I was at the park today, by how many families that were there, there must have been a family reunion going on. I saw my little girl wanting to play with a group of girls that were probably related. And as I watched her go up, introduce herself, and ask if she could play with them...I was holding my breath, feeling my heart in my throat, and saying a silent prayer to the powers that be that these little girls (who could crush her little spirit in seconds) would " please, please be nice to her and let her play with you". One of the girls said "sure! We're playing Secret Agent!" My little girl turns to me, with the biggest smile on her face, shouts out to her proud mama "mama! They said yes! We're playing Secret Agent!!" which, by the way, is one of her favorite pretend games. I almost cried, thinking how brave she was to ask to be included. I'm so proud of her. And I got to thinking if any other mamas ever felt, thought, or experienced the same things?
Have you ever not showered until way later than you planned? Like, say...3PM? Yikes.
Or
Have you ever forgotten that you had a kid in a time out? Only to be reminded when they ask if their time out was finished....like ten minutes past the usual length? Oops.
Or
Have you ever quietly unwrapped a mini Hershey bar and quickly shove it in your mouth because you don't want to share with your kids? Kinda hard to split three ways.
Or
Have you ever felt so much pride in watching your three year old, as he yells, "Mama, watch dis!" lift his little arms in the air, palm to palm, bend his knees, and dive off the edge of the dock? Framing that memory away in my heart.
Or
Have you ever been so excited to hear your six year old recount her flying off the raft when tubing followed by, "but that's why I wear a life jacket". Going to wrap her in bubble wrap.
Or
Have you ever wish to fight your kids' battles when another kid picks on them. Or says they're not their friend, causing your child to cry? Somebody hold me back.
Or
Have you ever been in a room and not answered to the first "Mama!?!" when one of your kids were searching for you? Please say I'm not the only one.
Or
Have you ever had an experience with a mean mom? Or just wish to fit in with other mamas? I thought being a grown up was guaranteed to be easy.
Or
Have you ever explained to your innocent little babies the danger of strangers? Mine, are never moving out.
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Have you ever had one or both of your kids accuse you of having another baby in your tummy. When you already have a four month old? Maybe they can move out now? Kidding!!
Or
Have you ever received open mouth kisses from a baby? Theeee best kind of kisses, if you ask me!
Or
Have you ever felt like you are somebody's whole world when you look into their (4 month old) eyes? Best feeling ever!
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Have you ever looked at the little lives you helped create and care for, while they slept and think how can you not believe in God, love, and be totally amazed? Every night.
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Have you ever listened to your two oldest thank God for their baby sister? Today, my heart melted.
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Have you ever watched your kids when they weren't looking and listened in on their conversation(s)? Every chance.
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Have you ever been so hormonal and just rambled on and on in a blog and not really have a point to make? Duh.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
siblings
Thursday, July 19, 2012
4 months
Today we cleaned. I gave the orders and the kids "cleaned". And by that, I mean they STALLED. I do not understand how a SIX year old and a three year old can turn a room upside down. Like in a matter of minutes. So, today…I had... had it. We were going to tackle the three year old's bedroom. Ellie was a huge little helper. Adding her little comments on what a pit Pooh's room was. HELLO POT. Yeah, we'll be doing her room next. Anyway, I'm starting to get a little annoyed by the lack of assistance the owner of the room was giving. As in doing not a darn thing. So I raised my voice and gave a threat, "I'm going to put every toy that is left on this floor in that big tote and haul it to the pole building!" I walk out of the bedroom to grab something from their bathroom and as I walk back into his room, I overhear Pooh speaking quietly to Ellie, "I know what's wrong with Mama" To which I interrupt, "what Pooh? What's wrong with mama?" "notin, mama" "no Pooh, I wanna know? What do you think is wrong with me?" Wanna know what that little turd said?? "Ahhh, you getting fat. <at this moment, not thrilled to admit this but I thought of some naughty words> no, ahhh, you shorts getting big? You not a fat mama." Then. He had the nerve. To smile. "Not a fat mama" I should rename my blog. One more time.
THEN I gave the kids a bath. As I'm rinsing Ellie's hair, she gets soap in her eyes and grabs the shower curtain to wipe. As she grabs, she pulls, just as I'm bent over…. the frickin' curtain rod gives and falls, nailing me on the head. To which, I scream. Because it frickin' hurt. Hurt feelings. Hurt head. Chris came up and took over. I ate a s'more.
AND THEN, it is a routine that all three of our babies crash and burn in our bed before Chris takes Pooh to his bed. As he's carrying a sleeping Pooh bear up to his quarters, Chris realizes that Pooh is wet. Yup. Pee'd in my bed. Again. This is the second time this week he has done this. So, quickly change the sheets. And although I sound very irritated, I'm not. I was, when each incident happened. Because I'm only human. I did make it a point not to blow up at them. Because he's three and she's six. Does he even know what fat means? He quickly pointed out how my shorts are big. They ARE looser. They really are. And I think she was more scared that I was disappointed in her because she yanked on that curtain, after I had just asker her not to do that, than me being hurt. Accidents happen. Nothing that some Ibuprofen and an ice pack won't cure. And the pee'd bed sheets? Again, as Pooh stated the other morning, "assadents happen". Wash the sheets, lady and be thankful for what you have, said the little voice within.
And I am. Thankful. Everyday, I am reminded on how lucky I am. I have a home. I have a wonderful husband. We are in love. Even after 12 years of marriage, we're still going strong. I have 3 beautiful, wonderful, healthy, and hilarious children, who make my life worth living and worth bragging blogging about.
hard to believe that this little four month old is now a big six year old. with big feelings. a diva attitude to match. and all she wants is your approval. |
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
So far...
we, and by we, I mean Chris, put in the dock, pressure washed both boats, and installed a lake slide for the kids |
Larson's beach |
Shrubs!! |
went on several boat rides |
thumbs up, dude! We hosted a Fourth of July party |
Scrumptious but sorry, NOT on the menu |
Our first girl lost her two front teeth |
Where they messed up the order of her name |
Pooh dunking a doughnut hole in some OJ, spilling it all over the front of his shorts |
fan drying him off |
Introducing our Evolet |
Family and sponsors Grandma Karen, Auntie Laura, cousin Alex, Tita, Uncle Andy, cousin Emily holding Evie, Ellie and Pooh |
Melt my heart, why don't ya? |
Auntie Laura made it really pretty for her God daughter |
The following day, while I drove my mom back to Illinois,Auntie Laura took the kids into town, where they got to run thru the "sprinklers" |
it took them a while to get in |
not really sure if he should dunk himself |
but clearly, he did |
Last year, she wouldn't step one foot in the lake, icky craw fish. But now, she's handled fish, frogs…and other icky things. |
My little adventurer |
a pirate ship!! really, a rip off. That thing ended up losing air. |
But while it had it, the kids enjoyed it. |
Me and my frightened looking girl. |
Daddy, having fun and cooling off. |
See, he'd run up…shoot him with water... |
daddy would pick him up... |
and toss him in. |
Big splash. |
Zoom in and you'll see that he clearly LOVED this! |
Honestly, this kid just CRACKS me up! |
Insisted on going down the slide in this get up. |
Even Evie seemed to enjoy a dip, in da nude! |
That is until her big brother decided to do a cannon ball and splash her in the face. |
But big sister came over to console her. |
Drying off. |
Some whispy curls. |
Those lips are very kissable! |
They are also enjoying our little beach. |
I can't recall what he was explaining to me. I only know that he still looks like a little boy here. |
Three little fishies |
One swam away. Then there were two…. |
Slide. Huge hit. |
Wyatt |
Pooh and his buddy Logan, ganging up on Wyatt |
He loves having his friends over. |
For some reason, I am having a flash forward moment… I can see them all as teenagers. Wait…wha??? |
Pooh and Caleb |
She loves the slide. |
One night we lit some sparklers. Or SPRINKLERS, as Pooh referred to them. |
Fire on a stick. |
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