It has been over a month since my last post! OMGGGGGoodness! Why is time flying by like this!
Well, I had to come visit to tell you a funny story.
Grace and I went Christmas shopping last night. She and Haven now get a weekly allowance so we decided it was time they start to buy their own gifts for their siblings. Grace is buying for Daddy and the boys and Haven will buy for me and the girls.
So we had finished our shopping at Target (by the way, she did a brilliant job and bought each boy a perfect and thoughtful gift) and we needed to stop by Petsmart to buy some dog supplies.
As we drove down the parking lot Grace said to me "Mama, if I were an animal and had fur, what kind of animal do you think I'd be?"
I said, "I think you would be a dog (she LOVES dogs) or maybe a horse."
Stupidly, I said to Grace, "So Grace, if I were an animal and had fur, what kind of animal do you think I'd be?"
She paused for a moment and then with great certainty in her voice she said "Mama, I think you would be a cow."
What the what???? A cow??? That is not the answer I was hoping for! A red fox maybe. A gazelle. Heck, I could have even lived with a hamster.
I said, "Oh really?!? Why do you think I would be a cow???"
"Well", she said, "You're big like a cow!"
I changed the subject then. It didn't seem like the conversation was going to do anything more to improve my self-esteem. Having kids, in general, is not so good for ones self-image sometimes.
But come on! A cow???? Really?????
Thursday, November 6, 2014
As we were driving through a road construction site, Haven says to Grace:
Haven--I don't want to be a destruction worker.
Grace--Yes, they get too hot, then too cold, and they never get enough to eat
Haven--And I don't want to be a zoo keeper. I don't want to pick up elephant poop. And I don't want to be a farmer.
Grace--Yes,too many chores.
Haven--I think I just want to be a regular dad.
(You know, the regular kind, like his dad. The kind that cooks, and cleans, and takes care of 6 kids.)
They both agreed that "regular dad" was the best job option.
I think Haven is one gonna be one awesome regular dad someday!
I think Haven is one gonna be one awesome regular dad someday!
Monday, October 20, 2014
I know, I know! You're thinking, "when will Carrie ever write about anything besides birthdays???" Well, birthday season is now officially over. The next birthday won't come to our house until March! It may take me that long to recover, too!
|Kat with her new dolly, wearing her new skirt, one new boot, and her new facial hair.|
The kids had their well baby visit to the doctor today and it turns out my big boy isn't as big as he used to be. Haven is now in the 23rd percentile for height and the 58th for weight. But he is not a chubby short guy. He is one rock solid little muscle man. And oh so handsome!
Haven's faves right now are the color green, radio control cars, his orange blanket, and of course, big sister Grace.
Katriel is my big little mama. She is in the 97th percentile in height and the 95th in weight. This is the same track she had been on since before we brought her home. Our doctor also said she is extremely articulate for her age. Which didn't surprise us. After all, she never stops talking, singing, and mimicking every word her big brothers and sisters say. She is getting plenty of practice.
Kat's faves include the color pink, baby dolls, Hello Kitty (go figure!) and cuddling with Mama and Daddy!
It was a sweet birthday weekend for my kiddos. Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Cathy came for a 3 day weekend visit. Which meant there were a quadrillion more presents, more noise, more chaos. And more fun!
|My little boy is getting so grown up. He is now ready to slay dragons.......|
|......or the criminal underworld. Shaft!|
It also meant that Brian and I got a date out without kids. We ate Indian food and went to Ikea. Not every one's idea of romance, but Brian knows the way to my heart--spicy food and furniture shopping :)
|So obviously my favorite gift of the day was the bag of mustaches.|
|You can't help but laugh at them.|
|Unfortunately, wearing a fake mustache makes me look like I also have a fake nose!|
In this season of birthdays we have also had a season of sick kids and parents. In the days leading up to the relatives visiting we had 2 vomiting kids, Since they left, another puker, and a case of strep throat. Holy moly, I am hoping that sick season will be over soon, too.
So I promise, I have more in the works in the next few weeks. We have another camping trip planned (always great blog material) and we are renovating our garage into a playroom/sensory input room. I'm very excited to share that with you.
The OFA Holiday Auction is coming up soon so I'll be dropping a hint or two about that (anyone have anything cool to donate? Hint, hint, hint) And if we can ever get everyone well enough, I'm sure we'll leave the house eventually and have some more adventures.
Until then, I think I am going to bed!
Monday, October 6, 2014
I am not a big holiday person. I am pretty indifferent to most holidays, except for Christmas, which makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. I am even pretty lukewarm about my own birthday. It's just another day.
Like today. Which happened to be my 46th birthday.
It started out like any other day. I had gotten too little sleep because I had too many visitors to my bed last night (a bout of insomnia struck the boys room). And I woke up a little late because some cutie pie had adjusted the setting on my alarm clock, again.
I ate my breakfast in the car and rushed to get to work on time.
I was greeted there by my first hint that this was not just another day. My stage manager (basically a theatre teachers right hand man, or right hand girl in this case) brought me a lovely bouquet of roses. Roses! Teenage girls can really surprise and delight you sometimes with their thoughtfulness.
A sweet boy in my first period class told me that I looked great for 26. I think he might be gunning for a bigger part in our next play.
My funniest student brought me a Crunch bar. Loved that!
Throughout the day my students showered me with lots of birthday wishes. And mostly they seemed surprised at how nonchalant I was about the whole thing. But its just another day.
Or it was until I got home.
And then I got the best birthday present ever. I walked in the door and my kids all shouted "Surprise"! They were each wearing an adorable homemade party hat that they had decorated themselves. They led me into the kitchen where they had hung a "Happy Birthday Mom" banner across the room. On the table were two cakes: a Tiramisu and a cheesecake. No boring sheet cakes in this kitchen. We lit some candles and ate cake at 4 in the afternoon. Grace and Haven made me cards and the Littles smothered me with kisses (and cake).
A few minutes later Brian dropped like a fly, with a stomach bug. So I spent the rest of the evening corralling kids and doing laundry, with a brief stop at the McDonald's drive through. Mama doesn't cook on her birthday or pretty much any other day :)
The house is quiet now, except for the tapping of my key board. Ahhhhh, it's my birthday. I might just need to fix myself a drink and toast to myself.
Now, as I have a moment to reflect on it, I guess when you're the mama to six extraordinary babies, teacher to dozens of big-hearted students, and married to the greatest guy in the world, no day really is just another day.
They are all pretty amazing.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Cue the Angel Chorus!!!!
I wasn't sure it was going to happen. I'm sure most parents feel the same way. When you're knee deep in the doo, it seems like it will never end.
And when your boys are quickly approaching the age of 4 and they still haven't figured it out, you start to panic.
But all of a sudden it just started to click! For all 4 for my littles.
JoJo was the first to figure it out. He's a clever little peanut!
Then Louise! I think for Louise, it was all about style. She knew that all the hip 3 year old's were wearing princess underpants and she did not want to a get a reputation as someone who is behind the fashion curve. She does change her clothes at least 3 times a day!
Next was Manny. He was our toughest. He totally got potty training. He knew where the pee was supposed to go. But Manny also tends to have one big giant meltdown per day. And when the meltdown comes it includes tears, sweat, screams, and...pee. There is nothing like a great big wet your pants meltdown to cause Mama and Daddy's blood pressure to rise. But over the summer Manny has grown up a bit. The meltdowns are way less frequent and so are the accidents. And my blood pressure it down :)
Finally, Katriel. She still is just 2 years old, but apparently she didn't want to be left in the dust. And she certainly didn't want to miss out on the princess panties.
I feel that I can make this very important official announcement about the state of our potty trained-ness because it's not just during the day. We are pull-up free during naps and bedtime, too. WHOOOOHOOO!
And low and behold, they did figure it out!
Unfortunately, this means that I don't really have any more babies in the house. At least not any human babies. And that makes me a little bit sad.
Now if only we could get our 4 legged babies to figure it out, too :(