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.