Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Oh my love. My chubba bubba, as I like to say. You are approaching 4 months old. What!? It's true. You are such a good good baby boy. So very patient with all the people who want to cuddle and nibble on your cheeks.
You are sleeping through the night, you are standing on your little legs, you are smiling and giggling at your brothers and sisters, and you just love to talk to anyone that will listen. You twist your tongue in all sorts of funny ways to make noises and you always look so pleased when you find a new one.
This afternoon, while the older kids were sleeping, you and I laid out on a blanket in the back yard. It was fun. I'd like to say that you didn't want to leave, that hour after hour passed and I stared into your eyes, and we cuddled and let Dad snap some pictures of us...
but I'd be lying.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Oh sure, the kids had a blast with sparklers, tanks, snappers and whatnot. But living in other states for two years, I forgot how exhilarating, how over the top, how COMPLETELY LEGAL, (some might say redneck) Missouri gets on the 4th of July. My parents neighborhood hires a big-time display. The best part was driving in my dad's truck, Dave and kids in the back for kicks, and heading to the show. The streets were FULL of people and cars and exploding fireworks and (firework) trash and lots and lots of food and music, more exploding fireworks, red-white & blue house lights, flags and all manner of patriotic paraphernalia. Kids were running wild with punks and lighters in one hand and gobs of explosives in the other. My mom and I agreed, next year we are going to record it. UNREAL-and super fun.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I woke up to feed Roman. While nursing, Lily came to stand by me. She pooped in her diaper. She wanted to be changed immediately. I told her I would help her as soon as I was done. Roman finished and we headed upstairs for a clean diaper. On the way Zach called out from the bathroom "MOM, I'm DONE!" (which means come wipe me). So all four of us squeezed into the half bath. I held the baby in one hand and wiped a bum with the other. Meanwhile, Roman decided he'd had a bit too much jostling and not enough burping. He puked all over Zachary's head. White goo ran from his hair, down his shirt and pooled on the floor. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror as I tried to distract Zach so his overactive gag reflex would not create another mess.
It was 7:20 am.
This reminds me. I've read that story wherein the homemaker is presented with an employment fill-in-the-blank. She always writes some lofty sounding description like Domestic Engineer. I don't know, that is entirely too complicated for me. Next time I'm asked I think I'll say, "I deal in liquids and semi-solids."
Unplanned, I baked a cake that night. Carrots, coconut, pineapple, walnuts, exactly 3 eggs left...it was providential. The kids skipped around the house chanting, "Mom's baking a cake!" And I discovered how much LEVERAGE a baking cake creates. They picked up their toys so quickly, they stopped arguing at the mere mention of missing out. I think I will bake cakes more often.