June 11, 2008

I found an old journal entry (on notebook paper, just floating around). Figured I would add it on here before it disappeared forever.


Today Brynna rolled over for the first time. Front to back.

Aiden has not rolled over yet. I was surprised. He tends to be quicker and he is definitely stronger. He moved a bead from one side of the exersaucer to the other for the first time today. Brynna hasn't done that. When the kids(Sarah or Eric) hand Brynna to me, she moves in a way that reminds me of the little dog on AFV that 'swims' when held over water. Aiden is VERY ticklish. Especially in the waist/groin area. Diaper changes are fun. Poor baby.

The kids are doing a chore competition. Whoever does the most chores gets Sarah's allowance. Second most gets Eric's, etc. Eric runs between chores. He is gonna be hard to beat.

I've found that I still refer to Lauren and Caleb as 'the babies'. Aiden and Brynna are always Aiden and Brynna. I am sure that will change. Someday. (yes, it has)

Math frustrates Sarah to no end. Yesterday, in a meltdown over 567 divided by 18, Sarah wailed,"You mean I have to do math to figure it out?!?!?" I almost fell out. Imagine the horror of having to do math to figure out a math problem. It was funny. Of course, me laughing pissed her off greatly. Thems the breaks.

Can't be put off any longer....

 I wonder how many more of these I can find? LOL. I can hope, right?

Easter Madness!

Easter was pretty quiet this year. The kids and I dyed 5 dozen eggshells. I did have the forethought to set up a table outside. I just forgot to take pics until it was all over.

Aiden had the BEST time!

We didn't manage to confetti them until Easter morning. Why didn't I think to do this outside?

 One good thing about the horribly dry weather we have been having is being able to hunt for eggs outside. We hid 23 dozen eggs outside. It took maybe 10 minutes for them to find them all.

Fabianna-Lauren's best friend

Aiden changed out of the pink and blue boots when we found his shoes in the sand pile.

Aiden and Brynna helped 'hide' the eggs

Then the pelting began!

Isn't that the sweetest thing ever?

And this one, too?

Don't let the expression fool you.

They got me!

And Efrain, too! Bwahahahaha!

It was a good Easter. Too much candy! Way too much Easter grass. Every year I say I will never buy it again. And every year I end up buying it, because it makes Easter candy look so much prettier. Ugh! Sometimes I disgust myself. (rotfl)

Sarah got a flat iron. She was so happy! She did not dye eggs or fill them. Or hide them or find them. But she did smash a couple. So she isn't completely 'too grown up' yet.

The kids got Crayola Color Bubbles from Grandma. They sounded like such a cool idea! And then:

It washed off the kids just fine. And out of most of the clothing. That white shirt is pretty much trash though. I think it comes out IF you don't get it wet and let it dry and then wash it. Like in the case of drool bucket here.

The ducks were busy today!

It was a happy and eventful day. Aren't they all? (Ummm, no) 

Aiden trapped Brynna in a laundry basket. He said she was his dragon. She didn't mind. He was feeding her popcorn through the holes.

Eric killed a wasp. In my kitchen. With wasp spray. Nothing scrubbing down the entire kitchen won't fix. And at least I didn't have to do it. (I have a serious fear of wasps.)

Lauren decided running sideways on the treadmill would be a fun thing to try. Barefoot. Not a great idea. She slipped, caught her toe. She will survive. She lost some skin between her toes (OUCH!) and has various abrasions.

While I was bandaging her up, Aiden and Brynna started a project for me. They are so thoughtful. This is what it looked like:

Five cabinets emptied. I hadn't planned on cleaning out the cabinets today, but really? Do I ever PLAN to clean out my cabinets? And yes, they are wearing each others shirts. 

They also planned for me to take a nap. Why else would they put my pillows in the cabinet?

And, because I wasn't busy and had all this free time, I cut Sarah's hair. She no longer has 26 inches of hair. Is this me doing a happy dance? Why, yes. Yes, it is. It is VERY asymmetrical. And, after tomorrow, will be black and blue again. She is a happy camper. And that makes me happy.

Don't think I have forgotten Caleb. He spent the day buzzing around my head like a gnat. "Mom, will you help me sign up to play Bakugan online? I have a code, Mom. Now, Mom, can we do it now? Please, Mom, I have a code. What is your email? It says I need a parent's permission, Mom." As annoying as that was, it still makes me happy that he waited for permission.

They are great kids. Wonderful human beings. And I am lucky to be their Mom. But a cabinet nap sounds REALLY good right about now.

Mondays are NOT my favorite!

Mondays are NOT my favorite. Almost makes me wish we didn't have weekends. It is so hard to get everything rolling again after taking a couple of days off. Raising kids is exactly like herding cats. At least on Mondays.

Fire!

Last week I had a cake due. On Saturday, I thought. I sent a message to find the pick up time for the next day. I was preheating the oven to start on my latest baking adventure. Kids are meandering about saying,"Mom, it smells like birthday candles in here,"  while I am reading a message that sends me into a panic. The cake is due that evening, not the next day! I jump up to throw the cake in the oven. This is what I find:

Beautiful! One of my angels was baking before me, I think. Little plastic skillet, the matching lid, and green play do. Just what I need to send panic into overdrive! Fortunately, Mom came to herd cats for me while I played with cake. Thanks, Mom!

End result:

Mudbug Cake

                                                    

Maybe I will remember to check the oven for masterpieces before preheating from now on. But I doubt it.

From the Start

   Starting from scratch is a lot harder than I thought. So much to say, and so little. I am hoping this will inspire me to write down all the things the kids are doing. All those stories that, when told to friends, make them say,"I sure hope you are writing this down!" Yeah right! In my spare time. Between 2 and 4 a.m. All I have to do is give up facebook, sleeping, and eating. Then I will have time to do everything I need and want to do.

The Corn Story

Call the kids into dinner. Brynna, 3, wants corn, only corn. Fine. Whatever. One corn on the cob. Two. Three. Ok, she is a corny child. Later, we are having ice cream for dessert. Brynna brings me her bowl, still full. Says,"I am finished, I need more. More corn." Corn on the cob instead of Blue Bell Vanilla? Ok, you strange, strange child.

I give her the corn, but as she prances of with it, she trips. As the cob hits the floor, kernels fly off. It is just horrible. Ruined forever. She is fit to be tied. I stay calm, tell her to pick it up, we can fix this. In typical 3 year old fashion, she refuses. Not in an 'in your face tantrum' kind of way. In an 'I have to go potty, BRB' kind of way. Whatever.

Over the next half hour or so, Brynna comes back with a few requests. A drink, more corn, Dora. She was not impressed with my, "Pick up your corn first." response.

Caleb walks through, spots Brynna's abandoned ice cream. "Mom, can I have Brynna's ice cream?"

Mom: "Ask Brynna."

Caleb:"Brynna, can I have your ice cream?"

Brynna:"When you pick up that corn!"