They're getting so big that sometimes my heart can barely take it.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Das Not Funny! Friday: Walnuts, Glue and Federal Disaster Areas
Friday! Yes! This means Luke and I will get to spend a romantic evening catching up on the season/series premiere TV we
At any rate, we've had an exciting week to say the very least. Ashlee had to have her forehead glued shut with liquid stitches (that's a whole 'nother post), I heard baby #6's heartbeat for the second time ever and life in general was just busy, busy, busy. We managed to squeak in
Here, I'll go first and show you that it's relatively painless. I am about to tell on myself. I will only do so if you promise not to make any jokes or comments about me. At least not to my face, anyway. Ok?
Good.
I was snacking on some walnuts earlier this week and probably shoving them into my mouth much faster than is socially acceptable (Britt, I was IN the zone.)
Anyway, about an hour later I felt the baby moving. I lovingly placed my hand on my tummy only to feel that my belly button had suddenly become very much of an outie. "Huh?" I thought to myself. That's quick.
As I scanned my hand over my tummy again I thought, "Man, my belly button is awfully hard."
I raise up my shirt to inspect further and out of my belly button pops a walnut. So I did what any self-respecting pregnant woman would do. I picked it up and ate it.
Glad I live with gorillas who understand such primitive behavior.
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After the brass swallowing incident and promising myself that we would not be back at the doctor's office for a long, long while, I recanted my promise promptly on Tuesday evening. Lucas allegedly pushed Ashlee down and what resulted was a substantial sized hole in her head which required an after-hours doctors visit.
Ashlee was very brave about the whole thing and even while the doctor was gluing her forehead back together she was boldly professing, "Dis is fun! I wike dis."
Really? Because Mommy almost fainted at the sight of your blood, so let's not make it habit, mmkay?
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I see Lucas emerging from the bathroom, still pulling his pants up. Naturally, and because I'm slowing turning into a broken tape recorder (we still have a VCR, remember) I say, "Lucas did you wash your hands after you went potty?"
Lucas: "Nope. I don't need to Mom."
Me: "Yes sir, you do too. Please go wash them."
Lucas: "But Mom! I didn't touch my penis!"
Good to know. I'm sure that makes your aim so much better.
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Last Friday was just one of those days. Those days where you know that there is no chance you'll ever get dinner on the table before the children's stomachs begin eating themselves. So, we ordered pizza. After ordering a wave of nausea hit me hard enough to knock King Kong on his back (you know, if boy gorillas got pregnancy sickness and all). Anyway, as I hover over the toilet and ralph up any and all contents of my stomach, Elizabeth comes into the bathroom and stands behind me.
Elizabeth: "Um. Mom. You're really not going to be happy."
Me: Gurgle. Spit. Gag. "Okay honey. Please give me some privacy. I'll be out in a moment."
Elizabeth: Still standing behind me. "Lucas and Ashlee have done something really bad Mom. You need to come see."
Me: Gag. Spit. Heave. "Okay, just give me a few minutes, okay?"
I gather myself and follow Elizabeth into the girls' room. I see the following when I look into the girls' closet.
Now, that may not look like much, but notice how the clothes come to the top of the bottom drawer of that drawer bin in the back. That bottom drawer is at least 12 inches tall.
Me, to Lucas and Ashlee: "What in the world did you guys do?"
Lucas: "We pulded da cwose down."
Me: "Well, I can see that. Why would you do that?"
Ashlee: "Becawse. We needed to jump on dem."
Every. Single. Article. Of. Clothing. Pulled down from their previously hung-up home and strewn out of the drawers. Every shoe off of the shoe rack on the right. The only 3 pieces of clothing left are 3 dresses of Baby Girl's that they were too short to reach.
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Well, there you go. If you'd like to play along, simply write your own Das Not Funny! Friday post and link it back to here. Then, enter your info into MckLinky so we can all hop over and read your funnies.
Y'all have a good weekend. And remember, keep the romance alive. Settle in with your Honey, VCR some prime time TV and treat yourself to some Texas Pete Popcorn.
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After the brass swallowing incident and promising myself that we would not be back at the doctor's office for a long, long while, I recanted my promise promptly on Tuesday evening. Lucas allegedly pushed Ashlee down and what resulted was a substantial sized hole in her head which required an after-hours doctors visit.
Ashlee was very brave about the whole thing and even while the doctor was gluing her forehead back together she was boldly professing, "Dis is fun! I wike dis."
Really? Because Mommy almost fainted at the sight of your blood, so let's not make it habit, mmkay?
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I see Lucas emerging from the bathroom, still pulling his pants up. Naturally, and because I'm slowing turning into a broken tape recorder (we still have a VCR, remember) I say, "Lucas did you wash your hands after you went potty?"
Lucas: "Nope. I don't need to Mom."
Me: "Yes sir, you do too. Please go wash them."
Lucas: "But Mom! I didn't touch my penis!"
Good to know. I'm sure that makes your aim so much better.
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Last Friday was just one of those days. Those days where you know that there is no chance you'll ever get dinner on the table before the children's stomachs begin eating themselves. So, we ordered pizza. After ordering a wave of nausea hit me hard enough to knock King Kong on his back (you know, if boy gorillas got pregnancy sickness and all). Anyway, as I hover over the toilet and ralph up any and all contents of my stomach, Elizabeth comes into the bathroom and stands behind me.
Elizabeth: "Um. Mom. You're really not going to be happy."
Me: Gurgle. Spit. Gag. "Okay honey. Please give me some privacy. I'll be out in a moment."
Elizabeth: Still standing behind me. "Lucas and Ashlee have done something really bad Mom. You need to come see."
Me: Gag. Spit. Heave. "Okay, just give me a few minutes, okay?"
I gather myself and follow Elizabeth into the girls' room. I see the following when I look into the girls' closet.
Now, that may not look like much, but notice how the clothes come to the top of the bottom drawer of that drawer bin in the back. That bottom drawer is at least 12 inches tall.Me, to Lucas and Ashlee: "What in the world did you guys do?"
Lucas: "We pulded da cwose down."
Me: "Well, I can see that. Why would you do that?"
Ashlee: "Becawse. We needed to jump on dem."
Every. Single. Article. Of. Clothing. Pulled down from their previously hung-up home and strewn out of the drawers. Every shoe off of the shoe rack on the right. The only 3 pieces of clothing left are 3 dresses of Baby Girl's that they were too short to reach.
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Well, there you go. If you'd like to play along, simply write your own Das Not Funny! Friday post and link it back to here. Then, enter your info into MckLinky so we can all hop over and read your funnies.
Y'all have a good weekend. And remember, keep the romance alive. Settle in with your Honey, VCR some prime time TV and treat yourself to some Texas Pete Popcorn.
Monday, September 21, 2009
But Mom! Dats what gurilldas do!
Picture my two 3 year olds jumping over furniture, sitting on the tip-top of the back of the couch, flinging random toys across our basement and jumping from one stationary object to another.
Picture me saying over and over and over and over again,
"Please do not do that. It's not safe!"
"Please stop Ashlee, you're going to hurt yourself."
"Lucas, when you fall off of there and crack your head open, I'm not going to be sorry for you because I told you to get down several times already."
Finally, picture the above mentioned 3 year olds, looking at me ever-so-seriously, and replying, "But Mom! Dats what gurilldas do!"
Glad I'm raising up gorillas, not children. That explains all the poop I blog about.
Picture me saying over and over and over and over again,
"Please do not do that. It's not safe!"
"Please stop Ashlee, you're going to hurt yourself."
"Lucas, when you fall off of there and crack your head open, I'm not going to be sorry for you because I told you to get down several times already."
Finally, picture the above mentioned 3 year olds, looking at me ever-so-seriously, and replying, "But Mom! Dats what gurilldas do!"
Glad I'm raising up gorillas, not children. That explains all the poop I blog about.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Das Not Funny! Friday: Don't wook at my brass poop.
Friday again! Who's up for another round of Das Not Funny! Friday? I am!
What is Das Not Funny! Friday, you ask? Welllllll, I've always said that I want to write down the funny things that my kids are forever saying. However, I stink at journaling. Therefore, I began posting them here on Fridays. They're called Das Not Funny! because when our daughter Ashlee does something funny and we laugh at her, she usually frowns (like pictured above) and says, "Das not funny Mommy!"
She's a TAD dramatic and doesn't realize that this comment only makes her antics even funnier. I hope you'll join me and play along for this week's Das Not Funny! Friday.
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Monday did not go as scheduled this week. The physical therapist was here for Baby Girl so I sent the twins to the basement to play (Elizabeth was over at Nana's house that morning). After checking on them several times, I realized that they were quiet. Too quiet. The following is the conversation that transpired next...
"Ashlee! Lucas! What are you guys doing?"
Giggling from the basement echos up the stairs.
"GUYS! What is going on down there?"
"We's just playin' Momma," Ashlee calls.
"Um. Playing what exactly?"
"We's eatin' dees fangs."
"You're eating what?!?"
"Dose fangs in Woocas mouth."
"What things? Bring them here now!"
They both creep up the stairs.
"Lucas, what are you eating?"
"Gurwillda food," he states, logically.
"Show me please, NOW."
He opens his hand to reveal several brass shelf hangers from a shelving unit.
"Did you have those in your mouth Lucas?"
"Yep."
"Did you eat any?"
"Yep."
We spent the next 4.5 hours at various doctors offices getting x-rays and verifying that a brass shelf hanger apparently denigrates upon ingestion. Either that, or he really didn't swallow it at all.
I'll let you decide which is true.
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Last night Lucas was helping me make dinner. We open our pantry and both discover a horrible smell (thanks to some rotten potatoes). Lucas turns to me and says,
"Shoooo weeee Mommy. You poot stinks."
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Ashlee to me, from the bathroom: "Mooooooom. I'm done. Come wipe me."
I enter the bathroom and begin her requested task.
She adds, "Wipe me good Mom. But cwose your eyes. Don't wook at my poop.."
Somehow, those two things cannot be accomplished at the same time little girl.
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If you'd like to play along write your own Das Not Funny! Friday post then enter all your info into MckLinky.
Y'all have a great weekend, free from poop or brass shelf hangers or either of those two combined.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Homeschooling Woes
It's been another interesting week around here. I wish I could say something profound, or even witty, but I'm afraid my brain is on a vacation. Tomorrow we head out to Bible Study in the morning, then we have SO MUCH homeschooling to catch up on.
Here's my predicament:
We wake up, eat breakfast and have play time while I feed and diaper babies and clean up from breakfast. Then, we begin schooling. Usually, it is interrupted by poopies or snacks or boo-boos or some such common occurrence. I promise myself, and Elizabeth, that we will finish during nap time, but when nap time finally gets here I just want to SIT and do nothing in the hopes that I can recuperate from the morning and not grow increasingly nauseous. So, what we plan for nap time gets pushed to the next day.
It's a viscous cycle and one that I'm afraid I'm not doing too much to break. Any advice from you "seasoned" homeschoolers for this worn-out, nauseous, brain-dead Momma?
Come on people, I know you've got to have SOMETHING....
Here's my predicament:
We wake up, eat breakfast and have play time while I feed and diaper babies and clean up from breakfast. Then, we begin schooling. Usually, it is interrupted by poopies or snacks or boo-boos or some such common occurrence. I promise myself, and Elizabeth, that we will finish during nap time, but when nap time finally gets here I just want to SIT and do nothing in the hopes that I can recuperate from the morning and not grow increasingly nauseous. So, what we plan for nap time gets pushed to the next day.
It's a viscous cycle and one that I'm afraid I'm not doing too much to break. Any advice from you "seasoned" homeschoolers for this worn-out, nauseous, brain-dead Momma?
Come on people, I know you've got to have SOMETHING....
Monday, September 14, 2009
Oh My Wordy, Luke is 30
Last week, Luke turned 30. In keeping with the theme of 3's and 0's I thought it would be fun to list 30 reasons why I love my man so very, very much. So here they are, in no particular order...
1. He loves Jesus.
2. He scratches itchy spots my back, even when it means he has to wake up and roll over.
3. He never makes fun of me when I'm an emotional wreck and I cry over stupid TV shows and gut wrenching blogs.
4. He doesn't nag me about only shaving my legs once a week. (And once every 2 weeks in the winter.)
5. He's a good baby Daddy.
6. He knows how to make me laugh until I pee.
7. He's not afraid to drop it like it's hot.
8. He has curly, red hair and baby blue eyes. *sigh*
9. He holds my hair back when I throw up, then brings me a cold wash cloth to wipe off my face.
10. He genuinely loves our kids, as is evidenced by his willingness to wipe their butts even when they stink.
11. He tries, every night, to stay awake past 10pm so I will feel like he wants to spend time with me.
12. He gets up at night with our kids, even though he usually doesn't remember doing so the next morning.
13. He's doesn't mind that I break wind like a man.
14. He eats at the restaurant of my choice, even when it's his birthday.
15. He makes a mean grilled cheese and bologna sandwich.
16. He holds my hand in public.
17. He looks mighty fine in a tie.
18. He will get out of bed and turn on the ceiling fan because I'm hot.
19. He will get out of bed and get some water because I'm thirsty.
20. He will get out of bed and turn off the light that I left on.
21. He knows how to use and allen wrench like nobody's business.
22. He's good at filing important papers so that I can find them when I need them.
23. He doesn't get angry when I don't re-file the important papers that I needed to find.
24. He doesn't care that I don't wear make up 99.99% of the time.
25. He squeezes the zits that I cannot reach.
26. He loves me even when I'm not so lovable and I have morning breath.
27. He respects my personal pillow space.
28. He knows I'm totally not type A and loves me anyway.
29. He can shake it like a Polaroid picture.
30. He works to pay the bills so that I can stay home all day, eat bon-bons and watch my soaps.
Happy 30th Birthday Baby! I love you.
1. He loves Jesus.
2. He scratches itchy spots my back, even when it means he has to wake up and roll over.
3. He never makes fun of me when I'm an emotional wreck and I cry over stupid TV shows and gut wrenching blogs.
4. He doesn't nag me about only shaving my legs once a week. (And once every 2 weeks in the winter.)
5. He's a good baby Daddy.
6. He knows how to make me laugh until I pee.
7. He's not afraid to drop it like it's hot.
8. He has curly, red hair and baby blue eyes. *sigh*
9. He holds my hair back when I throw up, then brings me a cold wash cloth to wipe off my face.
10. He genuinely loves our kids, as is evidenced by his willingness to wipe their butts even when they stink.
11. He tries, every night, to stay awake past 10pm so I will feel like he wants to spend time with me.
12. He gets up at night with our kids, even though he usually doesn't remember doing so the next morning.
13. He's doesn't mind that I break wind like a man.
14. He eats at the restaurant of my choice, even when it's his birthday.
15. He makes a mean grilled cheese and bologna sandwich.
16. He holds my hand in public.
17. He looks mighty fine in a tie.
18. He will get out of bed and turn on the ceiling fan because I'm hot.
19. He will get out of bed and get some water because I'm thirsty.
20. He will get out of bed and turn off the light that I left on.
21. He knows how to use and allen wrench like nobody's business.
22. He's good at filing important papers so that I can find them when I need them.
23. He doesn't get angry when I don't re-file the important papers that I needed to find.
24. He doesn't care that I don't wear make up 99.99% of the time.
25. He squeezes the zits that I cannot reach.
26. He loves me even when I'm not so lovable and I have morning breath.
27. He respects my personal pillow space.
28. He knows I'm totally not type A and loves me anyway.
29. He can shake it like a Polaroid picture.
30. He works to pay the bills so that I can stay home all day, eat bon-bons and watch my soaps.
Happy 30th Birthday Baby! I love you.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Das Not Funny! Friday: Potties, Mountains and Old Men
Oh it's Friday already! Yay! Even thought Monday was a holiday, this week has gone by slowly around here. I think my body is getting re-acclimated to life at home and making up for nearly-to-none nausea during out mountain vacation. I've felt horrible this week.
However, nothing soothes my soul (if not my stomach) like a good laugh. I hope you will sit back and have a good chuckle over the funny things my kids said and/or did in this week's edition of Das Not Funny! Friday.
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Earlier last week, Ashlee was helping me cook dinner when she abruptly leaned over the kitchen sink and began gagging and spitting.
"Ashlee, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Ohhhh, my tummy wealwee hurts," she said, in a pitiful voice.
"Why does your tummy hurt?" I asked, knowing what her response would be.
"Becawse. I gots a baby in my tummy and it makes me grownin' up."
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At our mountain "cabin" (and I use the term "cabin" loosely because this place was WAY nice), 2 of the bathrooms had a bidet. At first Elizabeth thought they were "man potties" (urinals). Once she realized what they were and their purpose, it was only logical that she needed to move up the social ladder in reference to her bathroom experiences and take one for a spin.
I let Luke do the honors of helping her and stood in the doorway and observed. She was a little leery, but as soon as the washing began she began shrieking with laughter. Apparently it tickled more than it cleaned.
Now don't go thinking that our 5 year old princess is a regular bathroom snob now that she's, ahem, sat on the rim of luxury. Only hours later, she used a fallen tree as an out house. We like to think we gave her a culturally diverse bathroom experience over the long weekend.
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Ashlee on the other hand misunderstood the bidet's use. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME she went into the bathroom, she would pull down her pants and begin to climb onto the new kind of potty and claim,
"Momma, I need to poop in dat."
I'm thinking the homeowners would not appreciate that so much little girl.
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Lucas did, indeed, use the bidet as a urinal several times. He also used trees, bushes and the rail of the deck as his personal urinal. At least his standards from home life to mountain life did not change all that much.
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Ashlee finally got a chance to use the "poop potty" just before we left. She too thought it was more funny than purposeful.
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Yesterday, Luke turned 30. I plan on doing a whole 'nother post about that, but for now I will tell you that I had a delightful time on Thursday, provoking the children to call him "old man" and ask about his walker.
Lucas, taking initiative of his own, turned to Luke and asked, "Hey old mens, where is your walkin' stick?"
Hilarious. At least for another 45 days. Then I won't think 30 is quite so old.
Well, folks, that's it for this week. I hope you will play along and write your won Das Not Funny! Friday post. If you do, please enter your info into MckLinky so that we can all read the funny things your kids or husband or friend or self said and/or did this week that was funny.
Y'all have an awesome weekend.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Hands Full Overflowing
I have never denied that Luke and I have our "hands full." I may have not always wanted to admit it openly, but never have I denied it.
Still, I can't help but think...."Surely we are not the only ones, living in complete chaos, desperate to seek God's desires and yet wondering if we REALLY heard God right when He called us to this place."
After all, 6 kids ages five and under IS a little crazy. Not to mention we are trying to sell our house and homeschooling and fostering and ...well, you know, everything.
Then, today I found this blog (thanks Holly):
http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/
Now, before you click away and say..."Oh, ANOTHER blog" hear me out. This girl, this YOUNG girl, is 20 years old. She followed God's call to Uganda and is now mothering 13 children and supporting 400 more through her ministry. A ministry that God began and is consistently providing for.
Yes, Luke and I have our hands full. But as tears stream down my face after only reading 3 entries on her blog, I KNOW that having hands full of what God is given us is the ONLY place that I want to be. What if we ALL got so uncomfortable by following God's commands that everyone else thought we were crazy? What could we do for lost people then? And how would God fill up our hands so much that blessings overflow them to the point of no return.
I can't even imagine.
Still, I can't help but think...."Surely we are not the only ones, living in complete chaos, desperate to seek God's desires and yet wondering if we REALLY heard God right when He called us to this place."
After all, 6 kids ages five and under IS a little crazy. Not to mention we are trying to sell our house and homeschooling and fostering and ...well, you know, everything.
Then, today I found this blog (thanks Holly):
http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/
Now, before you click away and say..."Oh, ANOTHER blog" hear me out. This girl, this YOUNG girl, is 20 years old. She followed God's call to Uganda and is now mothering 13 children and supporting 400 more through her ministry. A ministry that God began and is consistently providing for.
Yes, Luke and I have our hands full. But as tears stream down my face after only reading 3 entries on her blog, I KNOW that having hands full of what God is given us is the ONLY place that I want to be. What if we ALL got so uncomfortable by following God's commands that everyone else thought we were crazy? What could we do for lost people then? And how would God fill up our hands so much that blessings overflow them to the point of no return.
I can't even imagine.
Bunch-O-Random
The following post you are about to read will be a bunch-o-random fun. And I use the term "fun" loosely. I figured I'd better hurry up and post before I lose the 2 readers I have left.
We had a great holiday weekend, brought on by my (step)Dad calling at 9:00am on Friday morning and asking if we'd like to go to the mountains for the long weekend, his treat.
Um? Does he know us at all? Free + vacation = Us. So, after a busy morning of going to art and morning gymnastics, then nap time where I did anything BUT prepare for a 3 day vacation, I threw the kids' clothing in bags and sent them ahead of myself, Luke and the babies with MeMe and PawPaw. Luke and I arrived later that evening, with Baby Girl and Aaron in tow. It was a great weekend, filled with hiking, creek splashing, deck dining and memory making.
Our "cabin" was nicer than our house and had a few "amenities" that I will share with you on Friday (oh yeah, peeps...it was hilarious).
The big kids loved being able to choose which room they slept in, whom they slept with and the ability to speak to the downstairs dwelling adults (that would be me, Luke and my parents) through the 2x4 boards that this cabin used as flooring. We could seriously see light between the planks. It was an awesome weekend.
In other news (because I know you're just on the edge of your seat with this post already) Baby Girl is officially crawling and is attempting to pull up on anything that will stand still for 2 minutes. She's wobbly and falls A LOT but she's learning that life with mobility is fun, fun, fun.
Aaron is getting more and more teeth andwalking running everywhere. He's independent and loves it. He spent the majority of the weekend walking around outside on the deck enjoying the freedom of the open road. Only, he didn't have full freedom and he wasn't on the road, so take that whole previous sentence with a grain of salt.
My "morning" sickness is getting better. I only manage to dry heave 3 to 5 times a day rather than the 30+ that I was before. I think I'm beginning to feel little movements (versus what I thought was movement a couple weeks ago and turned out to be gas). I've sworn off soda as I realized that it was causing me intense pain in my digestive tract. It's been hard being clean and sober from Dr. Pepper these last few weeks, but my insides are thanking me. If you're looking at buying stock in Dr. Pepper you may want to wait until after I deliver this baby. I'm sure their stock prices will soar after I consume approximately 12 two-liters per hour until I'm all caught up.
Well, that's about it. Be sure to come back on Friday because I can promise you that you will have a belly laugh or maybe a chuckle or just crack a smile, depending on how hard hearted you are.
We had a great holiday weekend, brought on by my (step)Dad calling at 9:00am on Friday morning and asking if we'd like to go to the mountains for the long weekend, his treat.
Um? Does he know us at all? Free + vacation = Us. So, after a busy morning of going to art and morning gymnastics, then nap time where I did anything BUT prepare for a 3 day vacation, I threw the kids' clothing in bags and sent them ahead of myself, Luke and the babies with MeMe and PawPaw. Luke and I arrived later that evening, with Baby Girl and Aaron in tow. It was a great weekend, filled with hiking, creek splashing, deck dining and memory making.
Our "cabin" was nicer than our house and had a few "amenities" that I will share with you on Friday (oh yeah, peeps...it was hilarious).
The big kids loved being able to choose which room they slept in, whom they slept with and the ability to speak to the downstairs dwelling adults (that would be me, Luke and my parents) through the 2x4 boards that this cabin used as flooring. We could seriously see light between the planks. It was an awesome weekend.
In other news (because I know you're just on the edge of your seat with this post already) Baby Girl is officially crawling and is attempting to pull up on anything that will stand still for 2 minutes. She's wobbly and falls A LOT but she's learning that life with mobility is fun, fun, fun.
Aaron is getting more and more teeth and
My "morning" sickness is getting better. I only manage to dry heave 3 to 5 times a day rather than the 30+ that I was before. I think I'm beginning to feel little movements (versus what I thought was movement a couple weeks ago and turned out to be gas). I've sworn off soda as I realized that it was causing me intense pain in my digestive tract. It's been hard being clean and sober from Dr. Pepper these last few weeks, but my insides are thanking me. If you're looking at buying stock in Dr. Pepper you may want to wait until after I deliver this baby. I'm sure their stock prices will soar after I consume approximately 12 two-liters per hour until I'm all caught up.
Well, that's about it. Be sure to come back on Friday because I can promise you that you will have a belly laugh or maybe a chuckle or just crack a smile, depending on how hard hearted you are.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Das Not Funny! Friday: Get the camera because this Giraffee is SO cute
Wowzers. It's Friday already? Really? Huh. You coulda fooled me. Man did this week ever fly by. However, it did not go by so fast that I forgot to capture some of our kids' funniest moments. Won't you join me in laughing
That's the purpose of Das Not Funny! Friday. I started this little blogapolooza so that I could share all the funny things my kids said and/or did during the week that made me chuckle, giggle or suppress side-splitting laughter. Maybe you'd like to see what it's all about before you play along? Okay, here goes....
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Ashlee's continued to have some trouble staying in the bed after bedtime. Earlier this week Luke and I were sitting in our room watching some TV as our bedroom door crept open. Since our bedroom light was on and Ashlee's eyes had already adjusted to her dark room. We see her head poke through the door, then quickly withdraw and one squinty eye peep in.
"What do you need, Ashlee?" I asked.
"Mommy, at da zoo, do they have baby girwaffes?" she asked.
"I'm sure they do," I responded, slightly peeved that this is what drew her out of her bedroom.
"Oh," she responded with relief, "Can I whold one?"
At least it was an important question.
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During our zoo trip the next day Lucas repeatedly said, about every animal, "Oh Momma, it's just soooooooo cute."
Sure son. Big hairy gorillas are "cute." So are chimpanzees that stick their behinds in our direction. And please, let's not forget that even rhinos are "just so cute."
I think I'm gonna start asking him to clarify when he says I look "cute."
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Lucas to Mr. Cecil, my Nana's boyfriend: "Hey Mr. Cecil. In my bedroom I was sweepin' and der was a deer. And it came into my bedroom and it ate up all my toys."
Mr. Cecil: "It did."
Lucas: "Yeah. But it was really just outside."
WHEW! Thanks for clarifying.
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Last night we celebrated my Dad's birthday over at my parents' house. Elizabeth finished eating, left the dining room, and went and grabbed a plastic Dora camcorder. She re-entered the dining room with the camera to her face and said, "Hey Birthday Boooooy!!!"
Glad she's getting a taste for the cinematography at an early age.
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There you go folks. If you'd like to play along it's super simple. Just write your own Das Not Funny! Friday post and somewhere in it link back here to my post. Then, enter your information into MckLinky so that my blog can be linked back to yours.
Super simple and a great start to the long weekend. Y'all have a great Friday and an awesomely blessed Labor Day weekend!
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