After 6 weeks without.
This is what I'll be enjoying.
TGIF.
tesy
1 year ago
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Reading.
He does it now.
This was taken three weeks ago. His teacher has now moved him up a step in his books. I can't keep up with his progression.
Also, enjoy His Royal Pirateness digging for gold...
I took four clips of him reading, and not a single one of them escaped without it!
Maybe I'll try again tonight.
This was taken three weeks ago. His teacher has now moved him up a step in his books. I can't keep up with his progression.
Also, enjoy His Royal Pirateness digging for gold...
I took four clips of him reading, and not a single one of them escaped without it!
Maybe I'll try again tonight.
Vomitus Uploadus.
Don't worry. I'm not actually going to talk about vomit. That much...
I just uploaded about a million bajillion pictures from my phone into the computer and am now going to abso-frickin-lutely make your day by posting them.
(Well, actually - I'm doing it so the next time the Blog-2-print groupon rolls around it's in there and I can make my books.)
I didn't post yesterday because I spent the night before last up with el nino. No, not the weather pattern. Sorry Mr. Gore.
[Sidenote - worst last name, ever. Unless you're a producer of horror movies.]
Baby H seemed to be recovering from RSV, but as the pediatrician warned - it's come back. So, he's all phlegmy [phlegmy is a better last name than gore. IMO] and has had difficulty sleeping/eating/living anywhere that isn't in my arms. It's awesome, you know why? Because he's still the easiest of my three babies. No joke.
Anyway, I scored a little more sleep last night and am back to bidnezz.
Here are the pics:
Starting waaaaay back. Hopefully there are no repeats from previous posts...
I just uploaded about a million bajillion pictures from my phone into the computer and am now going to abso-frickin-lutely make your day by posting them.
(Well, actually - I'm doing it so the next time the Blog-2-print groupon rolls around it's in there and I can make my books.)
I didn't post yesterday because I spent the night before last up with el nino. No, not the weather pattern. Sorry Mr. Gore.
[Sidenote - worst last name, ever. Unless you're a producer of horror movies.]
Baby H seemed to be recovering from RSV, but as the pediatrician warned - it's come back. So, he's all phlegmy [phlegmy is a better last name than gore. IMO] and has had difficulty sleeping/eating/living anywhere that isn't in my arms. It's awesome, you know why? Because he's still the easiest of my three babies. No joke.
Anyway, I scored a little more sleep last night and am back to bidnezz.
Here are the pics:
Starting waaaaay back. Hopefully there are no repeats from previous posts...
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| Yes. They are that cool. |
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| I truly hate how I look in this picture. Giganticus pregnantus, tired, and bleh. But, I loved this moment with Kenny. He was so desperate to cuddle, that once he found a spot he konked out. |
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| Flirting. I couldn't resist, and had to flirt back. |
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| Yes, I did get a "talk to the hands" moment. Such a diva (divo?)! |
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| "Optimus Prime is doing a high kick! He's totally in karate!" |
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| Contender for weirdest 'emo' shot ever... |
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| We don't need to get a real bulldog - we already have one! |
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| Go Beavers. Notice the jammy pants in the background? |
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| He's pretty intent on thwarting the pasi - and is more and more intent on his thumb. Gah! |
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| Size 3t pj's. Roll up the cuffs - and they're a perfect fit everywhere else. Cuhrazay. |
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| Tummy time... |
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| We have lived in this house for 1.5 years. We are just putting pictures on the wall. My mom and I figure it's like the carpenter whose house is never finished... |
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| Cutest trend in our house - The boys wearing mommy/daddy's t-shirts to bed. |
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| When three year olds pack their lunch: Protien? Check. Fruit? Double check. Drink? Check 1 lb of animal crackers? Check. |
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| Kenny and friend Brody moving a leaf pile from one spot to another - five feet away. Ahh, to be three again. |
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| The laundry supervisory management position has been filled. |
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| Bubbles bubbles bubbles. My Bubbles! |
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| Right before bed: Kenny: "you must read me all these books before you can go upstairs!" |
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| Some moments make me go "Awww" Like this one. Story time. With all four boys. |
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| Kenny and I built a "wicked awesome hospital. Where polar bears have 4 hands to shoot the guns better!" Also, elephants drive the ambulances. |
Monday, February 7, 2011
Buckle Your Seatbelts!
I know I've been all whiny "I don't get sleep", "I'm tired", "sleeeeep - om nom nom nom". Eventually my brain will adjust to no sleep, and you'll all start paying attention to the awesome, wise, insightful things I say here on this blog.
Or not...
Alright. Some gems. All of it pure randomness. All of it, hopefully, entertaining.
*Last week, while picking up the B-rox, I forgot to buckle Kenny's seatbelt on the way home.
This is the FIRST time that's ever happened. And I cried over my irresponsibility. I know how it happened and it will never happen again. Please don't call CPS on me.
I decided to tell Hubband about it and the conversation went like this:
Me: I made a pretty big boo-boo today.
Hubband: Oh yeah? What?
Me: Kenny - what did Mommy forget to do today?
Kenny: Uhmmmmmmm.... Poke me.
*screeeeeeech*
Me: What? I forgot to poke you?
Kenny: Yes.
Me: Ooook... well what else did I forget to do?
Kenny: Oh yeah, you forgot to buckle my seatbelt!
Poke him??? Poke him? He said that like I make it a daily habit to poke him! WTH?
*The boys are pretty interested in boobs. I figured it was inevitable, because I knew they'd be watching me nurse Baby H. Boobs and poop. Pretty "male" things to think about. At least, from what I understand of men. Which, after living with so many - for so long, is actually pretty limited.
The other day at breakfast:
Kenny: Momm, Momm! MOOMM!
Me: Yes?
Kenny: When I was a girl, I had BIG boobs!
Hooookay. I actually had to concentrate on catching my breath after that. So random, so funny, and said so earnestly. Love that little boy.
*B-rox calls Baby H "Mr. Wigglebottom". His reasoning? H wiggles his bottom while he's getting his diaper changed.
Kieran still calls him "toy".
Both of them are currently working through some jealousy issues with him. The other day Baby H was napping in his swing *oh, so peacefully*, when I hear some maniacal giggling.
I look over and see the boys standing on either side of the swing with their pointer fingers out. As the swing made it's arc, each finger was just close enough to poke him in the face.
*It's now bath time. Which, I hate. Unless it's my bath time. Which I love.
Or not...
Alright. Some gems. All of it pure randomness. All of it, hopefully, entertaining.
*Last week, while picking up the B-rox, I forgot to buckle Kenny's seatbelt on the way home.
This is the FIRST time that's ever happened. And I cried over my irresponsibility. I know how it happened and it will never happen again. Please don't call CPS on me.
I decided to tell Hubband about it and the conversation went like this:
Me: I made a pretty big boo-boo today.
Hubband: Oh yeah? What?
Me: Kenny - what did Mommy forget to do today?
Kenny: Uhmmmmmmm.... Poke me.
*screeeeeeech*
Me: What? I forgot to poke you?
Kenny: Yes.
Me: Ooook... well what else did I forget to do?
Kenny: Oh yeah, you forgot to buckle my seatbelt!
Poke him??? Poke him? He said that like I make it a daily habit to poke him! WTH?
*The boys are pretty interested in boobs. I figured it was inevitable, because I knew they'd be watching me nurse Baby H. Boobs and poop. Pretty "male" things to think about. At least, from what I understand of men. Which, after living with so many - for so long, is actually pretty limited.
The other day at breakfast:
Kenny: Momm, Momm! MOOMM!
Me: Yes?
Kenny: When I was a girl, I had BIG boobs!
Hooookay. I actually had to concentrate on catching my breath after that. So random, so funny, and said so earnestly. Love that little boy.
*B-rox calls Baby H "Mr. Wigglebottom". His reasoning? H wiggles his bottom while he's getting his diaper changed.
Kieran still calls him "toy".
Both of them are currently working through some jealousy issues with him. The other day Baby H was napping in his swing *oh, so peacefully*, when I hear some maniacal giggling.
I look over and see the boys standing on either side of the swing with their pointer fingers out. As the swing made it's arc, each finger was just close enough to poke him in the face.
*It's now bath time. Which, I hate. Unless it's my bath time. Which I love.
Germans, The Superbowl, and a Little Catch.
Some random thoughts. I truly can't put a real blog post together on so little sleep. So, until Baby H gets his stuff together, you have to deal with what it's really like inside my head.
*Holden cries in German. No, seriously. "Nein, Nein, Nein!" is what we hear if we don't attend to his needs right away. And by "we" I mean me. And by "his needs" I mean pop a boob in his face.
His accent is pretty impeccable... One of these days here very soon, I'll capture it on video. It's funny stuff.
*Last night was the superbowl. Making an appearance was a beaver. He saved a man's life.
Proving, Beavers rule.
It was, by far, my favorite add of the night.
Also making the list of awesome commercials:
This creepster.
This Cutie.
And this parody.
(Which, if you don't already know, is taken from this oldie)
*Yesterday we went to Costco. My favorite purchase? Snapware. I officially feel about 40. Seriously, snapware?
Well, that and the buffalo chicken meatballs, that we turned into dinner last night. It took a lot of will power to not eat more for breakfast. It's a darn good thing granola and yogurt is so durn tasty.
*After weeks of a "Glee" drought, an episode was set to air post-super bowl.
I watched it this morning. It was, in my opinion, one of the best yet.
*Something infected all three of my children yesterday. Something like, the "28 Days Later" virus. They were insane. We put them to bed at 6 o'clock. 6pm. 1800 hours. Seriously early, folks. I just couldn't take it anymore. Even the baby was insane! SOOO fussy. I'd make a Hitler joke, but it seems a little out of line...
*I live in pajama/yoga pants whenever I'm at home. Seriously, what is the point of wearing your jeans all day - when you can sit around in pj or yoga pants? Is this weird?
*I started running again. It's harder to be consistent with it right now than I assumed, as at 5am I've usually been up for half an hour nursing. Not just sliding down beneath the sheets for another hour takes a monster amount of willpower. Which is really hard to have on no sleep.
However, my first run back wasn't half bad 2.5 miles in 27 minutes. If I can keep this up, and improve - my goal of a sub 2hr half should be pretty easy.
*Mark and I tackled the filing system Saturday night. It took us from Saturday evening to late Sunday afternoon to get it all sorted. I found about 30 old cards I'll be sending off to St. Judes Ranch.
I also believe I'll be buying most of the cards I send out from them. Look into it - if you've ever wondered what to do with all the cards you receive throughout the year. It's a pretty easy way to be charitable.
*Oh, and be prepared for many posts this week. I've got quite a bit to catch up on. Mostly random. Stuff no one really cares about. But, I really like to hear myself blog.
Hear myself blog.
Yes, I really did just say that.
Naptime much?
*Holden cries in German. No, seriously. "Nein, Nein, Nein!" is what we hear if we don't attend to his needs right away. And by "we" I mean me. And by "his needs" I mean pop a boob in his face.
His accent is pretty impeccable... One of these days here very soon, I'll capture it on video. It's funny stuff.
*Last night was the superbowl. Making an appearance was a beaver. He saved a man's life.
Proving, Beavers rule.
It was, by far, my favorite add of the night.
Also making the list of awesome commercials:
This creepster.
This Cutie.
And this parody.
(Which, if you don't already know, is taken from this oldie)
*Yesterday we went to Costco. My favorite purchase? Snapware. I officially feel about 40. Seriously, snapware?
Well, that and the buffalo chicken meatballs, that we turned into dinner last night. It took a lot of will power to not eat more for breakfast. It's a darn good thing granola and yogurt is so durn tasty.
*After weeks of a "Glee" drought, an episode was set to air post-super bowl.
I watched it this morning. It was, in my opinion, one of the best yet.
*Something infected all three of my children yesterday. Something like, the "28 Days Later" virus. They were insane. We put them to bed at 6 o'clock. 6pm. 1800 hours. Seriously early, folks. I just couldn't take it anymore. Even the baby was insane! SOOO fussy. I'd make a Hitler joke, but it seems a little out of line...
*I live in pajama/yoga pants whenever I'm at home. Seriously, what is the point of wearing your jeans all day - when you can sit around in pj or yoga pants? Is this weird?
*I started running again. It's harder to be consistent with it right now than I assumed, as at 5am I've usually been up for half an hour nursing. Not just sliding down beneath the sheets for another hour takes a monster amount of willpower. Which is really hard to have on no sleep.
However, my first run back wasn't half bad 2.5 miles in 27 minutes. If I can keep this up, and improve - my goal of a sub 2hr half should be pretty easy.
*Mark and I tackled the filing system Saturday night. It took us from Saturday evening to late Sunday afternoon to get it all sorted. I found about 30 old cards I'll be sending off to St. Judes Ranch.
I also believe I'll be buying most of the cards I send out from them. Look into it - if you've ever wondered what to do with all the cards you receive throughout the year. It's a pretty easy way to be charitable.
*Oh, and be prepared for many posts this week. I've got quite a bit to catch up on. Mostly random. Stuff no one really cares about. But, I really like to hear myself blog.
Hear myself blog.
Yes, I really did just say that.
Naptime much?
Monday, January 31, 2011
Day 1 of the Rest of My Life.
Today is my first day without any help, where I have to leave the house and do things.
I had Hubband home for 21 days and my mom here for 26 days.
Today I feel lonely, without an adult to talk to. I've also been nauseated with heartburn at the thought of doing all this with three kids, by myself.
Zore doesn't care for the car. Well, he doesn't care for the car unless we're doing at least 50 mph.
Call him Keanu... and me Dennis Hopper. Or something like that.
On top of just generally being an infant - he has a cold. Like RSV cold. Like keep taking him to the doctors to make sure he's not going to die kind of cold. So yeah, that's awesome.
Anyway, as this is the first day of the rest of my life (Hey, I'm up and doing *things* on five hours of interrupted sleep. I can be cliche.) I thought I'd make a short list of the plans or things I'm thinking about for my life in the coming year.
[This is not a resolutions list, and yes my "plans" list is a month late. Whatev.]
1. Get back into shape.
This, I fear, is not going to be an easy endeavor. Tomorrow I should be cleared for takeoff, and even 2 miles seems daunting.
2. Run 2 races.
I'm hoping to run the Rock 'n' Roll half in VA Beach, and hit a sub 2hr. I'd also like to run the Marine Corps Full in Nov. Yeah, I'd just like to finish. No time goal for my first full.
3. Get rich.
Ok, so that's not really it. But - I am hoping to sell more photo sessions this year. Every little bit helps, right? Also... get a new camera. I'm pretty much desperate.
4. School?
My goal, for what seems like forever, has been to go to nursing school. Progeny 3, has pushed that back a few years. It's made me profoundly sad.
I can't explain my feelings on not having finished school because of babies, adequately. Just know that it's pretty much always hanging over my head and a major self-confidence killer.
I know what I'm doing at home is uber important - and I'm extremely blessed to be able to stay at home at just be with my kids. (I even think this at 4pm - when all I want my kids to do is HUSH!)
For the last month, I've been toying with the idea of schooling that I can do at home - that will give me a quasi-career in something I'm passionate about. (Nursing school is still on the agenda, but I'm impatient - and want something NOW.) I'm currently looking into becoming a certified personal trainer. I'd like to specialize in weight loss/nutrition and injury recovery (including pre and postnatal women).
It's still in the "formulation" phase, but it's a way for me to feel like less of schlepp until being IN school will be a bit easier on the family.
5. Paint my bathroom.
The only room in my house that I haven't painted. Coincidentally, the only room that I get full control over. The only "girly" room. Ok, maybe not so coincidentally...
6. Build a teleport.
The plan for this year was to visit La Homestead in June for lil' bro's high school graduation - and then again at Christmas.
Some other plans have come to light and it's looking like we may have to travel in May. Making travel in June too costly and difficult. So I'll only be able to visit LaHomestead in Christmas. Because my mom said that's when she'd rather have us.
Missing lil' bro's grad is pretty killer. So, if I get on it now - I might be able to have a working prototype by June - and voila! Graduation in June, here I come.
7. Sleep through the night.
Baby H is a grand ol' sleeper. He goes down at about 10pm - sleeps until two. Feeds and goes back to sleep. IN HIS CRADLE!!!! Then is up again at about 5:30. Pretty decent schedule, if you ask me.
But, by the end of the year - I expect him to sleep through the night. By expect, I'm hoping, wishing and praying he will...
8. Buy shoes.
'Nuff said.
I had Hubband home for 21 days and my mom here for 26 days.
Today I feel lonely, without an adult to talk to. I've also been nauseated with heartburn at the thought of doing all this with three kids, by myself.
Zore doesn't care for the car. Well, he doesn't care for the car unless we're doing at least 50 mph.
Call him Keanu... and me Dennis Hopper. Or something like that.
On top of just generally being an infant - he has a cold. Like RSV cold. Like keep taking him to the doctors to make sure he's not going to die kind of cold. So yeah, that's awesome.
Anyway, as this is the first day of the rest of my life (Hey, I'm up and doing *things* on five hours of interrupted sleep. I can be cliche.) I thought I'd make a short list of the plans or things I'm thinking about for my life in the coming year.
[This is not a resolutions list, and yes my "plans" list is a month late. Whatev.]
1. Get back into shape.
This, I fear, is not going to be an easy endeavor. Tomorrow I should be cleared for takeoff, and even 2 miles seems daunting.
2. Run 2 races.
I'm hoping to run the Rock 'n' Roll half in VA Beach, and hit a sub 2hr. I'd also like to run the Marine Corps Full in Nov. Yeah, I'd just like to finish. No time goal for my first full.
3. Get rich.
Ok, so that's not really it. But - I am hoping to sell more photo sessions this year. Every little bit helps, right? Also... get a new camera. I'm pretty much desperate.
4. School?
My goal, for what seems like forever, has been to go to nursing school. Progeny 3, has pushed that back a few years. It's made me profoundly sad.
I can't explain my feelings on not having finished school because of babies, adequately. Just know that it's pretty much always hanging over my head and a major self-confidence killer.
I know what I'm doing at home is uber important - and I'm extremely blessed to be able to stay at home at just be with my kids. (I even think this at 4pm - when all I want my kids to do is HUSH!)
For the last month, I've been toying with the idea of schooling that I can do at home - that will give me a quasi-career in something I'm passionate about. (Nursing school is still on the agenda, but I'm impatient - and want something NOW.) I'm currently looking into becoming a certified personal trainer. I'd like to specialize in weight loss/nutrition and injury recovery (including pre and postnatal women).
It's still in the "formulation" phase, but it's a way for me to feel like less of schlepp until being IN school will be a bit easier on the family.
5. Paint my bathroom.
The only room in my house that I haven't painted. Coincidentally, the only room that I get full control over. The only "girly" room. Ok, maybe not so coincidentally...
6. Build a teleport.
The plan for this year was to visit La Homestead in June for lil' bro's high school graduation - and then again at Christmas.
Some other plans have come to light and it's looking like we may have to travel in May. Making travel in June too costly and difficult. So I'll only be able to visit LaHomestead in Christmas. Because my mom said that's when she'd rather have us.
Missing lil' bro's grad is pretty killer. So, if I get on it now - I might be able to have a working prototype by June - and voila! Graduation in June, here I come.
7. Sleep through the night.
Baby H is a grand ol' sleeper. He goes down at about 10pm - sleeps until two. Feeds and goes back to sleep. IN HIS CRADLE!!!! Then is up again at about 5:30. Pretty decent schedule, if you ask me.
But, by the end of the year - I expect him to sleep through the night. By expect, I'm hoping, wishing and praying he will...
8. Buy shoes.
'Nuff said.
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| Just a little "growth update" pic. His appt. on Friday had him at 11lbs 12oz (fully clothed, diaper on) and 22 inches long. It's a "whompin" big baby! |
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Mi Madre.
I'm putting together this post while my mom is still here.
Because in about two hours I'm going to look something like this:
I've opted not to make the drive to the airport. I might not make it back, because I'm not sure how long I'm going to cry this evening.
It's been fun, mom. 3,000 miles has never felt so big...
Because in about two hours I'm going to look something like this:
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| It's called an "Ugly cry" for a reason. |
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| I'm going to miss you SO much. |
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| I'm pretending it's not weird to sit on your mom's lap when you are: a. 25 years old and b. Weigh more than your mom |
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| Yes, she will make this her profile picture. |
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| 70's sitcom poster. Grammy and Friends...? |
It's been fun, mom. 3,000 miles has never felt so big...
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