ARCHIVES — November 2007
We are getting ready for our Harry Potter Birthday Party for the two oldest tomorrow. The kids are so so excited and they are so cute!
Painting castle walls
More castle walls with a secret passageway door.
She’s painting some kind of secret pink room.
The portrait to enter the Gryffindor Common Room.
Sweet baby Elliot has his second heart surgery today. Please pray for him.
This is our bathroom sink before the kids get ready for bed …
And this is the sink afterwards.
It actually looks decent compared to some nights. Recently I found a huge green smear of toothpaste the size of a hand print, left behind.
While unpacking Christmas decorations, we accidentally opened up a storage bin filled with old photographs and other memorabilia. The kids and I rummaged through the bin and pulled out on of my childhood diaries. I read them a few entries and showed them some old pictures of my elementary friends. Well, just a bit later, #3 came in to show me her diary. Here’s how she described it. (Her language it not perfectly clear, remember we are in speech therapy, but I think you can get the point of what she is trying to say)
The first time her brother heard her confuse the words Too late, he just about laughed his head off. Now that she knows he thinks it is funny, she says the word diarrhea like non stop! The past few days I have heard about a ka-gillion songs and silly phrases about diarrhea.
I got to the gym this morning at 6 am. I did my first class today – Body Pump. Whoo Lordy, it wore me out! Taking four days off from working out made it really hard to drag my booty up and out of bed this morning. I just flashed images of all my problem areas through my mind and I quickly found the strength to get going. Honestly, I am loving the gym. I like the way I feel, too. I have a lot more energy, things don’t exhaust me like they used too. The only thing I don’t like is that I am hungry all all all day long. It’s kinda tempting to eat the wrong things just to satisfy my hunger.
Anyways, we took last week off from school so we hit it hard this morning. Thankfully only a moderate amount of whining was expressed when I handed out assignments. While #1 took 2 hours to do a math lesson (off in la la land) the girls pulled out some sassy fake metallic purple nails. It took me fifteen minutes to figure out how to get those little suckers on. The glamorous nails lasted maybe 5 minutes then they all started popping off. Oh well.
So that’s our day.
No matter if it’s winter, spring, summer or fall … he hardly ever wears a shirt around the house.
It’s been a good one. I am too full and too tried to write, so here some pictures.
Us and my parents
Heather, me and my favorite female cousin Rachel (hee hee, she’s my only girl cousin)
Here’s us, my dad’s side of the family and the Whittakers (I so loved having them spend this holiday with my family!!!).
Us.
Yesterday the kids “cooked” outside almost all day. No fighting, no whining, no accidents and no bloody knees. They just worked all together on their Gross City’s Gross Restaurant. Pretending to throw up after pretending to try the soups seemed to be the preferred way to compliment the chefs.
I was supposed to get through all this crap ….
while the kids played outside ….
and made mud soup.
Plan A- Dinner cooked for two hours and came out looking like ….
and tasting like cleaning supplies. Plan B – Chick-fil-A became the meat provider for our meal.
Tonight I need to conquer this …
While he works on a new client project ….
He reads himself to sleep ….
and my babies dream peacefully the night away.
She turned 6 yesterday. 6 … 1/2 to 12 … 1/3 the way to 18. Everybody says they sure do grow up fast, and it’s true. Seems like yesterday she was a newborn, nudging her way up under my chin to snuggle and take a little snooze. Funny little story … I delivered her by c-section so our hospital stay was a bit longer than average. During our stay, she never cried one time while in our care. I remember thinking, this is amazing, she is the most content little thing in the world, oh, and we had to really push her to eat. They almost didn’t let us bring her home b/c she wasn’t a good eater and her weight was dropping too fast. Well after weighing her at the end of several feedings to insure she was getting enough breast milk, the hospital allowed us to leave. She was quiet as a mouse when we put her in the car. We took a few side streets, got on the expressway for a 40 minute ride home and the she started wailing. I kinda freaked out, thinking, I don’t know how to make her stop, she’s never done this before. I immediately felt again like I was a brand new mom starting all over again.
Well, today at 6, she still can’t get enough snuggling and we still have to push her to eat. She is my emotional sensitive child. She is humble yet confident, gentle and strong. She can be quiet as a mouse and loud enough to wake the neighbors. She is compassionate and kind. She is already boy crazy and a huge flirt. She is beautiful inside and out.
Happy Birthday my precious child. It’s a honor to be your mom.
My sweet mom surprised her with a Barbie cake.
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