October 2, 2013

  • Life will Find a Way

    Things have been so crazy around here the last couple of months! I have hardly had any time at all to think let alone blog! However, I do have news. It turns out, next May, we’ll be welcoming baby #6 into our family! Can you believe it?? I can’t. I had my tubes tied 3 years ago! We did have a rough couple of weeks waiting to make sure the new baby was in the uterus, and not in one of the disconnected (but somehow grew back together) tubes.  Turns out baby is in the right place and we got to see the heartbeat.  It reminds me of Malcom’s line in Jurassic Park, “life will find a way” and also, “If you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans”. Truly this baby is a miracle!

    So right now we figure out what we’ll do next May when we will no longer be able to fit all 8 of us in our 7 passenger vehicle. ;)

    And in the mean time, I puke. A lot. And the exhaustion is kicking me in the pants!

September 6, 2013

September 4, 2013

  • So . . .

    I’ve been telling people that I’m 29 today. Then I tell them that one of the things Steven got me for my birthday is this:
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    Do you think that cancels out the 29 bit?? Oh well. He also got me these and they could be for any young age:
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    And yeah, this is me, TAN.

    Random Extras
    This is how Alex and Thomas look before you brush their hair:
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    Also, yesterday, a car drove through the bottom window at the front of the building my office is located in.
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    Weird, right?

September 3, 2013

  • Look, I’m here!

    I couldn’t get in all day, but I’m here for now. Welcome to 2.0! I missed ya’ll!

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    In the mean time, my firstborn turned 13. I’ll have a teenage boy in the house at all times until September of 2030.

    See ya’ll around!!

August 22, 2013

  • Ghost Town

    Has this place become a ghost town, or what? I’m excited to see the new Xanga, and get the volume going again. I miss ya’ll!

     

August 19, 2013

  • Go Fish

    “Mama! I gotta go FISH!” he  yells. This prompts me to hop up as quickly as I can and grab his little hand. Off we run to the bathroom. His version of fishing requires no  pole. It requires a potty and a strong constitution. Somewhere along the way he got in the habit of referring to his #2 bathroom activity as “going fish”. I don’t know why. Perhaps he thinks it looks like fish swimming. It’s hard to know.
    He’s in a funny little stage right now. Anywhere we go, the store, the park, a restaurant, he loves to sing his ABC’s, and at the top of his lungs. Bystanders either think it’s absolutely precious, or maybe the most annoying thing they’ve ever heard. Either way, it does no good to tell him to stop. That just breaks his little heart and he’ll start crying. Which makes the people who thought it was cute think you’re a terrible person, and it makes the people who didn’t like the ABC’s wish you could go back to that.

    As we sit in the bathroom, him on the throne and me on the floor, he’s giving it all he’s got. He pushes on his own little belly to “help”. “I gotta push the button!” he says, pressing on his belly button.  I start laughing. It’s kind of hilarious. Then he says, “Mama, I need a hug!” So I get up, and give him a winner of a hug, all while he’s still sitting on the pot. This cracks me up even more. I start laughing, which makes him start laughing. We’re in the bathroom, him on the potty, me bending over, hugging tight and laughing.

    All the while he’s fishing.

    If this doesn’t sum up parenting, I don’t know what does.

August 18, 2013

August 17, 2013

  • Cutie-Patootie

    This boy just kills me! We saw a movie last night and he was having SO much fun. He kept saying, “This is the best movie, ever!”

August 11, 2013

  • Random factoids

    If 6 people have the same tummy bug and vomit, each pile will look unique. Sort of like fingerprints.

    If your AC window unit leaks and you have to sit towels underneath it, and 6 people have tummy bugs at your house, you will have a LOT of towels to wash.

    If you sort and organize school supplies for 4 or more back-to-schoolers, you may lose your mind.

    If you browse Pier 1, with no children in tow, after having two glasses of wine at dinner, you may buy an owl cookie jar because it matches your owl measuring spoons.

    If you replace 3 illness ruined pillows, everyone will want a new pillow.

    If you sit on your tush long enough, nothing gets done.

    If you lift weights with your husband, you might be sore for DAYS.

August 9, 2013

  • Hating the Miles in the Middle

    My sister left this morning. She’s two years older than me, and happens to be my best and oldest friend in the entire world.  Due to some unforeseen circumstances, she had to come down here last week and stay a few days with my family. She brought her two youngest children with her. The unforeseen circumstances took a little longer to deal with and they ended up bunked in our house for a whole 10 days. Despite the fact that our kind of tiny house had 7 children and 3 adults, lots of noise, leaky window ac units, a crap ton of laundry, and the occasional child-melee, it was a wonderful visit. We haven’t spent 10 days together since she lived with me and Steven for a few months way back in 01.

    You see, we live just far enough apart that we only get to see each other a couple times a year. We text daily, or call. I discuss everything with her, from big news, down to what I had for breakfast yesterday and the fact that I think tomorrow I’m going to have a migraine.  There’s not much about me she doesn’t know and vice versa. I love her. And I hate the miles that separate us. It was so nice to be able to run over to the kitchen store with her and browse. Or go go to the pool together with all the kids. Or to just hang out, or watch t.v., together. 

    We often imagine dreamily what it would be like to live closer, but life does not allow that possibility right now. We just say, “Maybe someday.” and go on about our business. So, after she left this morning, and Steven looked at me with all the kindness in the world in his eyes and said, “I knew you’d be sad today, you’re always sad when she goes.” I had to go in the bathroom and cry. I hate crying!  But I did it anyway. And tomorrow I’ll have a migraine. And Ronda already knows.