I'm hormonal

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.
Or
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!
Or
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.
Or
Have you ever listened to your two oldest thank God for their baby sister? Today, my heart melted.
Or
Have you ever watched your kids when they weren't looking and listened in on their conversation(s)? Every chance.
Or
Have you ever been so hormonal and just rambled on and on in a blog and not really have a point to make? Duh.

siblings

She's suppose to be smiling in this picture, at least that was the plan. And she had started to. Until he licked her face. Why??? Because that is what he has been doing lately. Licking faces, windows, and who knows what else. I cringe at the thought. Obviously, she does too.

they love her

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.

this little four month old is now a soon to be four YEAR
old, come September. he is a little clown and only wants
to make you laugh and has the sweetest little heart.  

So sweet, the other day I made a comment on how my armpits were a little stinky. Both he and Ellie wanted to get a whiff. WHY??? She quickly agreed. Yes, mama. You stinky. He took a deep, long sniff, smiled and said sweetly, "mama. You smell good."
love. that. boy.

and this precious little being?? why, she's four months old. today.
we can not imagine our lives without her. it's like she's always been
here. in some little way, she's always existed, within each of us.


I see a little of her siblings in her. Yet, she's different. She brings calmness to our growing clan. Where Ellie can be a little dramatic and Pooh can be a little rambunctious. Evie, is relaxing. So far.

She's trying her hardest to roll over. And if you hold her dimpled little hands while she's laying down, she'll try to pull herself up to stand. She's a grunter and a snorter. A squealer and a kicker. She clutches onto your fingers tightly as you feed her her baba. She's a big time snuggler. She can not get enough hugs or kisses. And she is starting to "talk" and giggle. Like little giggles that come all the way up from her little belly. Belly giggles. She is starting to drool and suck on some of her fingers. An indication that she is teething perhaps?? She'll stare at her older sister and just give a toothless, open mouth grin. I can tell she's going to look up to her already. And when she sees her older brother, her little face lights up because she knows that he's going to try his hardest to get that belly giggle of hers. She has her daddy wrapped around her little finger, just like her sister and brother do. And her mama? I just can not get enough of this sweet, precious little angel. I too, am wrapped around that little finger. She is a mama's girl. Constantly wants to be held and loved. She's got the most beautiful eyes. She's such a happy little girl. She sleeps thru the night, occasionally waking up, wanting a bottle. Honestly, I can not believe how lucky I am to call her mine. I mean, ours.
And it's only been four months.
Today.
 Because it's after midnight.

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

                                       We had our second girl baptized

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"

                                                           The kids…

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.

                          Oh! And we've had friends over for a little fun in the sun!

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.

                       Well, that's how our summer has been going…so far.