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Unfair


2010
02.27

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Do you ever find yourself taking pictures of one kid more than the others? 

oops

Whoops.

It’s just that the others haven’t been very photogenic lately.

Our new pet worm.

And then when they are, this happens:

yummy, and not just the ice cream.

Not fair.

Man, I hate that.

So, on to the cute one.

all the better to lick it with, my dear.

Yes, the ordering of sherbet the same color as his shirt was intentional.  It was a good idea.

blue

Man, I love those eyes.  And I love how when you ask him to smile, he does this with those beautiful eyes:

"smile" means this, right?

We went to the Treehouse on Mr.Blue-Eye’s birthday (which actually happened the day after the party) — He had a good time, but I still think the “birthday” concept was a bit beyond him.  Here is is crafting with Daddy (serious business) just before he noticed I was taking pictures.

crafting

And here they are smiling for the camera.

making popscicle puppet dealies.

See?  Isn’t it adorable?

Not so adorable was how I found him the other day. 
Eagle, in the bathroom, with the hair gel.

lovely

Okay, so maybe he is adorable, even when covered in blue hair gel.  Sigh.  Kids.  I tell  ya.  I thought, Oh dear – Grab the camera - Get a good laugh out of it - This will make a great blog post.  Yes, I actually think things like that.

uh-uh.

But then, no.  I draw the line at using hair gel as body lotion.  The end.

Ah, yes.  Note the lack of pants.  We’re in the very beginnings of potty-training, since he’s interested – and that’s why he was in the bathroom unattended for about 10 seconds.  Mm-hm.  Why was he left?  Well, dinner was cooking in the Foreman, and what with the screaming baby, the whiny big kids, and the “I potty!” toddler, it would have been burnt to a crisp… except that –huzzah!– the Powers That Be blew the circuit to said Foreman while I was in there with E.  Crisis averted!  SWEET! 

As we say in our house, “BB!”  (Bishopric Blessings)

Back to the toddler covered in blue goo.  Nothing like that to really set a meal off nicely.  Protein, carbs, veggies, blue goo.

busted

So it was into the tub…

...yeah...

… with socks on.  Whoops.

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Just Happy


2010
02.04

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Are you ready for some fun?

I just can't stand how great this is!

I just can’t stand how great this is!

My personal favorite photos from 2009.

(Yeah, prob’ly would’ve been a little better set some time in early January, but I just now thought of it.)

These two of Doodle are perhaps not my favorite pictures, but this is definitely one of my very favorite moments from last year.  Hardly into this and I already contradicted myself.  Oh well.

Doodle, in all his pick-my-own-outfit, 3yo sweetness, spontaneously heeding my command with a cheery,

Yes!  My Majesty!

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Melt my heart, kid.  I love it.
And speaking of love, I loved this hat on  Freedom, just in time for Halloween/Fall.  We all know that he was the cutest, charmingest (it’s a word if I say it is) baby ever, so I can get away with a funny picture here.  2009 was a funny year, after all.
Pumpkin Head

Pumpkin Head

By now I shouldn’t have to tell you who made the hat, should I?  And who should totally have an Etsy account?

Right.  You guys are so smart.  Mom, you are so cool.

Drumroll, please!

Ladies and gentlemen (if there are in fact any guy bloggers out there -doting husband aside),
Allow me to proudly present,

The Very Best Picture of All Pictures Ever Taken in 20o9…..

What?!

I really don't think words are necessary.

It’s convenient that this picture doesn’t need a caption, because it leaves me rather speechless.  Yes, of all the sweet, cute, “awww”-moment pictures taken last year, this one tops them.  It is truly 2009 in a photo.  Why?

I hate been pregnant.

It aught to be a four-letter word.  That’s how I feel every time I write or type it, you know.  The “I’m not really allowed to say this word but I guess I’ll say it anyway” sort of feeling.  <chuckle>  It’s really great when I tell you how it really is and say that (close your ears, sensitive ones) ”Pregnancy, for me, is hell.”  <guilty chuckle>
(gasp!  Did she really say that?!)
Oh yes, my friend, I did.  It really is that fun for me.  I feel totally justified using that descriptor, and I might even add that it’s hell for my Sweetie, too, but he’s the Bishop and he doesn’t use that sort of language.
<insert more chuckling>

And given that I was preggy for the great majority of 2009…. Yeah.
This picture is perfect.

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Yes, babies are TOTALLY worth going through hell and back for.  Ikes!  That’s thrice in one post! Yes, I whole-heartedly and most sincerely will go on record stating that I wouldn’t change the close placement of our children for anything. (You should see them play together, you really should.)  Heck, I’d go through it all again and more to get them here in our family where they belong.

So, given all that, maybe some day I’ll gain a “little” extra patience, a “little” extra tolerance or long-suffering or something that will enable me to not visable twitch when I think that 7-letter P word.

Maybe one of these pregnancies <twitch> I’ll be able to get through it with a “little” extra something that will keep me from being incapacitated emotionally – which, as you know, makes mothering a “little” bit difficult.
(There.  I said it.  Did you notice?  No, we’re not “done,” thank you very much for not asking…)

But for now, we just won’t talk about it.

(Seriously.  Don’t bring it up.  My eyes will get all squinty at you and you don’t want that.  It’s the closest I get to a glare and it isn’t pretty.)

You can all breathe a sigh of relief and come back to this blog with great pleasure, knowing I’m completely done now bemoaning the difficulties of getting the amazing-and-totally-worth-it Mr. Freedom here.  Yep.  All done.  Got it all out, and life can move on.

Yay!

PS:  As a side-note, now you know why my kids are as cute as they are.  I mean, everybody knows that the more miserable the pregnancy <twitch>, the cuter the kid, right?
Right.



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2010
02.01

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A post of randomness. Exactly what I’m in the mood for.  Mmmm….

[brace yourself]

So I’m really glad I broke my back worked a little bit all week long two or three days last week getting the house spotless cleaner than it has been in a while so we could host the 5th Sunday Youth Fireside at our home yesterday.

Not that the Bishop’s house is ever really in need of cleaning, of course, because it just always stays clean.  Kind of like heaven.  The kids drop their stuff and POOF!  it just flies to its designated place.  Unless it doesn’t have one.  And then it incinerates, which is a feature I had built in last year when he got this calling.  I like it.  Highly recommend it.

Enough dreaming.  I digress.

Fireside. Here. House clean.er.

Good old Doodle to the rescue.  He was up half the night with various problems, 1/2 of which start with “b” and end with “arf.”  Poor little guy – he’s so cute, though.  Really, he is.  How can someone be cute while puking?  When the say, with their cute little growing-out-of-the-inability-to-say-R’s accent, and in deepest sincerity,

"I'm glad I made it to the toilet.  I didn't thwow up on the floy."

Awww… See?  I’m going to miss that cute widdle impediment, and it’s almost gone now.  Sigh.

And the way he says “Cindewella” and “Sistoy” — melt my heart.

What was I saying?

Oh yes.  Fireside. Here. House clean.er.  Child sick.  Fireside moved.  Sigh of relief… yay.

Mixed feelings, actually.
I was only pretending not to care about folks seeing our house less than spotless.  I mean, I don’t reeeeally care, but my subconscious hasn’t quite decided to go along with it.  But we haven’t ever had a churchy function here and it’s probably time.  Ah, well.  There’s always the next 5th Sunday.  Let’s check.

May 30th.  No good.  That’s our anniversary weekend.  7 messy magical years.

Oct. 31.  Sweet.  Then the cobwebs all over our porch ceiling can look like they’re there on purpose.

Does it not thrill you to read “they’re” and “there” and “their” spelled correctly?  Thanks, Mom.  You help me bring joy to wordophiles everywhere.

Punchline? I don’t know that there is one.  This is a post of randomness, remember?  I’m glad the yucky stomach bug was confined to just Doodle, and I’m glad it was over some time around noon that day.  Whew!

And by the way, in case you were wondering, I am SO DONE with sickies this winter.  I swear we’ve been sick more often than well during the last 3 months, and I hardly ever swear.  It’s not nice, you know.

But I am glad that the baby has made off the best of all of us.  He had one sad lethargic-baby day, and a runny nose, but no scary coughing, which is wonderful.  I hate it when little ones get scary coughs.

But speaking of mixed feelings,
I also had them about the celebrity-doppelgangers sweeping through Facebookland.  I mean, really.  Aren’t we all happy with who we are?

And then I figured out that on some weird level, it was like dressing up for Halloween.  Fun, silly, pointless.  So here’s mine.

For those of you who missed it on facebook
(For those of you who missed it on facebook.)

Pollyanna herself, all grown up.   And now that she’s grown up, she’s thinking,

Hmm.  So it turns out that sometimes life does indeed really stink.  What a bummer. 
But then, when else is one going to clean one's laundry room?

The end.

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I Started It.


2010
01.29

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Because watercolor on paper is not nearly as fun.

Because watercolor on paper is not nearly as fun...

Faces are much better.

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Grumpy = Productive


2010
01.27

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It’s true.  I have grumpy days.

When I’m pregnant, I have 266 of them all in a row.
(It’s so fun.  Really.)

One would think that, to be fair, my family would then get 266 days in a row of me being not grumpy…
and then you’d be wrong.

This week I’ve had a whole 2 days of grumpy.  Sweetie gets home and says, “Wow, what happened, Dear?” and the only reply is…

“NOTHING,” followed by some melodious growling.
Don’t you wish you were married to me?

Anyway!  Wonderful news.  I got over it.  Past it.  Whatever you want to call it.
Side note: I love prayer.  It’s so great.

And now we have a much more put together laundry room because of those 2 faaaabulous days.  When I’m crabby I usually blame it on a messy house, and put all my energy into some big organizing project that I’ve been putting off because it’s unpleasant, thinking it’ll make me feel better to get it over with.  I also figure if I’m already grumpy, I might as well be doing something that would otherwise make me grumpy.  Right?  Infallible logic.

I didn’t take a before picture, but here’s a photo of part of the mess dealt with – which, by viewing, you agree not to call social services on me.  I promise it won’t look like this for much longer:

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And here’s a photo of the dresser that used to be in there.  Yes, I had help moving it.  His name was Doodle and he’s 4 years old.

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Funny, how it looked totally junky and out of place in there with the white freezer & washer/dryer, but in the same room as the lovely brown baby grand, it looks… well, just a little bit junky and much more at home.

And there’s the glorious dresser, so happy with its move from my parents garage.  It’s still classy, still beautiful, in great shape, and HUGE step up from what we’d been tolerating.  (roller-track drawers!  Can I hear a woot-woot?!)

The mis-matchy boxes on the right will be swapped out to match the ones on the left. Someday. Prob'ly soon. Ish.

The mis-matchy boxes on the right will be swapped out to match the ones on the left. Someday. Prob'ly soon. Ish.

I can’t wait (can’t wait can’t wait!) to get Cinderella’s room all finished (my old furniture still moving in there) so I can post a picture here and show the world that we do have one room rather put together in this busy, crazy home.  Well, two.  The front room is -or more accurately, can be- quite lovely.
(And John wondered why I so wanted to put out some serious $$ for nice dressers earlier this year!  See?  20 years from now we could furnish our children’s homes!  The investment lives on!  Oh wait.  I need to be showing more gratitude that John picked it up from my folkses and hauled it inside for me.  You can forget those last few sentences, Dear.  I’m pretty sure they just read, “I sure love my studly husband!”)

Thanks, Mom&Dad, for letting me take all the old furniture Lou and I loved so much growing up.  It makes me smmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiile!
(Neener, neener, Little Sister.  Don’t you wish you were old and had a million children under 6 and a need for a huge lot of furniture to house the mountains of clothing that are in constant and perpetual need of laundering every single stinkin’ day of the year?  I know.  I’m such a big meany.  It’s amazing you turned out so well, with me picking on you like this…  )

SunshineLooks miserable, doesn’t she?


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Smarter Than I Am


2010
01.14

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My kids, that is. Sometimes, that is.

Once upon a month ago…

they found a box of glass jars. Empty, clean, most of them with lids, waiting for canning season to come back again.

Well, okay. They’re waiting for me to find someone else who wants them, because really, we don’t can. No sense hanging on to these dumb jars when I won’t be using them. It’s time to stop pretending I need these.

Anyway, back to my story.

They found said jars, maybe 10 or so, and when I found the little sneaks, I thought to myself,

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"Great. Another creative project."

If I had $1,000,000 dollars for every time I thought that in 2009, I could hire a nanny, a laundress, a maid, a cook,  and move us all to some castle in Europe.

They filled those jars up with water and had them set up all over C’s room. (?!) 

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They could see the “?!?!?!?!” coming, and quickly reassured me,
“Don’t worry, Mom. We put their lids on.”

Oh, good. I feel so much better now.

(Actually, I did.)

I won’t tell you

 how long I let those jars stay up there, but it might possibly be that I finally evicted them, cough-cough, today when we rearranged her room.

Just a small sample

"Alrighty! It's time to take these all downstairs.
It really wasn't a very good idea in the first place."

Okay, so I didn’t say it quite that nicely.  I may have even used the word “stupid” for the very first time ever when talking with my children.  Yes, I felt guilty.  No, I won’t do it again.  This is my blog, however, and I reserve the right to artistic license when it comes to quoting myself.

Doodle looked at me patiently and said,

"But Mom, those are wishes!"
"Wishes?"
"Yes. We put a quoyter in, and made a wish!"

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Right.
I get it now.

And actually, that’s kind of a cool idea, don’t you think?

That's a lot of wishes.

That's a lot of wishes.

 

What would you wish for?