it.
New York New York !
(the following is rated R for sexual content)
If we can make it there
We'll make it everywhere
Come on come through
New York New York !
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Take that one down Tuesday.
Cameron was playing at the playground last week.
OK FUCK, he was playing at the indoor McDonald's land playground ! GAW, I hate that you just have to know the little details. Fine. are we all clear now. I let my kids eat that nasty ass processed chicken and french fries.
ahem.
So any ways.....Cam was playing in the play area with another little boy. Jan took them.
JAN took them. See. I NEVER would have taken them there. In fact, I get really shitty when she wants to take them to those fast food joints. ask anybody that knows me. except for you. anybody else. ask them.
That being said.
Jan over heard Cameron tell the little boy as he gestured over at her, "That's my mommy J...she's my dad." After a kind of shortish long stare and accepting head nod they were off.
He's a little confused. It must be all of that pressed meat he eats. ;-)
pictured above. 2 of my favorite people.
J got home tonight just in time to help with bedtime.
Syd was reading to me when Nathan started crying from his bed.
J lost one of her shoes running so fast to the bathroom with him in her arms. Needless to say, not one drop of throw up got on all of my newly laundered bedding. :) In fact....not a drop got on the floor or even his jammies.
I'm so glad she's home. (sigh)
OK FUCK, he was playing at the indoor McDonald's land playground ! GAW, I hate that you just have to know the little details. Fine. are we all clear now. I let my kids eat that nasty ass processed chicken and french fries.
ahem.
So any ways.....Cam was playing in the play area with another little boy. Jan took them.
JAN took them. See. I NEVER would have taken them there. In fact, I get really shitty when she wants to take them to those fast food joints. ask anybody that knows me. except for you. anybody else. ask them.
That being said.
Jan over heard Cameron tell the little boy as he gestured over at her, "That's my mommy J...she's my dad." After a kind of shortish long stare and accepting head nod they were off.
He's a little confused. It must be all of that pressed meat he eats. ;-)
J got home tonight just in time to help with bedtime.
Syd was reading to me when Nathan started crying from his bed.
J lost one of her shoes running so fast to the bathroom with him in her arms. Needless to say, not one drop of throw up got on all of my newly laundered bedding. :) In fact....not a drop got on the floor or even his jammies.
I'm so glad she's home. (sigh)
Monday, March 28, 2011
A letter to my wife.
Dear J,
Was your drive a safe and quiet one ? Did you go to dinner ? What did you eat ?
Is the hotel nice ? Are the beds comfortable and clean ?
Things here are ok. I got the babies to sleep at 6:30 pm. I know huh. and the big kids down at 7:12 pm. I was getting ice, talking to a friend on the phone when I heard Nathan start to cry. I knew immediately what was happening and hung up while I ran and opened the door to their room. The smell was the first confirmation.
He never sat up so the throw up pretty much went straight up and came right back down. splat. all over his face, head and neck each time. Glad he didn't choke on it.
I carefully undressed him and put him in the tub...he was so sad.
After I wrapped him in his towel I laid him on our bed and went to clean up his bed.
The big kids all got up to see what happened. Each one requested to see the throw up and then gagged and almost threw up.
Nathan slept while I dressed him and is back in his make shift bed. poor thing. (good thing I didn't make it to the laundromat today)
The big kids are all downstairs in the playroom. um, playing. Syd said she'd read them a book. they don't sound very tired right now.
The house stinks....at least it's not on the carpet. you know, cuz we're out of carpet cleaner.
Wish you were here.
Wish I didn't have to do this myself.
I'll probably only be able to stay awake for 10 minutes or so tonight thinking about what you can do to make up for this. I know, I know...it was a funeral. you didn't have a choice. but still. maybe just a little something nice. aye ? a back rub. YES. a back rub....that's what you can do for me to make up for having to clean up diarrhea and puke and sick kids...with no break. And for being gone leaving me no one to whine to or yell at.
whew. I can just fall right to sleep now that that's decided.
I love you so much.
Hope you sleep good.
-K-
Was your drive a safe and quiet one ? Did you go to dinner ? What did you eat ?
Is the hotel nice ? Are the beds comfortable and clean ?
Things here are ok. I got the babies to sleep at 6:30 pm. I know huh. and the big kids down at 7:12 pm. I was getting ice, talking to a friend on the phone when I heard Nathan start to cry. I knew immediately what was happening and hung up while I ran and opened the door to their room. The smell was the first confirmation.
He never sat up so the throw up pretty much went straight up and came right back down. splat. all over his face, head and neck each time. Glad he didn't choke on it.
I carefully undressed him and put him in the tub...he was so sad.
After I wrapped him in his towel I laid him on our bed and went to clean up his bed.
The big kids all got up to see what happened. Each one requested to see the throw up and then gagged and almost threw up.
Nathan slept while I dressed him and is back in his make shift bed. poor thing. (good thing I didn't make it to the laundromat today)
The big kids are all downstairs in the playroom. um, playing. Syd said she'd read them a book. they don't sound very tired right now.
The house stinks....at least it's not on the carpet. you know, cuz we're out of carpet cleaner.
Wish you were here.
Wish I didn't have to do this myself.
I'll probably only be able to stay awake for 10 minutes or so tonight thinking about what you can do to make up for this. I know, I know...it was a funeral. you didn't have a choice. but still. maybe just a little something nice. aye ? a back rub. YES. a back rub....that's what you can do for me to make up for having to clean up diarrhea and puke and sick kids...with no break. And for being gone leaving me no one to whine to or yell at.
whew. I can just fall right to sleep now that that's decided.
I love you so much.
Hope you sleep good.
-K-
After 5 !
After 5 I know that I can now cup my hand to catch vomit without gagging or vomiting myself.
After 5 I am now able to use my fingers and hands to wipe food products that have come from the stomach and or intestinal tracks of my children and have made it's way to my floor, out of the steam cleaner when trying to clean it out after cleaning up the floors.
After 5 I know that having 4 down means only 1 to go.
After 5 I know that J will not be leaving work to come and save me but will be en route to her Aunts funeral in another state with her mother.
After 5 I will only have 2 hours to get homework done, wipe faces off, break up fights and meet anyone else's requests before we read books and go to sleep.
After 5 I know that I can love 6 other people equally and with all of my heart
After 5 I have had the pleasure to realize that no one person is the same. That not all rules apply to every child. And that these 5 children live under my roof.
After 5 I know that having 5 brings more crazy, more tears but also more playmates, more laughter and much more love.
After 5 I know that I wouldn't want anything less.
After 5 I am now able to use my fingers and hands to wipe food products that have come from the stomach and or intestinal tracks of my children and have made it's way to my floor, out of the steam cleaner when trying to clean it out after cleaning up the floors.
After 5 I know that having 4 down means only 1 to go.
After 5 I know that J will not be leaving work to come and save me but will be en route to her Aunts funeral in another state with her mother.
After 5 I will only have 2 hours to get homework done, wipe faces off, break up fights and meet anyone else's requests before we read books and go to sleep.
After 5 I know that I can love 6 other people equally and with all of my heart
After 5 I have had the pleasure to realize that no one person is the same. That not all rules apply to every child. And that these 5 children live under my roof.
After 5 I know that having 5 brings more crazy, more tears but also more playmates, more laughter and much more love.
After 5 I know that I wouldn't want anything less.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Fillng those shoes !
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| Cameron, Spencer, Nathan, Ryan |
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| Cameron, Spencer |
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| Spencer, Nathan |
This goes for clothing too. Nathan seems to be growing into his brothers hand-me-downs a year early.
Cameron is bigger than Spencer (was the smaller twin at birth) but we've managed to keep them in the same size clothes. Clothes differ depending on where you buy them and the style....Cam just wore the bigger styles. Shoes we've had to mark with their initials when we had 2 pair that were the same. When Cam grew out of his shoes...they went to Spencer.
Now unfortunately.....they beat them up too much to pass down.
Nathan (who was the smaller twin at birth) is 2 years behind in age but in clothes and now in shoes he is only a year behind. Big kid.
Shoe sizes, Spencer 10 1/2 - Cameron 12 1/2 - Nathan 10 - Ryan 8
Weird that they are both 2 sizes smaller in each set exactly. What's more, Spencer and Nathan are the 2 that look alike and Cam and Ry guy look more alike. So even if they would have been born with the brother that looked alike their feet would still differ by 2 sizes.
Just something that makes me go hmmm.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Thursday's Thoughts
My thoughts and prayers have been with a sweet little baby who just had open heart surgery. and also his moms and brothers.
I have accepted that which I have no control. And I'm reminded that you shouldn't go looking for something that you don't want to find. That being said. Acceptance is the first step.
Who knew that Loretta Lynn and Crystal Gayle were sisters ? not me. well, now I do.
Florida's gonna get Jimmered tonight. hopefully.
I've been calling Spencer Jimmer lately. I hope it catches on.
Nathan has been asked several times by yours truly to say, "What a truck"
I laugh every time.....I'm that immature. Plus, fire truck, said, "fire fuck" just isn't as funny anymore.
I DESPISE Angry Birds. I don't play it. but my wife does. ALL NIGHT LONG. all night. Like the moment she gets home until after I'm asleep. ALL FRIGGING NIGHT. I HATE angry birds. Whoever created that damn app had better stay away from me. Stupid angry birds.
I have one week left. One week and then a break from it all. I can't WAIT !
(including angry birds....you bring those damn birds with us and I swear to god I'll break your phone. ; - ) love you honey. )
I have accepted that which I have no control. And I'm reminded that you shouldn't go looking for something that you don't want to find. That being said. Acceptance is the first step.
Who knew that Loretta Lynn and Crystal Gayle were sisters ? not me. well, now I do.
Florida's gonna get Jimmered tonight. hopefully.
I've been calling Spencer Jimmer lately. I hope it catches on.
Nathan has been asked several times by yours truly to say, "What a truck"
I laugh every time.....I'm that immature. Plus, fire truck, said, "fire fuck" just isn't as funny anymore.
I DESPISE Angry Birds. I don't play it. but my wife does. ALL NIGHT LONG. all night. Like the moment she gets home until after I'm asleep. ALL FRIGGING NIGHT. I HATE angry birds. Whoever created that damn app had better stay away from me. Stupid angry birds.
I have one week left. One week and then a break from it all. I can't WAIT !
(including angry birds....you bring those damn birds with us and I swear to god I'll break your phone. ; - ) love you honey. )
Monday, March 21, 2011
Let's get this party started.
Syd's birthday party was so much fun.
We found this new place called Airborne. It is a trampoline extravaganza. Complete with foam pits, Dodge ball and trampolines on the walls.
She was only able to invite a few close friends because, well, her brothers were invited and that takes up a lot of the open spaces when booking a birthday party for 10 :)
I'm certain in years to come that won't fly, but I was glad it did this year.
Pictures were hard to get because everyone was moving 100% of the time.
Here are a few we'd like to remember.
We found this new place called Airborne. It is a trampoline extravaganza. Complete with foam pits, Dodge ball and trampolines on the walls.
She was only able to invite a few close friends because, well, her brothers were invited and that takes up a lot of the open spaces when booking a birthday party for 10 :)
I'm certain in years to come that won't fly, but I was glad it did this year.
Pictures were hard to get because everyone was moving 100% of the time.
Here are a few we'd like to remember.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Not This Moment Friday
{not this moment} - Hopefully not to be a Friday ritual. A couple of photos - with words - capturing a moment from the week. In a second, an instance, this moment happened. A moment I want to pause, rewind and forget.
Yesterday Spencer got some scissors from the kitchen and disappeared downstairs unnoticed. I saw him coming up the stairs and quickly realized what he had done. Relieved that is wasn't as bad as I knew it could be, I took the scissors and gave a now repeated lecture about how scissors are for mom authorized paper only.
Only later when I was trying to get everyone ready for Syd's birthday party did I realize what he had done to his brother. Much worse. but still, not as bad as I could have imagined it. Thank GOODNESS Sydney has never done this.
Yesterday Spencer got some scissors from the kitchen and disappeared downstairs unnoticed. I saw him coming up the stairs and quickly realized what he had done. Relieved that is wasn't as bad as I knew it could be, I took the scissors and gave a now repeated lecture about how scissors are for mom authorized paper only.
Only later when I was trying to get everyone ready for Syd's birthday party did I realize what he had done to his brother. Much worse. but still, not as bad as I could have imagined it. Thank GOODNESS Sydney has never done this.
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| Where ? where is there hair gone mom ? I can't see it. |
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| Seriously buddy. You let your brother cut your hair. What were you thinking ? The bandaid is not from the haircut :) |
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| Needless to say he is now buzzed all over. |
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Lucky Number 7 !
There's luck all over this day.
My baby is 7.
ope. there I go. the water works.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME ?! (rhetorical)
I'm FINE. I'm fine that you are a year older and that your tantrums are turning into attitude and that your ears are pierced and that your permanant teeth are coming in and it's making your fa-hay-hace look older. I'm fi-hi-hine with that. aaaaaah haaaaaa haaa.
Ok, so I'm a blubbering mess and I didn't expect it and so I forbid you to turn 7 !
That's it, it's been forbidden ! You are 6 !
What will I do if you keep growing up Syd ?
I love you honey. Happy Birthday.
Love mom,
My baby is 7.
ope. there I go. the water works.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME ?! (rhetorical)
I'm FINE. I'm fine that you are a year older and that your tantrums are turning into attitude and that your ears are pierced and that your permanant teeth are coming in and it's making your fa-hay-hace look older. I'm fi-hi-hine with that. aaaaaah haaaaaa haaa.
Ok, so I'm a blubbering mess and I didn't expect it and so I forbid you to turn 7 !
That's it, it's been forbidden ! You are 6 !
What will I do if you keep growing up Syd ?
I love you honey. Happy Birthday.
Love mom,
Monday, March 14, 2011
Coming out of the dark.
I'm writing this because I want others to know how you should feel vs. how you could feel.
Time line (on redbull)
- post partum
- zo.loft minimum dosage
- great
- crazy lady, upped dosage
- great
- still kinda crazy at times of the month, upped dosage
- great
- crazy upped to maximum dosage
(the above transpired over approx a 2 year time frame)
- pmdd diagnosed, now maxed on zo.loft dr. prescribes cel.exa
- crazy bitch on a roller coaster
- still a crazy bitch for the entire bottle of cel.exa
- go to gyno. takes me off cel.exa and puts me on pro.zac, filled with promise
- dizzy, feels like I just got off of a roller coaster or a 16hr flight from New Zealand
- ugly terrible thoughts
- immediately called gyno's nurse and said something about wanting off of this crazy train NOW !
- she calls in rx for zo.loft at a mild dosage
- great
- still great, wife notices
- still great, kids notice
(the rest happened in about a month...but it felt like an eternity)
I can see now why people hate medication. Seriously. If I would have been given one of the other 2 drugs first...or had the reaction that I had with the other 2 drugs first....I would have quit and never gone back. I would still be suffering of course...but anything is better than that shit. I felt like a mad woman.
I'm only sharing the following story because I think it properly explains the crazy shit that happens in your head. In my head while on the wrong medication.
I've heard terrible stories on the news about parents losing their kids or their children being injured or hurt and whenever I try and put myself in their place and think about what they are going through...my mind and heart won't have it. I have to shake the thought off and clear my head because it hurts so badly to even imagine it. The pain of what they must be going through is too much for my heart to bear.
While driving to St. George last weekend on our much needed trip to sunshine. My mind drifted off to....what would it be like if we got in a car crash right now and me and J were the only survivors. Yeah, that would suck. Think though. We could go places alone just us again. We wouldn't have to worry about babysitters or kids activities or how many bedrooms does that condo have. Are there things that the kids can break ? no, none of that would have to be considered now.
Just that nonchalant a conversation in my own head. No chills, nasusea or heart palpitations. No brain triggering a new and easier to handle thought. Nothing.
I sat there for a few seconds and wondered almost excitedly about what it would be like if my kids were no longer alive.
Right now that thought hits me so low in the gut I feel sick to my stomach and my eyes are full of tears. I'm sure it was hard for some of you to even read. That's how it was for me too. It's hard for me to type it now. I've only told J up until now....those kind of thoughts are scarier than hell to have happen let alone say out loud.
It was the red flag. The bottom. The lowest point. It was when I knew that things were NOT getting better. and I could NOT wait another day to get off of this medication. It wasn't my avoiding people. Not taking phone calls. Refusing to go outside. Still angry. Feeling so much anger toward my children. Still blowing up. No...none of those were enough of a red flag for me.
I don't know why the meds affected me that way. I'm not sure if I had stayed on it another week if it would have gotten better like most doctors want you to. I wasn't going to find out.
I called the gyno.s office and told her nurse that I needed to wean off of the drugs I had been taking, IMMEDIATELY. I didn't know what to do, but taking nothing was better than this. I was panicked. I had heard and read and knew that stopping the meds all at once was as bad as taking the wrong drug.
She called in my zo.loft. I didn't think that it would work. I maxed out on it and figured our wonderful relationship had come to an end.
I was wrong. I love it and I feel very much back to my old self again. almost instantly.
There is hope out there in the form of little blue/pink/white with blue stripped pills.
I just fear that someone is not on the one that's right for them.
If you don't have relief. If you don't feel happy and better......talk to your doctor.
More importantly...if you feel worse. Please. talk to your doctor.
Seriously all because of a bad chemical reaction and the wrong drug.
Look at these beautiful and wonderful little happy people. I canNOT imagine a life without them. I would do it over 10000 trillion times the same exact way in order to have all of them here. I love each and every one of them with every single ounce of my being.
I'm so glad to be back and to feel normal again.
(I know, old Christmas picture throw away...but they are just so sweet...and all in the picture :) )
Time line (on redbull)
- post partum
- zo.loft minimum dosage
- great
- crazy lady, upped dosage
- great
- still kinda crazy at times of the month, upped dosage
- great
- crazy upped to maximum dosage
(the above transpired over approx a 2 year time frame)
- pmdd diagnosed, now maxed on zo.loft dr. prescribes cel.exa
- crazy bitch on a roller coaster
- still a crazy bitch for the entire bottle of cel.exa
- go to gyno. takes me off cel.exa and puts me on pro.zac, filled with promise
- dizzy, feels like I just got off of a roller coaster or a 16hr flight from New Zealand
- ugly terrible thoughts
- immediately called gyno's nurse and said something about wanting off of this crazy train NOW !
- she calls in rx for zo.loft at a mild dosage
- great
- still great, wife notices
- still great, kids notice
(the rest happened in about a month...but it felt like an eternity)
I can see now why people hate medication. Seriously. If I would have been given one of the other 2 drugs first...or had the reaction that I had with the other 2 drugs first....I would have quit and never gone back. I would still be suffering of course...but anything is better than that shit. I felt like a mad woman.
I'm only sharing the following story because I think it properly explains the crazy shit that happens in your head. In my head while on the wrong medication.
I've heard terrible stories on the news about parents losing their kids or their children being injured or hurt and whenever I try and put myself in their place and think about what they are going through...my mind and heart won't have it. I have to shake the thought off and clear my head because it hurts so badly to even imagine it. The pain of what they must be going through is too much for my heart to bear.
While driving to St. George last weekend on our much needed trip to sunshine. My mind drifted off to....what would it be like if we got in a car crash right now and me and J were the only survivors. Yeah, that would suck. Think though. We could go places alone just us again. We wouldn't have to worry about babysitters or kids activities or how many bedrooms does that condo have. Are there things that the kids can break ? no, none of that would have to be considered now.
Just that nonchalant a conversation in my own head. No chills, nasusea or heart palpitations. No brain triggering a new and easier to handle thought. Nothing.
I sat there for a few seconds and wondered almost excitedly about what it would be like if my kids were no longer alive.
Right now that thought hits me so low in the gut I feel sick to my stomach and my eyes are full of tears. I'm sure it was hard for some of you to even read. That's how it was for me too. It's hard for me to type it now. I've only told J up until now....those kind of thoughts are scarier than hell to have happen let alone say out loud.
It was the red flag. The bottom. The lowest point. It was when I knew that things were NOT getting better. and I could NOT wait another day to get off of this medication. It wasn't my avoiding people. Not taking phone calls. Refusing to go outside. Still angry. Feeling so much anger toward my children. Still blowing up. No...none of those were enough of a red flag for me.
I don't know why the meds affected me that way. I'm not sure if I had stayed on it another week if it would have gotten better like most doctors want you to. I wasn't going to find out.
I called the gyno.s office and told her nurse that I needed to wean off of the drugs I had been taking, IMMEDIATELY. I didn't know what to do, but taking nothing was better than this. I was panicked. I had heard and read and knew that stopping the meds all at once was as bad as taking the wrong drug.
She called in my zo.loft. I didn't think that it would work. I maxed out on it and figured our wonderful relationship had come to an end.
I was wrong. I love it and I feel very much back to my old self again. almost instantly.
There is hope out there in the form of little blue/pink/white with blue stripped pills.
I just fear that someone is not on the one that's right for them.
If you don't have relief. If you don't feel happy and better......talk to your doctor.
More importantly...if you feel worse. Please. talk to your doctor.
Seriously all because of a bad chemical reaction and the wrong drug.
Look at these beautiful and wonderful little happy people. I canNOT imagine a life without them. I would do it over 10000 trillion times the same exact way in order to have all of them here. I love each and every one of them with every single ounce of my being.
(I know, old Christmas picture throw away...but they are just so sweet...and all in the picture :) )
Friday, March 11, 2011
This moment Friday
{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember
Monday, March 7, 2011
When life becomes more than you can stand
and you have 70 degree weather and a 3 day weekend within reach and approximately 4 hr drive.
You pack your bags, book a last minute 3 bedroom 2 bath condo at an extremely discounted rate and hit the road.
We got there, settled in, Spencer came in to tell me to roll his stomach at about midnight. at about 2 am he threw up for the first time. He continued acting perfectly swell all except for the puking episodes and that pesky diarrhea and that kept a pull up on him for the entire weekend.
Me and the wife played catch with a football we found at the playground. We also pitched tennis balls through a 6 inch hole in the tennis pitching fence (the one that was closed for the season and was left completely open with no one around and hundreds of balls to keep our family of 7 happy and busy for over an hour:).....for $100,000.00 a ball. Had the balls been $100,000.00 per nearly missing a childs head we would both be MILLIONAIRS. luckily no one was harmed.
Today I can't wipe my own ass. It SERIOUSLY hurts oh so much to twist to the right. It can knock the wind out of me and send my back/rib cage into a sudden spasm for several minutes.
We've both decided it's time to start working out more regularly. Apparently caring for 5 little people....including all of the turning, standing, squatting, lifting, carrying that is involved....is not keeping us fit. AT. ALL.
I did take my camera. I took exactly 2 pictures at the condo. 98 at the pool. and 2 of the babies peeing outside of the van for the first time on a road trip.
Without further ado.
You pack your bags, book a last minute 3 bedroom 2 bath condo at an extremely discounted rate and hit the road.
We got there, settled in, Spencer came in to tell me to roll his stomach at about midnight. at about 2 am he threw up for the first time. He continued acting perfectly swell all except for the puking episodes and that pesky diarrhea and that kept a pull up on him for the entire weekend.
Me and the wife played catch with a football we found at the playground. We also pitched tennis balls through a 6 inch hole in the tennis pitching fence (the one that was closed for the season and was left completely open with no one around and hundreds of balls to keep our family of 7 happy and busy for over an hour:).....for $100,000.00 a ball. Had the balls been $100,000.00 per nearly missing a childs head we would both be MILLIONAIRS. luckily no one was harmed.
Today I can't wipe my own ass. It SERIOUSLY hurts oh so much to twist to the right. It can knock the wind out of me and send my back/rib cage into a sudden spasm for several minutes.
We've both decided it's time to start working out more regularly. Apparently caring for 5 little people....including all of the turning, standing, squatting, lifting, carrying that is involved....is not keeping us fit. AT. ALL.
I did take my camera. I took exactly 2 pictures at the condo. 98 at the pool. and 2 of the babies peeing outside of the van for the first time on a road trip.
Without further ado.
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| Something that I should remind myself of more often |
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| Remember that one time on our trip that Syd was nice to her brothers. Me too, good thing I had my camera for it :) |
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| Mommy Jaaaaaaaaaay, Mommy Jaaaaaay I haven't convinced myself that she didn't birth this baby boy |
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| of the 98 pictures I took at the pool...I'm pretty sure 39 of them were of Nathan shooting hoops. |
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| Don't look. this may just be my "this moment friday" |
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| Or this one. I can't decide |
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| Nate was either spitting on her |
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| or licking her. either way...as you can see...J wasn't amused. |
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| Poor little Spence man didn't get to play in the pool. but we let him dip his piggys in the hot tub. |
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Spencer says !
We went to an unbirthday Alice in wonderland party at the Treehouse museum. It was lots of fun.
Towards the end we went in to have a tea party with the Mad Hatter and March Hare. We enjoyed eclairs cookies and tea (lemonade) They had some heart shaped chocolate candy's decorating the center of each table.
Spencer grabbed one and asked me if they were real. Thinking that he meant can we eat them or are they decoration, I responded, yes honey...they're real and you can eat them.
He opened his chocolate and with this serious and yet curious look on his face, he turned to me and said, "mom, is this going to make me big ?" aaaah, Alice in Wonderland, I get it.
I still laugh when I think about it.
We were at TJm.axx looking for new bedding for the big boys new rooms a while ago. As we were making our way to the back we passed the displays for blinged out purses, all of the 9 inch heeled shoes, jewelry..etc. Spencer and Cam kind of wandered through it while I kept walking. They caught up to me and I asked Spencer what he was looking at.
his reply, all casual and cool : "oh, just some rockstar stuff"
ooooh, I just LOVE you Spence.
Spencer raised his hand to be in a play at the children's museum I mentioned a while back.
I was so proud of him. I couldn't believe he had the courage to do it. It was on a Saturday and the place was PACKED.
He was picked as the Rabbi. It was a play called, "Too much noise" or something like that translated to the English version. A man, his wife and mother in law, 2 children 1 baby and a bunch of animals.
Synopsis : Man tries to take a nap, his wife and mother keep saying yadda yadda yadda his children (one of which was Syd) chatter, chatter, chatter, the baby cries and cries. So he goes to the Rabbi for advice. The rabbi (Spencer) keeps telling him to bring in more and more animals...which of course makes more and more noise. One of those animals was Cam, who also raised his hand (gasp, I know huh )....he was a swan :) I'm not sure what kind of noise a swan makes exactly. ha ha
Any ways. Spencers part had a lot of lines and he did SO SO GOOD ! He looked amish in the hat and jacket :) ha ha and at one point the drama teacher/narrator said, "and the Rabbi laughed" and Spencer threw his head back and laughed so cute that everyone in the audience busted up. He did such a great job.
Spencer you are 4 1/2 yrs old. You love love love to watch/help/get involved. You are the kid who follows me or your mommy J around and wants to be in the action. You are so sweet and will even say...."I'll just sit here mom...I won't touch anything" ooooh, I just want to kiss you.
If I ever need anything I can ask you and you'll run and get it for me. Whether it's a loaf of bread or milk from the basement freezer or wet wipes from the babies room.
I can always count on you to help me clean up too. Even if it's picking up the toys and not just spraying the furniture polish...you're the most likely to get down and dirty.
The anger that you had for a while. The mad. The frustration. It's almost all but a thing of the past now.
You are much better about verbalizing what it is that is pissing you off and will also work things out. Sometimes you like to do things by yourself and will get frustrated when it's not going as planned. You eventually figure it out or will ask for help.
You are also turning into the teaser. I don't like this new characteristic if you didn't know already. You will copy Cameron like an obnoxious parrot until he's ready to pummel you. You tease whoever is crying....it goes something like....they are sad so you run past them back and forth shouting some made up word or noise....just to bug them. You yell in the ears of the babies, just because you think it's funny. It's not.
You know, all of the typical brother stuff. :)
You cuddle up with me and will softly stroke my face. Such a sweet kid. You are also good at talking me down from the ledge you guys have chased me to. :)
I can't imagine loving you more Spence. You are so friendly, kind and sensitive. Your sweet sweet smile steals my heart.
Towards the end we went in to have a tea party with the Mad Hatter and March Hare. We enjoyed eclairs cookies and tea (lemonade) They had some heart shaped chocolate candy's decorating the center of each table.
Spencer grabbed one and asked me if they were real. Thinking that he meant can we eat them or are they decoration, I responded, yes honey...they're real and you can eat them.
He opened his chocolate and with this serious and yet curious look on his face, he turned to me and said, "mom, is this going to make me big ?" aaaah, Alice in Wonderland, I get it.
I still laugh when I think about it.
We were at TJm.axx looking for new bedding for the big boys new rooms a while ago. As we were making our way to the back we passed the displays for blinged out purses, all of the 9 inch heeled shoes, jewelry..etc. Spencer and Cam kind of wandered through it while I kept walking. They caught up to me and I asked Spencer what he was looking at.
his reply, all casual and cool : "oh, just some rockstar stuff"
ooooh, I just LOVE you Spence.
Spencer raised his hand to be in a play at the children's museum I mentioned a while back.
I was so proud of him. I couldn't believe he had the courage to do it. It was on a Saturday and the place was PACKED.
He was picked as the Rabbi. It was a play called, "Too much noise" or something like that translated to the English version. A man, his wife and mother in law, 2 children 1 baby and a bunch of animals.
Synopsis : Man tries to take a nap, his wife and mother keep saying yadda yadda yadda his children (one of which was Syd) chatter, chatter, chatter, the baby cries and cries. So he goes to the Rabbi for advice. The rabbi (Spencer) keeps telling him to bring in more and more animals...which of course makes more and more noise. One of those animals was Cam, who also raised his hand (gasp, I know huh )....he was a swan :) I'm not sure what kind of noise a swan makes exactly. ha ha
Any ways. Spencers part had a lot of lines and he did SO SO GOOD ! He looked amish in the hat and jacket :) ha ha and at one point the drama teacher/narrator said, "and the Rabbi laughed" and Spencer threw his head back and laughed so cute that everyone in the audience busted up. He did such a great job.
Spencer you are 4 1/2 yrs old. You love love love to watch/help/get involved. You are the kid who follows me or your mommy J around and wants to be in the action. You are so sweet and will even say...."I'll just sit here mom...I won't touch anything" ooooh, I just want to kiss you.
If I ever need anything I can ask you and you'll run and get it for me. Whether it's a loaf of bread or milk from the basement freezer or wet wipes from the babies room.
I can always count on you to help me clean up too. Even if it's picking up the toys and not just spraying the furniture polish...you're the most likely to get down and dirty.
The anger that you had for a while. The mad. The frustration. It's almost all but a thing of the past now.
You are much better about verbalizing what it is that is pissing you off and will also work things out. Sometimes you like to do things by yourself and will get frustrated when it's not going as planned. You eventually figure it out or will ask for help.
You are also turning into the teaser. I don't like this new characteristic if you didn't know already. You will copy Cameron like an obnoxious parrot until he's ready to pummel you. You tease whoever is crying....it goes something like....they are sad so you run past them back and forth shouting some made up word or noise....just to bug them. You yell in the ears of the babies, just because you think it's funny. It's not.
You know, all of the typical brother stuff. :)
You cuddle up with me and will softly stroke my face. Such a sweet kid. You are also good at talking me down from the ledge you guys have chased me to. :)
I can't imagine loving you more Spence. You are so friendly, kind and sensitive. Your sweet sweet smile steals my heart.
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| Rabbi Spencer ! |
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| Spencer singing on stage with the Caterpillar. I do believe I have 2 kids that thoroughly enjoy theater and being on stage. |
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