Friday, August 17, 2012

flashback Friday

Ellie  May '07

This is the photo we used, to announce our move into our
new home, in 2007.    

Such a pretty girl, even when she's a little serious.

She absolutely HATED being put in there.

First time being outside in the rain. It was the last day
of May, so it was rather warm. She just loved it!

I just adore this series of photos. The surprise, the wonder
on her face, reaching up towards the sky, as the drops fell 
from Heaven above.

Rain, something I never gave a second thought to before,
other than try to escape from it and not get drenched.
 But to see the complete and utter joy that my precious
baby girl expressed, as she felt for the first time in
her short little life, the warm drops fall from the sky 
and land on her face.

My heart melted from her innocence on that beautiful Spring day.


Dry and cozy, after playing in the rain.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Monday, August 13, 2012

Poohisms

don't be fooled by his peaceful slumber


His name is Christopher but he is lovingly referred as Pooh or Pooh Bear. He is cuddly
just like the stuffed bear but he has Tiger's personality with the same zest for 
living. Chris says that he is his "mini me" but only half of what Chris was like as a 
child. God bless you, Grandma Karen, it's no wonder you would need 
the occasional Valium. I totally get it-NOW!! 

Poohisms:

     Pooh has a love for the stuffed animals. "Dis one name is Doggie, dis one is Bunny,
 dis one is Donkey (you get the gist) and dis one is..." Chris interrupting: "Giraffe?" 
 Pooh: "Nooo, Oscar" As he gives Chris this look for not knowing
the obvious. Silly daddy.

Chris was shopping with Pooh at Walmart. "Pooh, come on. Stop farting around, let's go"
 Pooh, turning the corner, comes waddling up to Chris. "daddy, am I a good penguin?"

At Trigs, he sees a little boy about his age. "hey wady, what his name?" he asked
the boy's (I'm thinking) grandma,"his name is Bug" (pet name?) Pooh, looking at 
me bewildered "what kind ah name is Bug?" Me: "I don't know, POOH"

For some odd reason, ANYTIME I dare to wear a skirt/dress, he has to come up from
 behind and lift the back of it. Usually it's done in public places, like McDonalds or
(today) Walmart, while we stood in line to check out. Lovely.

He had been trying to tell me a story or something, I got a little impatient, we
moms do that from time to time, "come on, Pooh. Just spit it out." He spit 
on the car floor.

One time, a friend was cuddling a tired Pooh, while the other kids swam. He 
snuggled rightinto her and then (as he caught his second wind) "I can see you boobies" 
I could have died.

It never, EVER fails, when we leave the house I always ask "do you have to 
go potty?" "NO!!" what does he have to do when I'm almost ready to check 
out? Potty and "it ah-merg-cincee"

If I don't have him in a shopping cart, he runs around the store like a hyped
 up banshee on sugar. Thank God he hasn't figured out how to get 
out of his car seat.

Tonight. He has a stuffed Puss in Boots from Shrek. One of his favorite stuffies. 
Puss had been "lost" (not really) because Pooh looks for things like how a grown 
man looks for things, kinda glimpses over the room(s) instead of how we woman 
look for things. Know what I mean? We pick things up and look beneath them 
and we find them. Anyway, tonight he found Puss. And he starts throwing him thru 
the air, at things, and shoving him in tight spaces. He shoved him in this toy golf 
catty thing and Puss gets jammed. In trying to retrieve him, Pooh gets his little arm 
stuck. He cries and I get him unstuck. But then cries. Because Puss is stuck.
 I save the day by getting Puss unstuck. To which Pooh shouts, "yay! Pussy!!" which 
Chris laughs and gives me this look. You know the look? Like he's so proud. 
Pig.

These are but a few Poohisms, there are MANY, MANY more. Honestly, 
the boy cracks us up. He's like this little wind up toy on steroids and the things 
that come out of his mouth!

But he's very lovable, has the biggest, kindest heart that is very easily crushed.
 He's just vivacious and charismatic. Totally a Tiger but mixed with a little 
Pooh Bear. Ellie would be like an Eeyore and Evie would be a Roo 
to my Kanga.

Anyway, I know that this will NOT be my last post of Poohisms. For his story has just
begun.


Friday, August 10, 2012

I about died

Sunday. Around 2:30 in the morning, a sleeping Pooh Bear in my bed woke us up because he was coughing. Our little party of five were all in the master bedroom because we had company so, their bedrooms were occupied. Anyway, I reach over to where Pooh is and can feel…some…wet chunks, to put it bluntly. Yup. Vomit. It's either puke or pee. Going on, Chris and I quickly leap into action: remove sick kid, remove the other kids, strip the bed as Chris showers Pooh, who is crying his little head off.  Finally get everybody settled back into bed and to sleep when around 4 in the morning…uh oh….I run to the bathroom and puke into the bucket I had set aside for Pooh. And as I'm hurling my little heart out ( TMI? Sorry. ) I'm thinking: but I only had a couple glasses of wine! Then I think…wait, when did I last have my…??? oh no…but no, I'm no Tori Spelling <wink, wink>.  Or perhaps FOOD POISONING! We had all eaten Pizza Haven but as far as I could tell, it was just me and Pooh to have lost our cookies eh, I mean pizza. He seemed fine upon waking up but I was near death Sunday, in a coma all day Monday, barely living on Tuesday and 95% better by Wednesday and Thursday. I feel great today, like 101% better! Not sure what it was but it was TERRIBLE. What made it more terrible? Knowing that my two older kids were basically taking care of themselves. Eating nothing but junk and watching nothing but junk as I laid barely alive in the next room. They were living it up. No one to tell them no…to anything. Then I had to will myself up to take care of the baby and honest to God, I hate to admit this but even that is a blur. Honestly, if child services had knocked on the door…know what I mean? Death, people…I was dying. As I puked up air, into a bucket of stale air. Air. And the whole time I'm thinking. No more babies. I'm done. The thought of getting sick like that EVER EVER EVER again. Done. Until I'm not done. Because I love having babies and I feel way better…now…and the kids keep asking when their other brother will be coming down from Heaven. Isn't that the cutest thing? Because we had no clue if Evie was going to be a boy or girl, we had a name picked out for both sexes and so, now they keep asking about the boy name. 
My point that I'm trying to make as I ramble is this: being sick sucks ass. It sucks big ass when you have little kids that scream "mama!?!" when you have your head in a bucket while you sit on the toilet. 

So, moving on:


this is what you get when you ask my three year old (aka Iron Man)
to pick up his room. He tried pulling the ol'  "Iron Man
don't cween"  card. Ha! Wanna make a bet, Iron Man?

even Iron Man gets a boo boo.

 This kid loves to leap off of furniture. He jumped from a chair, aiming for the deck swing, while it was swinging, causing him to miss the cushion but got full force of the metal bar. Right between the eyes. Think he'd stop? Don't you know?? NOTHING stops Iron Man!

she had her 6 year check up today


She was soooo afraid that she would be getting a shot that when ever anybody in a scrub would approach her, she
would say, "no shots please". She didn't receive any…this year.  She weighs 53 pounds and is almost 4 feet tall.
Now, I'm 4'11. Do you know how much it's going to suck having to look up to her when I ground her or lecture her
on anything in the near future?? Chris gets a good chuckle over this. Short sucks people.



Afterwards, we went to a local coffee shop where she tried on some stylish hats, ate a chocolate muffin and we had this sweet little conversation about ponies, mermaids, school and anything and everything that mattered to her today. The whole time I'm eating it up and thinking: I'm having a little outing with both of my girls. It was short and sweet because before we knew it, it was time to pick up Iron Man from his last day of  summer school. Which, by the way, he just loved. We came home, did some puzzles and just relaxed as I changed diaper after diaper…yup…thinking little Evie is coming down with whatever Pooh and I had.

 Followed by daddy coming home. We climbed into the trampoline and played a little game of Horse, Chris came up with this idea. Kids loved it. Ellie, not graceful ( poor girl, she is so much more like me every day) was the first to get Horse. Pooh, he has flexibility and can jump. I sat in the trampoline but on the side, holding Evie. Come next year, most likely, she'll be right in there bouncing and jumping with her older siblings. Afterwards, we all laid down and just looked up at the sky. And I'm thinking: Wow, I was ready to just die last week. Because people, it was like the death flu, not exaggerating. But today and tonight, I'm so thankful and grateful to be alive and have the awesome little family that I have.

flashback Friday

Ellie 2007

She LOVED  the taste of  her baby lotion. I haven't a clue as to why but you would always find her licking it off  her body where ever you had just lathered it on.

See those two bottom toofers?? Those were the first to go, when the time came. Now, she's lost a total of five!

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

up yours

You know what made my heart ache, my eyes well up with tears and made me flip off cancer (a side from the fact that I give cancer the bird on a daily basis) this past Saturday? My little man. As many of you know, and in case you didn't, Chris and I lost both of our fathers to cancer. I swear, if cancer were a person, I'd hire a hit man to take them out. 

Anyway, we had our previous neighbors come and stay overnight. They are awesome and we just love them. Our kids, because they had heard Ron and Sharon's grandkids call them Grandpa Ron and Grandma Sharon, had started calling them by those endearing names also. They didn't mind and gladly welcomed it. So when I explained that Grandpa Ron and Grandma Sharon were coming for a night, the kids were excited but then Pooh started questioning who they were. He couldn't remember, he was only two when he last saw them. Ron was the first to walk thru the door, gave each kid a great big hug and kiss, then went back out for something.

 Pooh runs into the living room, excited as can be, declaring for the whole world to hear as he placed his two little hands to his chest:

"I do hab a Grandpa!! I do! Mama! I hab a Grandpa!! I do hab a Grandpa!! I do!"

I thought about explaining it to him…that no, he's not REALLY your grandpa, he's our dear friend but to see the want and the excitement that he's not an orphen…grandfather speaking…I just couldn't. All I could muster, through the tears that were coming up to surface and almost preventing me to utter a word was…

"yup, you have Grandpa Ron"

and although, Grandpa Ron can never, ever replace Papi (who Pooh
only knew less than 2 years) or Grandpa Larry (who Pooh had never
had the chance to meet), it warms my heart to the core that my kids
 can adopt him and call him Grandpa Ron too.
FYI:
anyone tell my kids differently will be
getting a face full of fist. Got it!?!


Friday, August 3, 2012

flashback Friday

I feel so horrible that I have nothing written down from when Elena and Christopher were babies. No little milestones to read back on. No funny, amusing little stories followed by precious pictures to share with the family or whoever ends up reading this. I mean, I do have plenty of pictures that I have taken over these past six years, that are all stored on our computer. And the funny, amusing little stories to share…are all stored within my heart. So, welcome to "flashback Friday" where I will be doing nothing but posting tales and pictures of my two older kids. And if something interesting happens in the present, I'll be posting about that too. Because DUH.

Ellie

she and Evie look so much alike

as a blonde

ohhhh yeah, baby!

this is a birthday card I made for my brother inlaw

hot babe in a bathing suit



super girl

I have an EXTREMELY strong willed six year old. She's been this way since the first day of her life. She lifted her head up, when Gradpa Larry held her for the first time, looked around and then relaxed her little head on his shoulder and took a snooze. Also, if you weren't fast enough with her baba, she'd let you know by taking a few gulps first. Then stop, grumble grumble at you. Followed by another few gulps. Then, just to make sure you received her message, she'd stop mid way thru, look at you and grumble some more. At the time, we found it amusing and "isn't it adorable?"  but looking back, we had no clue what a roller coaster of an adventure she would take us on.
This year Ellie is entering kindergarten. Because she is six (she has a mid summer birthday) the school found it odd that we were requesting she be placed in kindergarten instead of in first grade. So, they had to evaluate her and then have a meeting with us to decide if she would be the oldest in her class vs. being (one of) the youngest in her class. Her summer school teacher was the one who had evaluated her. She and Ellie do not have a very good relationship. It has been very frustrating to see and hear my little girl say she hates school and is afraid of her teacher. Let me back up. Upon meeting a teacher, Ellie is the type of kid who tests her boundaries. She is also the type of kid that when nervous, scared, or embarressed, she has a hard time expressing those emotions. Instead she gets frustrated and angry. We are working with her on how to verbalize her feelings when she is feeling anything negative. Which, I feel has helped. She has matured so much this past school year. But because her teacher is strong willed herself, she has bumped heads with Ellie. Example: in trying to get my kids to try different foods, I had asked that they be given the lunch that the school provides. I also told the teacher that I had packed a lunch with what I know she will eat, in case she refused what was being served. Upon picking her up, Ellie let me know that her teacher made her eat a green bean and that she was going to miss play time because she cried and refused. Because of other past incidents with this particular teacher, I felt that she was and is signaling Ellie out,  "she gave me a look" or  "she refused to sit on the rug" have been this teacher's past complaints. Well, the Mama Bear wanted to come out and defend my child because that is not what I had asked her to do. Instead of going down and taking this gal down, I had Chris talk with her. She said she had made a "deal" with Ellie to eat a green bean. Ellie is extremely picky and has NEVER tasted a green bean (my kids are very picky eaters!) but said she would. But then upon smelling the green bean, she refused and threw it on the floor and cried. Her teacher made her pick it up, throw it in the garbage (which, I'm glad because that is unacceptable behavior) and made her try another. Ellie, gagging, took a small bite and refused to eat more. Her teacher said she reneged on the deal and would miss ten minutes of play time the next day because she needs to learn there are consequences in life. So, at this meeting, she said that Ellie, although she has a wonderful heart and is extremely bright, she is a very strong willed child (that she doesn't envy us having her as our child), she is manipulative, is at kindergarten level and is not emotionally ready for first grade. Wait, what?? I get she is strong willed because she is. I'm aware she's at kindergarten level because she's never been in kindergarten, and I know she is not emotionally ready for first grade, that is why we decided NOT to enroll her in kindergarten last year. But manipulative??  C'mon. Maybe her teacher phrased her sentence wrong. So, I'm giving her a free pass. But the comment, " I don't envy you having a strong willed child" just. chaps. my. ass. to put it bluntly. I am proud to have a strong willed child. Sure, she can be a challenge and be very stubborn at times. But at the tender age of six, she has integrity, determination, and has her own viewpoints. She has big, passionate feelings that sometimes come across as being over dramatic or strong willed. But she knows who she is and what she wants. She defends her little brother and others if she feels there is being an injustice. She is confident in her own skin. She is not shy nor afraid to speak her own mind.
Yesterday, we were having lunch at McDonalds, I swear, we do not eat there every day! Anyway, there was this eccentric looking older man, he wore a red, beat up knit skater hat, a long sleeved green t-shirt, and long black shorts.  He was sitting across from me. And he had a notebook that he was doodling in. He quickly gets up, runs out and is taking pictures of the sky. Then he whips out a harmonica and starts to play. When we had walked in and took our seats, I noticed that there were a bunch of teenage boys, who kept looking at this gentleman. They would look at him and snicker amongst themselves. When he went out, they followed him, making fun of him and laughing behind his back. It was very disturbing. I had overheard this woman comment on how these kids were making fun of this man and I thought, why isn't anybody doing something about it? Don't get me wrong, theses kids weren't being physical. They were basically little cowards because they were doing all of the making fun behind his back. What really upset me was when this man went into the restroom, this kid who must have been fifteen (and old enough to know better) made the comment to his buddies, that one of them ought to go into the bathroom and say something about his awful music, something to that effect. At that moment, I looked at this kid and said not to dare, then I gave a lecture and went and got the manager. That kid left but the others stuck around a while before finally leaving. When we left, Ellie asked why I yelled at that boy. And I explained how it's wrong to treat others badly and those boys were making fun of this man because he was different. And it would be worse to just sit there and do nothing about it. So, I had to speak up. My mom says that I was a very strong willed child. Guess Ellie is very much like her mama.

I want all of my children to be (respectably) strong willed. To always speak their mind. To never be intimidated. To know what they want, go after it and get it. To never be a victim. To stand up for others and not be afraid to say NO to strangers or cave in to peer pressure from so called friends. To be a leader vs. a follower. Right now, there's no denying that it can be frustrating raising a strong willed child who knows what she wants and has her own viewpoints in life. But it's our job to guide and teach her how to use her "super powers" for good vs. evil. Because in my eyes, she is our Super Girl and is capable of so many, many wonderful things. To break her spirit would be an injustice to the world. God bless the strong willed child and we are proud and delighted to have one..two...or three. And who knows, maybe even four, some day.
So there, Mrs. Summer School teacher. I'm glad you retired.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

instagram and a not so crappy fuji

I have a fujifilm camera. By looking at it, you would think it was one of those fancy dslr cameras…it's not. It's a step above a point and shoot. Which is alright, for now. I honestly do not have the time to read the manual to learn how to use the camera that I do own, let alone take awesome pictures like some of my friends do. But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't take one of them fancy ones, like right now. In the mean time, I will be envious of my friends <wishful long sigh>. Anyway, I took these of Evie when she turned three months. Trying to pose her (while sweating like you would not believe) like some of the pictures I've seen of babies in those cute pictures on Pinterest and blogs. And that is also the reason why I have bags under my eyes. Up too late with my little addiction(s), a little FYI confession.









Another, FYI confession: after I took these, I transferred them onto instagram. They look way better than the ones I actually took. Gotta L-O-V-E instagram. Professional looking pictures for the ones who are not professional takers of pictures. Like me : )





check up


 4 month check up
Weight: 13lbs. 4oz. / 25%
Length: 25 3/4" / 90%
Head: 16 1/8" / 50%

She smiles, laughs and squeals. Coos in response to coos. Brings her hands together in front of her chest, all demurely. She is starting to swipe and reach for objects. Brings EVERYTHING to her mouth. Holds up her head and chest. Can support herself on her little arms during tummy time, which by the way, she is not a big fan of. And she just rolled over for the first time!! Can not believe how fast these four months have flown by…and in just eighteen days, she'll be five months! 
Gulp, whah!!! and YaY!!!
                 

happiness




Do my kids know how to rock a Happy Meal hat or what!?!

I foresee this becoming a trend.