All worth it

November 18, 2008

Okay, so I may be sleep deprived, it’s true.

And that gets annoying from time to time… and sometimes, it seems like all the time.

But man, am I one lucky (read: blessed) person, to be the mother of such cute kids, and to get to spend time with them all day like I do.  (Thankfully, I am also blessed with a helpful and understanding husband, who steps in when I don’t feel quite as “lucky” about the set up.)

Today was one of those good days for me, and a gorgeous, sunny fall day (nice and warm too!  yay!)… which was great timing because…

It was Doodle’s 3rd Birthday!  YAY!!!!!!!!!

This many fingers
This many fingers

Or as he says it,
“I’m ThWEE!!!!”

I was going to upload *just* pictures from his birthday… but… well, there are too many in this folder too cute to pass up.  First, bday pictures, than the other adventures from earlier this month.

While the files load, I shall explain a few things; when they’re done loading, I’ll be done jabbering.  Maybe.

 Doodle wanted a BOYS ONLY party this year.  I think it stemmed from Cinderella getting to go to a few “girls only” events (like Ruth’s baby shower – fun!).  The poor little guy gets bossed around morning ‘til night – I can’t blame him at all for wanting his own “piwate pahyty with no goyls.”  That included me and sister, and my mom & grandma… “Only BOYS.”  So John took half the day off to man the party, with help from my dad, his dad, and my brother A. 

And by the way, I can’t believe I didn’t get any pictures of the extended family that came today.  (BUMMER!!!!  Man, I hate when I do that.  The regret lives on forever.) 

Since I didn’t, I shall have to write down the scenes I should’ve snapped.

I can see it all quite clearly in my mind now — Dad (aka “Opa”) with his pirate bandana and patch, Uncle A with bandana and hook, and tiny dog “Akera” perched on his shoulder, under the pavillion, waiting for us to get there… John’s and my dad talking up a storm sitting on top of the picnic benches, sticking tape on the backs of the “flags” for the “stick the flag on the ship” game… Lots of things.  Cousin Adam (also 3 now) with chocolate frosting all over his face…  Little Noah, wearing his pirate vest, eating ice cream in his sad, sleepy, just-up-from-a-nap stupor…  His baby brother Daniel (Eagle’s age) wearing a pirate bandana, too… My sweet sisters-in-law who were able to make it here with kids in tow, one of whom is moving to California this week but drove 40 minutes to get here anyway… Grandma Lee getting her birthday-boy-hug… Cinderella and her 6 year old cousin Audrey, (both “not invited” but joining in for cake and ice cream anyway) playing together and dealing with severe can’t-be-the-center-of-attention issues.  (They are SOOOO much alike, it’s funny.)  Grams (mom’s mom) holding Eagle when he woke up (Eagle LOVES her — it’s so cute.)… Zannie (my mom) taking her turn, too, when Grams’ arms were done, and that satisfied look on her face, seeing her “creativity gene” obviously carrying through in its own way into my little family…

It was a wonderful, beautiful, busy time, and I loved every minute.

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Not exaggerating

November 16, 2008

See?  It’s 3am, and since I finished that last post around midnight, I’ve been up with the little screamer at least 3 times.  He has a built in radar that tells him when I’m on the bridge between sleep and awake — the state you only remember if something pulls you out of it.  I HATE it when he starts screaming right then.  And he does, almost every single night, regardless of when I get to bed.

So I fed him at 12:15, fell asleep in the process (duh), and had to deal with him screaming at me 3 other times between then and now.

That’s not even an hour straight.

And this is typical.

Less typical that it makes me angry enough that I deal with whatever issues I can figure out in my tired stuppor (hungry? no.  wet?  I change his screaming, wiggly little self.  burp?  not that I can get out)… and am still SO angry I just have to leave him screaming bloody murder and go cool off (quite literally – it’s cold out here).

And I think, again, I need (seriously, need) to do some sleep training with this almost-9-month-old baby.  But at the moment I can’t remember anything I did with the other two, and I haven’t made it to the library in weeks now to find any of the great recommendations from my friends.

Anyone care to recap the __basic__ get-your-baby-to-sleep-through-the-night plan from any reliable source (including just your experience)?  Be kind and use small words, short sentences.  This is rediculous and must stop.  Thank Heavens the older two are usually making it through the night now that they’re in the same room.

Hm.  I wonder if John saved the day for the poor kid.  He doesn’t usually calm down on his own.  At any rate, he’s done acting like someone is sticking him with a hot poker.

I shall again try to go and get some sleep.

This does not bode well for my getting through church w/o loosing sanity.  Wish me luck.


Blond moment.

November 16, 2008

Oops.  Another one.  I think this makes about 10 this week.

We spent the whole afternoon/evening with John’s bro’s family.  It’s been so long since we’ve done that, their three year old was noticably taller than when last we saw him.  Sheesh.  AND — they’re moving to CA this upcoming week, which is quite a big deal for them and all those who will love & miss ’em.   (Allow me to mention here that I am beyond-thankful for their generosity in parting with lots and lots of amazing kids’ clothes they don’t need any more.  And other stuff, too.  You guys rock!!!!!)  Our kids all had a blast playing together today – and they did great about not picking fights with each other this time.  Yay! Dress ups, play food, running around outside, etc…

And did I bring my camera to capture the last play session in their lovely home here in UT that has been the place for so many great family gatherings?

NO!  ACKK!!!!!!!!!!  REPLAY!  REPLAY!!!!

Fortunately we’ll be seeing them again tomorrow (at a different sibling’s home), so I shall attempt to rectify the situation.  Don’t you hate it later when you don’t have any tangible, look-back-on-it pictures to help you document something important?  It’s often those things which don’t seem like such a big deal at the time, that are the biggest deal when they’re gone.  Sigh.

Like I said.  Get-together tomorrow.  Will take pictures, even if I feel stupid about it because no one on that side takes pictures unless there’s a birthday cake involved.  And even if my brother in law who HATES cameras and photos in general is there.  (Found that one out the hard way.  I still remember the death-glare I got when I, as a newly-married in-law, snapped a super-cute picture of him and his wife hugging and laughing together at a Christmas get-together.  OOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!)  (Fortunately, he forgave me, and he’s actually one of my favorite people.)  (But no wonder I’m a little slow to (a) remember to bring a camera if he’s going to be there, (b) take said camera out of its bag, and (c) get brave enough to use it.  LOL!)

And then I will (a) download and (b) post said pictures.

Hm…. Not like anyone other than family reading this is even going to care.  Good point, Anita. 

Yes!  Eagle is finally asleep!  Good grief, that kid has major sleep issues.  (groan.)  Most kids don’t sleep through the night until they’re the age at which he *stopped* doing the 7-8hr stretch.  I don’t mean to be ungrateful.  It was awesome to sleep through the night with a newborn to 3 or 4 month old baby.  Still.  I would appreciate if he’d remember those sleeping skills and let me sleep more than an hour or two straight.  It’s all about the consecutive hours for me.  I’d rather have 5 straight than 10 interrupted….

Whew!  Look at me ramble.  As noted, he is asleep, and I shall stop jabbering into my fingers.

G’NIGHT BLOG WORLD!


Funny Moments

November 13, 2008

So on a day when I was supposed to be at a studio 20 minutes away, at 9am, with at least one of the three kids looking presentable…

I got out of bed at 8am (what? so late? what in the world have C & D been up to, playing so nicely and quietly together?)…

And found Doodle with Sharpie all over his face & hands.

Nice.  And yes, it was his pictures being taken today.  That’ll look great on our wall for the next year, eh?

SOL-U-MEL to the RESCUE!!!!!!!!!!!

Yep, it took the bright blue permanent ink right off his skin.  And Mr. Sensitive Skin didn’t react *at all* to that heavy-duty cleaner on his face, though of course I had reservations about it when I did it.  (This takes off nail polish and permanent marker, and I’m rubbing it undiluted on his face???)  This is the kid that gets rashes from every brand of “sensitive skin” baby wipes I’ve ever tried on him.  When we have a need for a wet wipe with Doodle, we use wet paper towels (w/o any kind of soap on it, because that’ll cause a rash, too).  Amazing stuff, Sol-U-Mel.  I highly recommend it.

So his photo shoot today was saved, though we were a little late.  The pictures turned out SUPER duper, oober cute.  Quite possibly the cutest pictures ever taken of him.  I can’t wait to see them in print!!!!!!

PS: I was so surprised by Mr.MarkerFace this morning, and so determined to get it off, I didn’t even think about what a Kodak moment it was.  Bummer!  Sorry, no pictures of this morning’s artwork.  😦


ACK!

November 9, 2008

Shucks.  I missed making a special deal out of my 100th post.  Bummer.  Guess we’ll have to wait for 150 for special sesquecentenni-postl celebration.  😉

In honor of post #106, however, this is the family experiment we’re doing together today… We’ll have to 1/2-it since scrambled fresh-egg breakfast (YUM!) cut down on our egg stash, and we already fetched today’s chicken “rent.”

Update: Woohoo!  We must have another chicken laying now, because one left us a pleasant surprise.  Two eggs in one day!  YAY!  We won’t have to half it after all!

Update: It’s in the oven.  For the crust I used my leftover graham-cracker-dough that I found still hiding in the fridge.  I knew there was a reason I held on to that when I did last Monday’s science-experiment-dump.  Hopefully it doesn’t kill us. (That dough’s been there for… mmm… I don’t think I’ll tell you.)  And hopefully it’ll work well as a pie crust, though it’ll be quite a lot thicker than most. 

At any rate, it looks like pie, smells like pie — with any luck it’ll taste like pie, too!  30 minutes left to go…


How I’m feeling…

November 5, 2008

Relieved because it’s over.

Worried about what a democratic congress + president will do.  I’m not very happy about what a republican congress + president managed… I echo the sentiment of my bro-in-law, gridlock is good.

Happy I can give political blogging a rest for a while.  Not forever, but I need a break.

Thrilled that my room got so clean yesterday.  I was in a “(snort-grr) I gotta wash something” mood, and my room hasn’t been this clean in over a year, no joke.  (I love Emporer’s New Groove – a quote for every mood!)

Filled with admiration and love for the men who wrote the US Constitution.  Our founding fathers were wise beyond anything we see today.

Sad that more people don’t know their *real* US History where the Revolutionary War and the founding of our country is concerned.  (Sorry to tell you, folks, but what you learned in public school was pretty much, um, bunk.)

But again, happy to be here today.  Happy it’s snowing lots.  Hopeful our chicken coop doesn’t collapse.  (Prognosis not good, by the way.)

And curious — How are you feeling today?