Kids are funny~

Yesterday, Elliot came up with an envelope that said "by Elliot...to Gavin" complete with a 1 cent postage stamp. He said "okay mom, it's all ready to go!" I explained that he had to have an address on the envelope because the mail man wouldn't know where Gavin lives. I also asked him not to use my stamps because they cost money...(can you believe we still have 39 cent stamps around here? Hence the 1 cent stamps)

My parents came over a couple hours later and Elliot came again with the envelope and said "okay mom, I got a address now..." He had gotten my parents address and wrote it on the envelope:) I explained that he had to have Gavin's address because if it's my parents address on the envelope, it will go to my parents house.

Brookelyn told me yesterday, all conspiratorially, that Elliot's friend Corwin, wants it to be a naked world. As in "none of us wears clothes...."



Yesterday afternoon, it was so nice out so I decided to put the kids in the stroller and rollerblade up the road. Brookleyn rode along on her bike. Theres a great big treat that serves as the marker for where we can turn around if we're to tired, but we always make it at least to that point.

On the way back as I'm cursing the load of 60+ pounds and just wishing the traffic would stop because our road isn't busy until I'm trying to keep up my momentum with the stroller...then they all come and I have to slow down and wait for them to pass and hope Brookelyn doesn't veer off under a passing vehicle because she always says she not and just as the car gets close starts looking one direction and heading in another. So the 4th or 5th (but who's counting) car passes and we get going once again and I'm sweaty and tired and we are almost home when Brookelyn turns to me and says all nonchalantly:

"Momma, did you see the body in the ditch?"

and it's been a paranoia of mine as long as I can remember that I'll be walking along and find a body so I just glance in the ditches, but I don't search, so I'm like:


"there was a body in the ditch back there, didn't you see it...?

chills and then "Brookelyn...what are you talking about...why are you saying theres a body back there?"

The entire conversation is freaking me out because we have people in our family that do this stuff...I had an intuition once when I was babysitting our neighbor boys while their mom was having their sister that the baby wouldn't make it...just a slip through my mind...and it wasn't really a surprise when their dad came home and told me there was a tragedy and she didn't make it...so I was just thinking of her discovering some dead missing person and being freaked out the rest of her life like I am.

Brookleyn looks at me again and says "somebody must have ranned over a deer cuz, dares a dead body back dare...did you see it mom...did ya?"

Relief as I got the now careening here and there stroller in check and then "no baby, I didn't see it and we're not going back...mommy's tired"


sucker fishing

kissing the sucker. my sister was shocked i let him...twice...it was actually all my idea...

right after he let the fish suck on his finger...

spitting on the worm for luck.

first catch.

you can't tell by the picture that she was swinging on the ranger...

you can always find them together.

fishy splashed him.


how i love pictures. i had forgotten.

T-ball has officially started...I'm looking forward to watching Elliot practice tomorrow. (I missed last night because I was home with sick baby guy) Dad got this shot, and I love it.

How cute is he...? I cannot get over it, but I'm his mom, so I hope you'll forgive me.

Napping with daddy...who bought star crunches and is hoarding them and hogging them and not sharing with mommy.

she looked all pretty when she woke up.

she always plays with her brothers on the bed in the morning. (trae is fast asleep up near the pillows)


circle of friends

Kelaya is a mom. Most of us can relate to that.

Except we can't, because we're not on the streets with 3 kids in tow, not knowing where we'll sleep that night or where the next meal will come from. We aren't resigned to begging in order to keep our kids safe and cozy and fed.

Kelaya needs our help. Please take a moment to read her story and help if you can.

It's amazing what we can do to help one another. Thank goodness for people like Tangobaby.

I grew up the second of 4 daughters. My Dad, of course, teased us all the time. (in a good fun way) One thing he always did, and always made me laugh, was making silly faces at me. It is one of my biggest pet peeves to have people make ugly faces at me...unless it's my dad, and I never make ugly faces, because well, I don't like to look ugly.
Except that, last night I started making faces at Elliot. He'd try so hard not to look again, but as soon as he did, I was ready with my nastiest mug. So he tattled on me to my mother, who gave him the ammunition he needed for retaliation....
Which brings me to the note above.
David was the poor guy I went to school that was always picked on, and for whom I stood up for because I wasn't the type of kid to stand by when other kids were being tormented. Because of that, we became sort of friends. One day he came to school with his Halloween loot, and boy had he scored big. Everyone was asking for his candy and pretty much just reached in and helped themselves as he stood there holding the bag as they rooted through taking whatever they liked. I could just tell that he really didn't want to share, but there wasn't much he could do and anyway, he did what he could to be liked. So I asked him for a piece all politely, because I didn't want to just grab like the others, but I wanted a juicy piece of Double Bubble. You'd think he'd willingly offer me piece since I was friendly, but instead he patted his lips with two fingers and said "only if you give me one of these" indicating that if I wanted to get my hands on his Double Bubble, I'd have to plant on on him. I passed on the kiss and the Double Bubble, regardless of what my mom told my kids.
So last night Elliot drew this picture and laughed with glee as I read it.
I took the kids back into the doctor by myself in the pouring rain, but it's all good because I finally had an excuses to wear my awesome rain boots.
Archer has a nasty ear infection in his left ear, and probable allergy and/or viral induced asthma. He's back on another antibiotic and we're continuing the breathing treatments at 1/2 the dose as to make him less jittery.
Brookelyn has a virus which is making her asthma flare up, so breathing treatments for her as well.
Trae has a full body rash, that has been driving him mad from the itching. We are doing Benadryl, Hydrocortisone, and Aquaphor for him.
Despite the wheezing, all their lungs sound clear which was my biggest concern with all 3, and hopefully we will have this junk cleared up once and for all. As for the bags under my eyes, they are present and accounted for.


For more bathtime pictures, go here...

money maker.

Grandma Pam bought the kids Crayola Color Explosion books for church on Sunday. I don't buy them because they are outrageously expensive, but it was a great treat that kept them occupied really well, and the big novelty of them is they only work with special clear markers, so no mess.

Trae is getting his molar teeth in, so he tends to drool a lot lot lot, especially when he's hunched over his color explosion book. He drooled all over the book, and viola' color!

So when the marker died 13 seconds after he began coloring with it, I had one of those a-haaahh!! moments. At first, I was like..."these are spit markers!" and then I was like..."I bet they're not, but it could be a side business..."

People don't want to buy a $7 coloring book just to run out of marker, so I figure I can start up a marker re-fill business using my "special potion" which would really be spit. But then I was like, it will smell like spit, which is just sick...but then I was like, "no worries, I'll just chew Bubblicious."

Yesterday, I was changing Archer's diaper, and he happened to be wearing a onsie, but then his shirt was a onsie, so 2 onsies really. It was one of those "please stop whining and crying both of you...I know you're sick, but sleep it off for mommy, pretty please...?" days.

So Brookelyn asks "Mom, why you can't button both of them at one time...?"

and I'm like "Umm, what do you mean...?"

and she's all "why you can't button both the buttons at one time...?"

and I was like "Brookleyn, it's not like I have 2 hands! I have to button each snap separately because that's how it goes..."

and she was like "yes you do, mom!...you have 2 hands" (giggle giggle, and that "you're an idiot" look)

and I was like "whatever, gosh!"


the view from here...

we're back to breathing treatments again. this poor boy...i can tell he is just so exhausted.

how peaceful he was for 4 hours today...he's tired of being sick as well.

How convenient to have a puke story this morning...

This morning I was nursing Archer, but Trae wanted to sit in my lap as well, so there we sat all huddled in the rocking chair. Archer finished eating and sat up to see what was going on. He's been sick the last few days and ended up throwing up the entirety of what he just ate all over Trae and I, but he and Trae were facing each other directly, so he threw up all down the front of Trae's shirt and bare legs. So if you can picture them sitting facing each other talking and cooing to one another and then Archer suddenly puking a lot of milk all down Trae's front...and Trae backs up and then looking down the front of his shirt and says "(sigh) Me...?" and starts wiping at the puke with his bare hand as you would if you got say, water, or something a little less gross down the front of your body.


Dear Bloggy Friends~

I've had a few people come up to me lately and mention how much they enjoy reading my blog, and some people are mentioning my blog fodder to my mother. I think that's awesome because even though I read many many blogs, I have a hard time comprehending that people read this and enjoy it...I read funny blogs, sad blogs, blogs about conceiving, blogs about babies, blogs about rock stars, blogs about the lives of those I know and those I don't know.

I love blogging because it is a way to connect with people, and those of you who know me know how I love people. So I've found myself wondering what YOU come here for...? If you care to, drop me a comment about why you read this...it means a lot to have readers, even if there are only a few, and I want to thank everyone who reads this for stopping by. I love to write and do it mainly because of that, but it's much more rewarding to know someone enjoys what I write.


We had a 2 hour drive home tonight from spending time with Jason's parents up north. Trae was sick of sitting in his seat and was begging to get out, which was pitiful because he has a sore scratchy throat and sounds awful. Jason finally told him that if he got out, the cops would come, and Trae kept saying "pweece bam, tum...? bite me...? pweece bam pank me...?"


the injustice of it all...

This is the booger...someone else's booger, that I almost ate.

I had a bowl of my almost very favorite ice cream last night, except I had to share because that's what us mothers do. Scoop for me....scoop for Trae....scoop for me....

....pause, hang on....and then gag a little. And pull out the slimy unidentified gob that just keeps rolling around on my tongue.

"Ahhh, what is that...? Oh, oh sick..it's a booger..."
*throw up in the mouth a little*
*wish it wasn't a booger and just curdled ice cream*
How gross....
Take a picture for the blog.....


Archer says dada...!

first of our kids to day dada first...and he said it first when he was trying to get jason to pick him up! it's adorable.


Bath Time

Here are some pictures of bath time last night.
I'm not sure when you'll here a coherent word from me here....I've got issues that I can't put my finger on, and I'm trying to work through them, so until then you'll get pictures of my kids:)


picture post.

Our little Cabbage Patch Baby...sometimes I want to bite him.

Our new playhouse...the kids have been having a blast!

Marshmallows are still gross, even if you roll them in sugar.

being Baby.

Stepped in a fresh roasted peep.

Trae eating his freshly roasted hot dog.

Archer roasting marshmallows.

We took a ranger ride.

Helping grandpa drive the tractor.

I'm thinking he has my eyes.

Trae fell asleep at the table.



Last night as we were getting ready for bed, Brookelyn, who had been in bed for over an hour, came into our bedroom....

Me: Brookelyn, what do you need...?

Jason: Go get in bed...

So, she turns around and goes back the way she came.

Me: What if she needed something...?

Jason: Sigh...

Off he goes to see if she needs anything....and comes back 30 seconds later.

Me: What did she need...?

Jason: I don't know, she wouldn't answer me.

Me: Well what was she doing...?

Jason: Just sitting there staring off into space.

Me: Well was she asleep...?

Jason: No, her eyes were open.

Me: Yeah, but she's walked in her sleep before...

Jason: Yeah, I know that.

Me: Never mind.

I asked her this morning if she remembered coming into our room tonight and she had no clue she'd been in there.


Update on the kiddos.

We moved Archer out of his infant seat today. He sits and coos and belly laughs at the kids in the back seat....I'll have to get a video sometime soon. He also made the transition from a sitting position to lying on his belly today, and looks like he might cut a tooth soon. We'll see.

These kids (by these kids, I mean Archer and Trae) are out growing all of their clothes. Archer basically skipped 3-6 months and I'm not putting him in 12 months so he can wear it awhile. Trae has almost out grown his shoes...I can't wait until I can put crocs on everyone and be done. As it is, Trae refuses to wear anything but his Lighning McQueen boots.


~stolen from Mariah~

1. First thing you wash in the shower?Hair
2. What color is your favorite hoodie?Green
3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?chyaa....
4. Do you plan outfits? Yes. I'm obsessed with everything matching just so.
5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Annoyed with this hacking cough, other then that, great.
6. What's the closest thing to you that's red? My journal has red on it...
7. What was the last dream you remember having? I dreamt about Malt-O-Meal...and woke up hungry for it.
8. Did you meet anybody new today? The guy at the car place...
9. What are you craving right now? Sleep?
10. Do you floss? Nah. But me teeth are abnormally clean, says my dentist...
11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? The smell....I grew up in a town that has the biggest kraut factory...rotten cabbage smells awful.
12. Are you emotional? yes
13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? No idea...I'm sure I got bored way before that and quit.
14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? I lick it.
15. Do you like your hair? It'll do.
16. Do you like yourself? yes, I try to have the qualities I'd like to see in people....
17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Sure, as long as he pays.
18. What are you listening to right now? Daniel Cook at the Zoo
19. Are your parents strict? They were strict-er
20. Would you go sky diving? Absolutely not...very afraid of heights...and I'll take risks, but not that type of risk. I can't imagine what goes through the head of the person who's chute doesn't work.
21. Do you like cottage cheese? It's a love hate relationship really.
22. Have you ever met a celebrity? Not in person..I read his blog though.
23. Do you rent movies often? Not often.
24. Is there anything sparkly in the room in which you are? Of course, I have a daughter.
25. What countries have you visited? Canada, Mexico
26. Have you made a prank phone call? Yes, and one time we somehow managed to call the same combination of numbers twice, asking for Nina, and the guy threatened to call the cops because we woke him up twice.
27. Ever been on a train? Yes.
28. Brown or white eggs? White
29. Do you have a cell-phone? Yes, a RED razor with a cracked screen.
31. Do you use chapstick? I'm kind of a junkie.
32. Do you own a gun? Well I have access to guns...for any predators reading this, lots of guns.
33. Can you use chopsticks? Not really.
34. Who are you going to be with tonight? My family, hopefully sorting through my daughters dresser.
35. Are you too forgiving? No...is there such a thing?
36. Ever been in love? Still am...
37. What is your best friend doing tomorrow? Working
38. Ever have cream puffs? Yes
39. Last time you cried? It's been a few weeks.
40. What was the last question you asked? What's that kids name?
41. Favorite time of the year? Fall, but then again, I'm starting to dread winter...
42. Do you have any tattoos? No, I also afraid of needles.
43. Are you sarcastic? Who me...? Nah...
44. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? I think so...I remember it being dumb, and probably fell asleep.
45. Ever walked into a wall? I walked into a patio door...
46. Favorite color? Brown...Orange...Green....Red in that order.
47. Have you ever slapped someone? Of course, I have 3 sisters.
48. Is your hair curly? It has a little natural curl.
49. What was the last CD you bought? I don't buy CD's.
50. Do looks matter? Yes....and that's the extent of my answer I will write here.
51. Could you ever forgive a cheater? I'd forgive them...but I know the relationship couldn't work after that. (I also know in some instances, it can work....but not for me specifically :0))
52. Is your phone bill sky high? More than I'd like to pay anyway...
53. Do you like your life right now? Yes...and we are headed in an awesome direction, so I am excited for that.
54. Do you sleep with the TV on? No...I like it to be quiet.
55. Can you handle the truth? I would totally take that over being lied to. Liars really get on my nerves.
56. Do you have good vision? No, as in I can't see anything without glasses or contacts. I'd love laser surgery someday when I can get the funds...
57. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? I don't hate anyone..but there are certain people I have a string dislike for. Like fake people, for instance...and liars.
58. How often do you talk on the phone? As little as possible.
59. The last person you held hands with? Archer, he holds onto my finger when he nurses...it's adorable.
60. What are you wearing? Jeans and Jason's sweatshirt.
61. What is your favorite animal? Elephant
62. Where was your profile picture taken? Home
63. Can you hula hoop? With practice...I should go buy a hula hoop!
64. Do you have a job? I'm a mom, enough said....oh, and on top of that a photographer.
65. What was the most recent thing you bought? Gas
66. Have you ever crawled through a window? Yes.


We shot 100 rounds on Saturday...this is the damage. Also...I've been doing "farmers blows" in the shower because everything gets all loose in there...you should try it, it's fun:0)
Elliot came home from school today and exclaimed "Guess what mom and Brookelyn....me and my friend, we're rednecks!!" Then he asked if we knew what that meant...and apparently it means you do "silly stuff."


My dad was asking Brookelyn about her favorite things the other day. She had about 6, and one of them included the movie Karate Kid. She was telling him about the part where Mr. Miyagi saves Karate Kid from the bad guys, and then they dropped the conversation. After a little bit she said to him "wanna know what that guy did to the bad guys?" Of course he did....

"kicked em' in the nuts!"**

**an endearing little phrase Elliot brought home from school.


Today I am.

Last night I grabbed coffee with a friend and got groceries. I desperately needed to get out if the house as I've been cooped up here all week excluding one doctors visit on Tuesday. Trae was begging to come with, and I promised to bring him chocolate milk.

>>>>>>>>fast forward to this morning.

He did his usual run down of where everyone went and then asked for breakfast. I got him shredded wheat, and then said "guess what mommy got you...?" He sat back in his chair, trying to peer around the door of the refrigerator and waited. I held the milk up, and he got this adorable expression on his face like "my mom remembered!" and smiled just like his daddy. So my day just got better.


All that to say...we are still sick. I included pictures for those of you who detest long windy posts :0)

Trae is just exhausted from all the sickness. He came out of the shower, made it almost all the way on the chair, and sacked out. I thought blurring the photo a little would save me the lecture on embarrassment....

Archer and I this morning. Poor baby woke up from a coughing spurt that wouldn't stop. He has diarrhea from the antibiotic and every time he'd cough, more would come out. We went through 2 diapers. Then he got to coughing so hard he threw up all over me, but he still managed to sit pretty for this picture. I was awake, but my eyes closed from the brightness of the flash. He is trying so hard to be content to play, but he just needs his momma a lot right now.

He's been so exhausted that he falls asleep almost every time we get him in the shower, which we've been trying to do because it helps with the cough and wheezing. He loves the warm water down his back and relaxes. Usually he lets the water runs through his fingers or over the bottom of his feet, and then pulls them back when it starts to tickle to much.

The breathing treatment seemed to help a little with his wheezing, but it makes him so jittery and on edge that I am trying not to use it. Of course I will if he really needs it, but the doctor said if it doesn't seem to help much, we could discontinue it. I did a treatment yesterday a.m. and until about noon he couldn't sleep. I put him in his papasan chair by the kids when they were taking a shower and he looked like a lady bug on it's back...his little arms and legs were just going like crazy and he sat whimpering. I think if I'd have put him down he'd have zoomed across the floor he was so wound up. His little hands were shaking and you could tell he was miserable. I know how he feels...the times I've taken the same medication I feel like I could crawl out of my own skin.

I realized this morning that I hadn't even showered yesterday, a rarity for sure because I am very serious about my personal hygiene and would take a shower and a bath on any given day. I hopped in the shower without mentioning it to the kids because I wanted 5 minutes of peace, ya know...? Brookelyn was in in 30 seconds flat needing something or another and I asked her not to say anything to Trae because I knew I have him in the shower with me. She locked the door on her way out and he realized he couldn't get in and screamed outside the door the entire time. My leg hair is so long you could probably brush your teeth on it* but there wasn't time to shave them as I could now hear both boys screaming.

I'm dressed in actual clothes, folks! I put my sassy pants on in hopes of being able to accomplish something today. I had a huge lapse in judgement one day back before this awful sickness started and pulled everything off the shelves in my closet because I couldn't find anything to wear. I haven't gotten it sorted through because this wretched illness has kept me either with my sick babies in hand, or so utterly exhausted that I put in off another day. I have been keeping up with blogs though, as I am basically sitting in the chair rocking and bouncing and nursing...oh, and watching my babies sleep in my lap.

* I had a thought here...way back when I was in middle school there was this guy, Kurt, who always teased me and told me I was beautiful and asked me to go out with him. He was 3 years older and I assumed he wasn't serious until one day when I was asleep in the seat, I heard my sister yell "you better not...!" and I awoke to him saying he was going to kiss me. Anyway, one day he felt my legs and then said for everyone to hear "Whoa...I could brush my teeth on these things." I was mortifying and horrible and I've been an avid shaver ever since. My thought is that him saying this is maybe the root of why I hate body hair so much and try to stay fuzz free. By the way, my eyebrows are hideous because I haven't had the time to wax them, but I'm strangely at peace with that for the time being. It's not like I'm going anywhere, right?


Lisa Rinna does her squatting in line at Starbucks.

Someone was telling me yesterday, that Lisa Rinna does squats while she stands in line at Starbucks since the line is so long. She doesn't care what people think of her...

Okay, so lets just talk about squats for a second. I think most would agree that the squatting motion isn't a great look on anyone, even Lisa Rinna. Once I tried to disguise my squats as "just bouncing the baby" and my 5 year old daughter caught on right away and was all "Mom, what are you doing....?" No doubt, squats are beneficial to your bum and legs....but not to the poor souls who are subjected to watching you squat. Especially in line for their a.m. latte before they're in the mood to laugh.

Let's just hope that she always keeps a fabric barrier between her and the floor so she's not slurping up debris on her way back up.
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