Glimpses from my life of late;

During ”Quiet time” the two children upstairs are crying (loudly) in their beds, the two downstairs are fighting over Legos or the race track or…I can’t keep track. The fighting went on all day(all week really) and the crying of the stubborn two year old lasted for 1.5 hours.

“Put the lid down and WASH your hands!”

After I insisted that Go Go butter his own toast because I was taking care of other children, I stepped in a glob of butter half a cup in size and got a nice ride across the floor.

Go Go is hysterically crying and yelling at Mr. President all because he won’t let him tell him what kind of lettuce he has on his sandwich.  All while Blue Jeans sings a really loud song. Cacophony comes to mind.  Much of my life does.

“Put the lid down and WASH your hands!”

I walked into the office to find my iron in pieces on the floor having been knocked off the ironing board by a child the day before.  Right as I notice the iron I step in the water that spilled out of it when it broke.  The one bright spot… at least I wasn’t wearing socks at the time.

Went to the park to meet a new friend.  Mr. President spent half the time arguing and bossing the other kids including the 11 year old.  Go Go spent half the time falling off of the toys and crying.  Imagine the sound of nails on a chalkboard.  That’s the affect his crying has on me. 

“FLUSH THE TOILET! Then, put the lid down and WASH your hands!”

And the piesta resistance;
Today I got to clean up a big fat jar of jam that fell from 5 feet up onto a cement floor and shattered into a million tiny pieces right next to, and therefore all over, the rugs where the boys play- which happened to be covered with LEGOS at the time.  Picture if you can jam covered shards of glass all over the rug all over tiny LEGOS.  I’d be willing to pay someone a LOT of money to avoid cleaning a mess like that ever again in my entire life. 

Yeah, I bet you’re jealous.

Ladybug has been learning to smile this week.

And I know you’re all thinking that she’s only smiling because she’s getting to wear a color other than pink….  That’s NOT it. 

And some funnies that happened this week:

I was looking at a book with Blue Jeans and we saw a picture of the Statue of Liberty.  I asked him what it was and he said, “Statue of Libety, no, statue of Libby!”  I should have known that for Blue Jeans, the real Lady Liberty will always be a statue of his little sister.

Last night on the way home from dinner, Mr. President and Go Go were fighting in the back seat.  Go Go suddenly called out in a perfect whiny tattletale voice, “Moom, Reagan is calling me a tattletale!”

Ok, really, I promise my blog is not becoming a fashion show for Ladybug, but I had to post this one. This is the dress I bought for her the day I found out we were having a girl. (See here: Today I Bought a Pink Dress ) Finally, at 5 weeks old she fits into it! Happy day!

This dress has lots of ruffles underneath and I had yet another new experience today-changing a dirty diaper with ruffles and frills in the way. Ugghh! I almost found myself wishing for the ease of pants and a shirt….almost.

Blue Jeans attempt to dress himself.

Miss Chub, weighing in at a shocking 9 lbs. 11 oz, got to take her first real bath today because her umbilical cord finally decided to fall off.  Gotta love those fat cheeks.

I know, this is a silly thing to write a blog post about, but you have to understand, I’ve never put a dress on anyone but myself before!!!!  So putting a dress on Ladybug last Sunday was a totally new experience.  Newborns and dresses are… comical.   They can’t stand up so you can’t get the full effect of the dress.  And then they are often wrapped in a blanket or buckled into a carrier so you can’t even see the adorableness.  I have to say it seemed like a lot of work (it’s never easy to dress a newborn) for not a lot of show.  But hey, I got some great pictures, right?  Here are the results.
 

 

I wanted to share some of these fun pictures but don’t really have a rhyme or reason to them… Just fun.

 
Family “Togetherness” in the modern age

Reading with Grandma

Lego Patriotism

In a Tight Spot

An impromptu Family Portrait

 
Mama and her girl

For Grandma W                                         A Bear Bottom

 
Fuzzhead the 2nd

WARNING: I warned you in my last post about over exposure to pink, but this one is truly dangerous.  So beware!

One of my favorite parts of having a baby is the quilt that Rock’s mom makes.  Here is Ladybug’s.  I LOVE it! 

And just because I can’t resist taking pictures of her… here’s some from this afternoon’s photo shoot.  She’s still in onesies because that’s all that fits her!  But we reached 8 lbs this week!
 
 


  


We love our Ladybug!

Today, July 26th, is our 9th Wedding Anniversary. This date is hard for me to remember sometimes because there always seems to be something going on the 26th that has nothing to do with our anniversary. Sometimes it’s family reunions, twice now it’s been a new baby. We’re often celebrating birthdays or traveling on this day. And I’m not really good with remembering numbers-that’s Rock’s forte. But I remembered today as I was looking at our wedding picture on the wall in our bedroom. It’s been a while since I’ve really looked at it. My waist is thicker than it was then. His hairline is thinner than it was then. We’re less good looking then we used to be I suppose. But I can say after nine years that I am truly happy in my marriage. And I’ve learned through talking with friends that I have the world’s best husband. He is a man who does far more for me than is the norm and he deserves some recognition. His ego is already quite large, but I will risk making it bigger just this once to tell him why I love him more now than on the day this picture was taken.

Dear Rock, I love you because….
You still, after 9 years take me on a date every weekend.
And many of them are very creative dates.
You do the dishes right after dinner even though I’m the crazy one who wants them done then.
You change dirty diapers-sometimes two a day on weekends.
You bring me flowers, still.
You do the Costco shopping every Saturday when my pregnancies make it hard on my back.
You listen to me when I need to talk, even when you’d rather be sleeping.
You run the house the first three months and the last 3 weeks of every pregnancy.
Then you run the house some more after each baby comes.
You clean the toilets.
You send me to the Seven Senses Spa at least twice a year.
You watch the boys for entire days and sometimes whole weekends to give me a break and time to recharge myself.
You take the beds and cribs apart and move them and put them back together again every time I come up with a “better” way of sleeping the kids.
You IM me from work.
You let me pick Italian food 75% of the time when we go out to eat.
You watch one more episode with me when I want to keep going even when you’re tired.
You mop the floor before company comes-just because I’d like it done.
You love me unconditionally.
You make fresh guacamole every Sunday for dinner.
You tell me I’m beautiful.
You are patient with my worrying.
You fix my computer problems and are patient with me when I want to throw it across the room.
You hold my hand.
You still like and appreciate my cooking even though you get fancy catered meals at work.
You’re planning a wonderful 10th anniversary get away to the beach a year in advance and even though you hate the beach.
You are patient and levelheaded when I’m not.
You love me in all senses of the word. Thank you for making the last 9 years so happy for me. Thank you for sharing the hardships of parenting and adulthood and life in general and making them easier for me to bear. You are the best of men and I love you.

Happy Anniversary.

WARNING: The following blog post may be hazardous for those who become nauseated  from exposure to large amounts of pink.

Ladybug’s first week at home.  

First day home- Mr. Pres gave her a treasured teddy to sleep with. 

Couple more Big Brother pics from the first day home.

  
 


Ladybug’s fan club
 

I have one of these for Go Go and Blue Jeans too, so I had to get one with Ladybug.

 
 

Her favorite place-in my Moby wrap.

So far she’s a great sleeper and eater.  A very calm, peaceful baby.   I think we’ll keep her.