I have been waiting for the first day of school with such anticipation.
It didn't exactly feel the way I thought it would.
Still though, it was a GREAT day !
Monday, August 29, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Being good sometimes counts, right ?
-Because sometimes it's ok to eat dry cereal for breakfast in moms room while watching a little Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
-Because it's ok to to eat dry cereal yet again for lunch, in front of the TV right before bath time, just before pre school.
-Because after pre school my decision to head to Carls Jr. for a shake was the best and greatest idea, because holy shat fire it's too hot for the park, but these kids need to climb and play and not on my couches and turned over chairs.
-AND just because the play structure says it's for children under 12 doesn't mean a grown up won't fit. it also said you have to go down the slide....I didn't follow that rule either.
-Because when everyone was melting down with the heat....I held it together. and nobody was even around to watch me.
-I shared my bubble gum and chased my kids all with patience, love and 100% of my attention.
-Today. I'm a good mom.
well, up until now, when I sat down at the computer and am now blocking out the screaming from the babies who are tearing apart my couches and Sydney's request for....something....I have completely tuned her out until just now. ha ha ha
but EARLIER today....I was good. and that counts for something.
I'm officially done being nice.
WHO'S CRYING ! NATE LEAVE HIM ALONE ! WHAT SYDNEY ?? WHAT ?? PUT THE COUCH CUSHIONS BACK ON THE COUCH !!! DAMN IT !
-Because it's ok to to eat dry cereal yet again for lunch, in front of the TV right before bath time, just before pre school.
-Because after pre school my decision to head to Carls Jr. for a shake was the best and greatest idea, because holy shat fire it's too hot for the park, but these kids need to climb and play and not on my couches and turned over chairs.
-AND just because the play structure says it's for children under 12 doesn't mean a grown up won't fit. it also said you have to go down the slide....I didn't follow that rule either.
-Because when everyone was melting down with the heat....I held it together. and nobody was even around to watch me.
-I shared my bubble gum and chased my kids all with patience, love and 100% of my attention.
-Today. I'm a good mom.
well, up until now, when I sat down at the computer and am now blocking out the screaming from the babies who are tearing apart my couches and Sydney's request for....something....I have completely tuned her out until just now. ha ha ha
but EARLIER today....I was good. and that counts for something.
I'm officially done being nice.
WHO'S CRYING ! NATE LEAVE HIM ALONE ! WHAT SYDNEY ?? WHAT ?? PUT THE COUCH CUSHIONS BACK ON THE COUCH !!! DAMN IT !
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Polly want a crack whore
I've been going to the local high school track in the mornings to do some running/walking.
It's wonderful because I can put on my music and circle the track all in a world of my own whildst my children are playing on the field or in the bleachers....all contained with the surrounding fence.....and lately the football team, cheerleaders and drill team, who have been practicing for homecoming in a week or so.
Today after my run I went under the bleachers to find my babies sitting on the ground. Ryan was holding a handful of grass and Nathan was pecking at the grass with a dead baby bird.
and me without hand sanitizer.
I wiped their hands off with wet wipes once we got to the car and washed them 3 times as soon as we got home.
gross. on so many levels.
These little 3 year olds are a lot less fun than the little 2 year olds they once were. I've heard from several people that the odd years are the worst. I happen to have 3, 5 and 7 year olds. who the hell planned that one.
ANY WAYS !
3 year stats. because I know you want to know and I have to keep track.
Nathan :
weight 37 lbs 90%
height 40 in. 97%
no shots.
no concerns
Nate told the doctor a knock knock joke while being checked out.
knock knock.
who's there
doggy pooped
Ryan :
weight 34 lbs 75%
height 39 in. 90%
no shots
no concerns
noted that he was super whiney and high maintanence. :)
He wouldn't open his mouth and resisted and whined pretty much the whole time.
If I survive this last set...I promise to donate my time to those in need, my money for a scholarship to a mother who devoted her life to her kids and since my mind will be mush..I'll donate my eyes....because they will be wise and will have seen pretty much everything.
It's wonderful because I can put on my music and circle the track all in a world of my own whildst my children are playing on the field or in the bleachers....all contained with the surrounding fence.....and lately the football team, cheerleaders and drill team, who have been practicing for homecoming in a week or so.
Today after my run I went under the bleachers to find my babies sitting on the ground. Ryan was holding a handful of grass and Nathan was pecking at the grass with a dead baby bird.
and me without hand sanitizer.
I wiped their hands off with wet wipes once we got to the car and washed them 3 times as soon as we got home.
gross. on so many levels.
These little 3 year olds are a lot less fun than the little 2 year olds they once were. I've heard from several people that the odd years are the worst. I happen to have 3, 5 and 7 year olds. who the hell planned that one.
ANY WAYS !
3 year stats. because I know you want to know and I have to keep track.
Nathan :
weight 37 lbs 90%
height 40 in. 97%
no shots.
no concerns
Nate told the doctor a knock knock joke while being checked out.
knock knock.
who's there
doggy pooped
Ryan :
weight 34 lbs 75%
height 39 in. 90%
no shots
no concerns
noted that he was super whiney and high maintanence. :)
He wouldn't open his mouth and resisted and whined pretty much the whole time.
If I survive this last set...I promise to donate my time to those in need, my money for a scholarship to a mother who devoted her life to her kids and since my mind will be mush..I'll donate my eyes....because they will be wise and will have seen pretty much everything.
Friday, August 19, 2011
When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad !
Yesterday -
Once the screaming died down. and also the request for a bandaid to place over the white circle with the red pindot in the center on his inner foot.
Nathan : bees will sting you ?
Mom : bees will sting you if they think you are going to hurt or kill them. You stepped on that bee so he stung you.
Nathan : Will piders eat you ?
Mom : no. spiders won't eat you.
Nathan : only dragons will eat you ?
Mom : Unless you are their friend...they won't eat you if you are their friend.
Nathan : Sadie bite you ?
Mom : no, Sadie won't bite you.
Nathan : Mom won't bite you ?
Mom : no, mom WILL bite you. (bit arm)
Nathan : ouch. don't bite me ! A bee hurt me !
Cam : Bees are mean.
Mom : Bees aren't mean. They only hurt you when you hurt them. I watched the Bee movie....bee's are nice.
Cam : I watched that movie, but bees in our world are mean and you have to freeze them. Do you know how hard it is to play freeze tag ? It's hard.
Nathan : Shoes will kill bees. Then they won't sting me.
Mom : It's a good idea to wear shoes.
Cam : Yeah and shoes make you run fast too.
Once the screaming died down. and also the request for a bandaid to place over the white circle with the red pindot in the center on his inner foot.
Nathan : bees will sting you ?
Mom : bees will sting you if they think you are going to hurt or kill them. You stepped on that bee so he stung you.
Nathan : Will piders eat you ?
Mom : no. spiders won't eat you.
Nathan : only dragons will eat you ?
Mom : Unless you are their friend...they won't eat you if you are their friend.
Nathan : Sadie bite you ?
Mom : no, Sadie won't bite you.
Nathan : Mom won't bite you ?
Mom : no, mom WILL bite you. (bit arm)
Nathan : ouch. don't bite me ! A bee hurt me !
Cam : Bees are mean.
Mom : Bees aren't mean. They only hurt you when you hurt them. I watched the Bee movie....bee's are nice.
Cam : I watched that movie, but bees in our world are mean and you have to freeze them. Do you know how hard it is to play freeze tag ? It's hard.
Nathan : Shoes will kill bees. Then they won't sting me.
Mom : It's a good idea to wear shoes.
Cam : Yeah and shoes make you run fast too.
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| I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel, so bad |
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Boy girl boy boy boy boy boy boy boy
My poor Syd. She is so out numbered.
Not just in our family but also in the neighborhood.
Me and my friend took our kids + a few extra to the canyon yesterday. Let the kids play in the creek, hunt for animals and bugs, climbed the side of mountains = dirty happy kids.
There were 11 kids. 1 girl.
She handles it well. She's never been a girlie girl. Doesn't like barbie's or any other "typical" girl stuff. Has the drama queen part down though. :)
She'll pick up a spider and hold a snake. but I think she needs a little more estrogen play time.
She has a sweet and sensitive side and was THRILLED when a butterfly landed first on her knee then nose (no picture) and then hand. She announced today that she's going to write a chapter book and include the story of this butterfly in it. :)
I've been counting down the days to the start of school. Sydney's definitely easier on the eyes than on me. ha ha
We had heard at the end of school last year and over the summer that, "whatever you do, DON'T GET MS. WARNOCK"
Guess who Sydney got.
The tennis game that has gone on in my head about whether to switch classes or leave her there has been exhausting. Weighing the pros and cons. Worrying if changing would be the bigger mistake.
I can't have her struggle another year. I can't fight her to go to school every day for another year.
UGH !
I've decided to leave her in her class and face whatever challenges we are faced with. It will teach her and apparently remind me that we will have to work with lots of different kinds of people in our lives. And sometimes we don't get to choose who they are.
I won't change her mid year. I don't want to teach her that we can just "decide" that it's not working out and we can make a change. I was the same way with gymnastics. You made the commitment...you see it out until after the performance. We'll just work through it.
Cross your fingers for a good year.
Not just in our family but also in the neighborhood.
Me and my friend took our kids + a few extra to the canyon yesterday. Let the kids play in the creek, hunt for animals and bugs, climbed the side of mountains = dirty happy kids.
There were 11 kids. 1 girl.
She handles it well. She's never been a girlie girl. Doesn't like barbie's or any other "typical" girl stuff. Has the drama queen part down though. :)
She'll pick up a spider and hold a snake. but I think she needs a little more estrogen play time.
We had heard at the end of school last year and over the summer that, "whatever you do, DON'T GET MS. WARNOCK"
Guess who Sydney got.
The tennis game that has gone on in my head about whether to switch classes or leave her there has been exhausting. Weighing the pros and cons. Worrying if changing would be the bigger mistake.
I can't have her struggle another year. I can't fight her to go to school every day for another year.
UGH !
I've decided to leave her in her class and face whatever challenges we are faced with. It will teach her and apparently remind me that we will have to work with lots of different kinds of people in our lives. And sometimes we don't get to choose who they are.
I won't change her mid year. I don't want to teach her that we can just "decide" that it's not working out and we can make a change. I was the same way with gymnastics. You made the commitment...you see it out until after the performance. We'll just work through it.
Cross your fingers for a good year.
Monday, August 8, 2011
My Cubs
I have said for a long time that when my boys wrestle with each other, it reminds me of little bear cubs. or little lion cubs. And just like on animal planet, the mama gets pummeled too. :)
Rollie Pollie and cute all over.
Here's some animal fun to share.
We have joked in a not so funny and more of an acceptance for what is to come, kind of way.....these boys are going to TEAR THIS HOUSE UP in a couple of years.
So we are currently in the process of not really giving a crap about dents and holes in the walls....as there will be plenty more where those came from.
And although acceptance is the first step....I continue to spackle and fill the dang things....because there's that one little part of me that hopes they will be proper young gentlemen who sit and read and only play rough outside.
snark snark snark.
Rollie Pollie and cute all over.
Here's some animal fun to share.
We have joked in a not so funny and more of an acceptance for what is to come, kind of way.....these boys are going to TEAR THIS HOUSE UP in a couple of years.
So we are currently in the process of not really giving a crap about dents and holes in the walls....as there will be plenty more where those came from.
And although acceptance is the first step....I continue to spackle and fill the dang things....because there's that one little part of me that hopes they will be proper young gentlemen who sit and read and only play rough outside.
snark snark snark.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Happy Birthday Nathan and Ryan !
Dear Babies,
I'm not sure what I'll call you when you are 15....but I'm pretty sure it will still be, "the babies".
I'm sorry.
Right now it only seems a little strange to call you babies. You still have that 9% of baby padding packed around your cheeks and middle section that let me get away with it in public. Although your height is becoming an issue. I'm certain there are those questioning whether or not you are already 3, maybe 3 1/2 which would make it only a tiny bit weird calling you babies. You guys are getting so big.
Nathan, today you came up and grabbed my wrist with a plastic grabber picker upper thing. You told me in your most evil voice (which is actually quite evil), "now you ah never get outta here. I'm captain hook. I slap you face."
I grabbed you and tickled you and after giggling for a minute you sat up, leaned in and tried to give me a long kiss on the lips :)
I absolutely adore every single cell in your body. Except for the cell that makes you do terrible things. but just that one cell. The rest I love love love.
You still have a ferocious appetite and eat ANY thing. Well except for the nectarine you decided to help yourself to today. I found the nectarine with a large bite taken out of it sticking to the carpet in the office and only a few feet away the remnants of what had been chewed a few times. nice.
You are HILARIOUS. The last 3 years we've been wondering what the heck is in that head of yours....and now it comes spewing out and frankly, it's dang funny.
Who knew.
You have special effects and facial expressions. You're your own comedy club buddy.....and me and Mommy J have front row seats.
but Nate....please reserve the hysterical madness for just us. and not for your teachers and classmates one day.
Love,
Mom.
Ryan, today you are sick. You have the stomach bug that Spencer, Cameron and Nathan had before you. I alternated between rubbing your belly and sticking my fingers in the creases of your fingers and toes like you make us do, while you thrashed around from 1:30-4:30 am (all by myself because Mommy J's on another one of her work trips)...which is just about the time your sister and brother woke up for the day. You went back to sleep at 5 for an hour, which means that I too slept for an hour. ugh.
You are a trooper though. and a cuddler.
You have found a shell to crawl into around the people you used to run to with open arms. The ones you still talk about daily and want to visit. We're not really sure if you are shy or just playing hard to get.
There is something about you that keeps you first choice with your brothers and sister. They all want to baby you, or have you be their pretend baby. You usually fight them off, with Nathan standing in the wings hand up ready to throw himself in a diaper with a burp cloth around his neck. but you...you play the hard to get game and seem to be the number one and only.
Your storms are still monstrous at times. Less frequent. but there is always a hint of one around the corner. Today you got the windex from under the bathroom sink downstairs while I had my thumb on the big kids making them clean the playroom. You sprayed the toilet, several walls but mostly the carpet and Spencer's bear.
The punishment ended with me ripping the empty bottle out of your hand and throwing it away. (with of course my meanest face including the clenched jaw) By the time I had returned you were again doubled over with pain. I picked your slender little frame up and we went and rocked while you tried to find a position that didn't hurt.
It's really hard to stay mad at you. Especially now that your sensitive personality shows a bit more. I can see that your brain isn't always good at making the right choices, but your heart feels and sees every mad face.
We'll work it out buddy.
Love,
Mom
HAPPY Birthday BABY boys !
I love you more and more with each passing year.
(something any twin mom would understand) ;-)
I'm not sure what I'll call you when you are 15....but I'm pretty sure it will still be, "the babies".
I'm sorry.
Right now it only seems a little strange to call you babies. You still have that 9% of baby padding packed around your cheeks and middle section that let me get away with it in public. Although your height is becoming an issue. I'm certain there are those questioning whether or not you are already 3, maybe 3 1/2 which would make it only a tiny bit weird calling you babies. You guys are getting so big.
Nathan, today you came up and grabbed my wrist with a plastic grabber picker upper thing. You told me in your most evil voice (which is actually quite evil), "now you ah never get outta here. I'm captain hook. I slap you face."
I grabbed you and tickled you and after giggling for a minute you sat up, leaned in and tried to give me a long kiss on the lips :)
I absolutely adore every single cell in your body. Except for the cell that makes you do terrible things. but just that one cell. The rest I love love love.
You still have a ferocious appetite and eat ANY thing. Well except for the nectarine you decided to help yourself to today. I found the nectarine with a large bite taken out of it sticking to the carpet in the office and only a few feet away the remnants of what had been chewed a few times. nice.
You are HILARIOUS. The last 3 years we've been wondering what the heck is in that head of yours....and now it comes spewing out and frankly, it's dang funny.
Who knew.
You have special effects and facial expressions. You're your own comedy club buddy.....and me and Mommy J have front row seats.
but Nate....please reserve the hysterical madness for just us. and not for your teachers and classmates one day.
Love,
Mom.
Ryan, today you are sick. You have the stomach bug that Spencer, Cameron and Nathan had before you. I alternated between rubbing your belly and sticking my fingers in the creases of your fingers and toes like you make us do, while you thrashed around from 1:30-4:30 am (all by myself because Mommy J's on another one of her work trips)...which is just about the time your sister and brother woke up for the day. You went back to sleep at 5 for an hour, which means that I too slept for an hour. ugh.
You are a trooper though. and a cuddler.
You have found a shell to crawl into around the people you used to run to with open arms. The ones you still talk about daily and want to visit. We're not really sure if you are shy or just playing hard to get.
There is something about you that keeps you first choice with your brothers and sister. They all want to baby you, or have you be their pretend baby. You usually fight them off, with Nathan standing in the wings hand up ready to throw himself in a diaper with a burp cloth around his neck. but you...you play the hard to get game and seem to be the number one and only.
Your storms are still monstrous at times. Less frequent. but there is always a hint of one around the corner. Today you got the windex from under the bathroom sink downstairs while I had my thumb on the big kids making them clean the playroom. You sprayed the toilet, several walls but mostly the carpet and Spencer's bear.
The punishment ended with me ripping the empty bottle out of your hand and throwing it away. (with of course my meanest face including the clenched jaw) By the time I had returned you were again doubled over with pain. I picked your slender little frame up and we went and rocked while you tried to find a position that didn't hurt.
It's really hard to stay mad at you. Especially now that your sensitive personality shows a bit more. I can see that your brain isn't always good at making the right choices, but your heart feels and sees every mad face.
We'll work it out buddy.
Love,
Mom
HAPPY Birthday BABY boys !
I love you more and more with each passing year.
(something any twin mom would understand) ;-)
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