Well at least my husband will be off work soon...
And tomorrow is Friday...
And a 3 day weekend...
Uugh...
6.30.2011
6.25.2011
A week in iphone pics v.3...
It's that time again, folks... I'm going to really try to focus next week and do as this was intended and document a week with pictures...try, so don't get your hopes up. Until then just some randomness(which may indicate how my brain works).
one: Kai hanging out with me unloading groceries in the Mei Tai my Mom made us (isn't she awesome!)
two: Monday morning Starbucks (eh,who am I kidding, every morning Starbucks - whose judging?)
three:A leprechaun Elijah feeling stoked about school being out.
four: Kai relaxing in the back yard.
five: Kaden grilling with Daddy.
six: Kai gets hypnotised with Baby Einstein "Wheels on the Bus" video...seriously, it's like magic.
(I realize now that Kai kinda hijacked the pics this week)
one: Kai hanging out with me unloading groceries in the Mei Tai my Mom made us (isn't she awesome!)
two: Monday morning Starbucks (eh,who am I kidding, every morning Starbucks - whose judging?)
three:
four: Kai relaxing in the back yard.
five: Kaden grilling with Daddy.
six: Kai gets hypnotised with Baby Einstein "Wheels on the Bus" video...seriously, it's like magic.
seven: Eli fell on on a slug (freak football accident) and got majorly slimed, that stuff is like rubber cement!
eight: Elijah took this picture. Kai is looking at him like... why are YOU taking pictures of us now too?!?
nine: Baked apples for baby food....YUMMY!!
(I realize now that Kai kinda hijacked the pics this week)
Linked up with A good life blog, you can hop on over there and check out a bajillion iphone pics in all their awesomeness.
6.23.2011
Gramma in a box...
We Skype with my mom on the regular. She lives in Montana so it's kinda awesome that she can spy check in on us whenever she wants.
We always joke that the babies will think their gramma lives in a box. They used to just sleep or stare out the window but they are starting to interact with her and it's pretty funny. Actually, it's most funny watching her trying to make them laugh. She has these little stuffed animals she waves in front of the camera like a puppet show or she sings "Wheels on the Bus". They are probably thinking "what's this crazy lady doing in there". They will probably jump out of their diapers when they see her in real life later this summer.
It's pretty much the best free entertainment around....
p.s. These are the most horrible shots of my mom (and me!) but who looks good on a webcam anyways?
We always joke that the babies will think their gramma lives in a box. They used to just sleep or stare out the window but they are starting to interact with her and it's pretty funny. Actually, it's most funny watching her trying to make them laugh. She has these little stuffed animals she waves in front of the camera like a puppet show or she sings "Wheels on the Bus". They are probably thinking "what's this crazy lady doing in there". They will probably jump out of their diapers when they see her in real life later this summer.
It's pretty much the best free entertainment around....
p.s. These are the most horrible shots of my mom (and me!) but who looks good on a webcam anyways?
I guess Kaden got a little bored...(actually none of us look too entertained)
6.20.2011
School's Ooouuuuuuuut!!
Even if mother nature hasn’t gotten the memo yet…it’s summer break!!
And guess who is most excited? Well the kids of course. Nope! Meeeeeeeeeeeee!
Wait, you say….doesn’t this mean that you have about a bajillion kids hanging around your house all day? (I’m a poet and didn’t even know it)
Well yes, but…
1. I work (ahem..."outside the home" as well) so I’m not around said kids all the live long day.
2. Older kids are easy peasy.
So why am I sooo freakin’ excited?
Laziness.
No more bedtime hassle
No more schedules
No more “crap, just bring down your school clothes you need for tomorrow because I didn’t get to your laundry yet”
Summer break means…
*Just throw something on the grill sometime before dark.
*oh, you only feel like taking a shower every third day? gross, but go for it!
*What? You stayed up until 2 a.m. texting and now you can't pull yourself out of bed? What-ever!
They get to be lazy, I get to be lazy…everybody wins!
All this won't get me my very own chapter in The Bad Parent Handbook (not yet anyways) because it's short lived. Isaiah has a grueling football practice schedule ahead of him and Elijah is off to Montana and will promptly be put to work in the hay field.
Sorry, no pictures...I'm too busy jumping for joy.
Man I love summer!
rollin'...
The babies are getting some serious rolls. These are ooey, gooey, squishey, doughy, i just want to squeeze them all day rolls.
Big chubby cheeks and big round bellies.
Neck rolls and knee rolls and elbow creases.
Chunky little hands and pudgey little feet.
Just look at this deliciousness....
6.19.2011
It's pronounced are-sil-ee-us
And no it's not Greek.
No he's not named after someone.
And no it has no particular meaning.
He is my husband and I'd say the daddy of all Fathers. This day may have been made just for him.
It would be easy for me to talk about how he changes diapers or cleans out the dishwasher but I want to talk about something else.
How being a father comes so naturally to him.
How it's ingrained into his very being.
It is just part of who he his.
When I met him he was a single father, and I was a single mother. No big deal. Except it IS a big deal because there are a million single mothers and only a handful of single fathers.
And know what? It was no big deal to him. That is just who he is.
And then there I was...pushing 30 and carrying baggage. You see...I had a son with no father and the weight of the world on his shoulders. He didn't jump in and start demanding things.
He just was there...there to be whoever, whatever Elijah needed. And Elijah needed a father.
And know what? It was no big deal to him. Because that is just who he is.
Now the babies are here and we have a house full of boys. I am told alot how lucky I am...lucky to have a husband who is so helpful, so involved and works so hard. And I am. But the lucky one's around here are the boys who get to have a father that teaches them by example how to become men and fathers and husbands.
The legacy that a father passes to his children is the true measure of a man.
No he's not named after someone.
And no it has no particular meaning.
He is my husband and I'd say the daddy of all Fathers. This day may have been made just for him.
It would be easy for me to talk about how he changes diapers or cleans out the dishwasher but I want to talk about something else.
How being a father comes so naturally to him.
How it's ingrained into his very being.
It is just part of who he his.
When I met him he was a single father, and I was a single mother. No big deal. Except it IS a big deal because there are a million single mothers and only a handful of single fathers.
And know what? It was no big deal to him. That is just who he is.
And then there I was...pushing 30 and carrying baggage. You see...I had a son with no father and the weight of the world on his shoulders. He didn't jump in and start demanding things.
He just was there...there to be whoever, whatever Elijah needed. And Elijah needed a father.
And know what? It was no big deal to him. Because that is just who he is.
Now the babies are here and we have a house full of boys. I am told alot how lucky I am...lucky to have a husband who is so helpful, so involved and works so hard. And I am. But the lucky one's around here are the boys who get to have a father that teaches them by example how to become men and fathers and husbands.
The legacy that a father passes to his children is the true measure of a man.
6.18.2011
Fact: It is {not} Friday {anymore}
I'm a slacker.
One of my most favoritest bloggers in the blogosphere is BECKY . Not only is she the funniest person I've ever (not) met but she has adorable twin boys just a smidgen younger than my adorable twin boys. And let's face it, when you have twins you have to find the humor in it.
So, when she came up with the idea to devote Friday's to posting about yourself I thought it was a great idea. Not just because I want her to read my blog (which I really, really do!!) but what's a "mom-blog" without the mom?!?
Aaaanywho...it was supposed to be on Friday and I'm fully aware it's Saturday and if I don't hurry up it will be Sunday, but better late than never, right? So here it goes.
I grew up in Montana.
Like legit dirt road, rural Montana. My address at one point was "rural route 1" or something like that. When I was a kid we had a party line. And not the fun kind. The kind where you share your phone with some folks 5 miles down the road and only one of you can use it at a time.
And cable? yaaaa, right! My parents STILL don't have cable.
We ordered our school clothes from the Sears catalog and picked them up like a month later in the back of the Maytag repair shop in the next town over.
My mom taught me how to drive when I was about 12 years old, on the back roads in our Plymouth Reliant station wagon.
We grew a huge garden and butchered our own chickens. I am still, to this day TERRIFIED of chickens.
Things got more "modern" as I got older but I have absolutely no knowledge of 80's pop culture, seriously none. The only movies I remember going to until I was far into my teenage years were ET and The Land Before Time. The only cassettes I had were Tiffany and Jefferson Starship and I played.them.out!
However, I wouldn't trade it for anything. You learn life lessons in the country that you can't learn anywhere else. And although I have never watched The Goonies or played Pac-Man I bet I'm the only one of my friends who has seen their dad deliver a baby cow.
p.s. I know that 98% of the people who read this already know but geesh I trying to make new friends people!
p.p.s. (or is it p.s.s??) You can check out her Fact, which happens to be a hilarious post about how hilarious she is.
One of my most favoritest bloggers in the blogosphere is BECKY . Not only is she the funniest person I've ever (not) met but she has adorable twin boys just a smidgen younger than my adorable twin boys. And let's face it, when you have twins you have to find the humor in it.
So, when she came up with the idea to devote Friday's to posting about yourself I thought it was a great idea. Not just because I want her to read my blog (which I really, really do!!) but what's a "mom-blog" without the mom?!?
Aaaanywho...it was supposed to be on Friday and I'm fully aware it's Saturday and if I don't hurry up it will be Sunday, but better late than never, right? So here it goes.
I grew up in Montana.
Like legit dirt road, rural Montana. My address at one point was "rural route 1" or something like that. When I was a kid we had a party line. And not the fun kind. The kind where you share your phone with some folks 5 miles down the road and only one of you can use it at a time.
And cable? yaaaa, right! My parents STILL don't have cable.
We ordered our school clothes from the Sears catalog and picked them up like a month later in the back of the Maytag repair shop in the next town over.
My mom taught me how to drive when I was about 12 years old, on the back roads in our Plymouth Reliant station wagon.
We grew a huge garden and butchered our own chickens. I am still, to this day TERRIFIED of chickens.
Things got more "modern" as I got older but I have absolutely no knowledge of 80's pop culture, seriously none. The only movies I remember going to until I was far into my teenage years were ET and The Land Before Time. The only cassettes I had were Tiffany and Jefferson Starship and I played.them.out!
However, I wouldn't trade it for anything. You learn life lessons in the country that you can't learn anywhere else. And although I have never watched The Goonies or played Pac-Man I bet I'm the only one of my friends who has seen their dad deliver a baby cow.
p.s. I know that 98% of the people who read this already know but geesh I trying to make new friends people!
p.p.s. (or is it p.s.s??) You can check out her Fact, which happens to be a hilarious post about how hilarious she is.
HERE!
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