Unsolved Mysteries

Can anyone tell me how in the world a family of 5, can create this much laundry in one week?!
And 3 of those people aren't even full-sized yet!

P.S. Don't you love the random fire hat hanging up in the background? It's ready for action.

We Do What We Can

Valentine's Day was pretty low-key. I surprised J with a gourmet romantic dinner when he got home from jiu jitsu Friday night. We first kissed on Feb. 13th, so I guess you can consider it "our" Valentine's Day.
Yes, that is a frozen pizza. But hey, it's Digiorno! Fancy frozen pizza! And yes, it's at our counter because we don't have a dining room table, and yes, that's a high chair in the background. Like I said, we do what we can!

I like to make even the little holidays special for my boys. It's the little things that I know they will remember when they grown. We always have pancakes on Saturday morning but I made them pink and heart-shaped for the special day.
Then I started a new tradition, where I will bake and decorate each of my boys their own special giant cookie for Valentine's Day. Hopefully my decorating skills will improve as the years go on... Oh well, they were delicious and that's what matters right?
We also had popcorn in Valentine bowls for a snack.
Did I overdo it?

Got another one for you

Okay so I know the little stories about me being absent-minded might be getting old, but this one really is hilarious.

My family has a hard time getting to church on time. We just cannot seem to get out the door on time, no matter what time we start getting ready. We have 8:00 A.M. church, and while this may seem early to some, it is not so early to us. My boys get up by 6:30 A.M. every morning, rain or shine, weekday or weekend. So 8:00 church should NOT be a problem right? Wrong.

So today I decided my #1 goal would be: Get To Church On Time.

I set my alarm for 5:45, showered, dressed, makeup done, did my hair by the time the boys got up. Got them dressed, hair done, and fed. Got S up, changed, dressed, fed. Packed bag of quiet things to do during church, complete with snacks and drinks for the boys. Got my lesson and items I needed for my lesson all ready to go. Nagged J so he was ready on time. Load all boys and bags in the van. Drive to church.

Now by this time, I am feeling VERY proud of myself. We are not only on time, but 5 minutes early as we're pulling into the parking lot! This is when it hits me. Something is wrong. I look down.

Dress? Check.
Hair done? Check.
Makeup? Check.
Sweater? Check.
Nylons? Check.
Shoes? ..............uh oh.

I'm wearing my HOUSE SLIPPERS.

Drop off J, B, and T. Drive home. Get appropriate shoes. Drive back. End result? My family was indeed, on time. Early, in fact. I, on the other hand, was 10 minutes late.

(Valentine's post will hopefully be coming soon.)

I'm Runnin' Down a Dream

Things have been a little bit crazy this week. I got the opportunity to take on a special project at work that pays a lot better, but is a lot more work than I normally do. Of course I jumped at the chance and I'm glad I did. I've made more money in one week than I normally do in a month! My fingers are protesting though, so far I've typed 423 pages and still counting... Well, a couple years from now when I've hopefully saved enough money for J and I to FINALLY go to Hawaii on a real honeymoon...I will be grateful. Until then, you will probably be hearing more about the life and times of a transcriptionist.

Because of all the extra work, my house and kids are falling apart! Not really, but the "Mommy guilt" has been in full force, more than it normally is. Examples? Well, T always tells me at night what he's going to dream about. It's a fun little thing I do with my boys so they will think of happy things before they go to sleep. Anyway, tonight I take a break from working to go and kiss T good-night, and he says to me, "Mommy, guess what I'm going to dream tonight? I'm going to dream that you are done with your work!" Oh the guilt...the horrible guilt.

All this work has also taken a toll on my poor brain. Examples? Monday morning I'm trying to catch up on laundry and cleaning the kitchen while B is at school. Once a month on Monday I volunteer in B's Kindergarten class, and my neighbor watches my younger two boys. Anyway I'm rushing around speed cleaning the kitchen and noticed the calendar was still on January. So I flipped it to February and practically have a heart-attack. I had written I was supposed to volunteer that day, and needed to be at the school in 10 minutes! I call my neighbor in what I'm sure was an incoherent panic, and she tells me I had emailed her last week that I was supposed to volunteer on the 9th, not the 2nd. Okay, now I can breathe. I hang up in relief, but still have to go trash digging to find the flyer just to make sure. Yup, crisis averted, I don't have to help until next week. I really hate being a flake.

Then, just 45 minutes later, I am supposed to go pick B up from school. I can't find my keys, and am running around like crazy searching for them high and low. I decide to forget it, grab the spare keys, grab my 2 boys, and rush out to the van. Hurriedly buckle them in (those dang car seats are so complicated sometimes!), only to discover my keys are IN THE IGNITION!!!

Sadly the rest of the week has not improved. Guess what I'm going to dream about tonight? Hawaii.

Tubes Rock

T got his second set of tubes put in today. I didn't have any worries this time, since this is the second time we've done this and he's older now. He made instant friends with all the nurses by talking their ears off from the second we walked in the door. It was kind of sad to see him when they brought him out to me, just waking up from being put out, and he was just quiet, confused, and cuddly! Hopefully this will stop the ear infections again.
Since we're on a post about T, I'll write another crazy thing he said to a perfect stranger yesterday. A guy came to our door with the company Edward Jones trying to get us to invest in retirement, blah blah blah. (Don't they know the world will end before then anyway? Sheesh.)
Anyway, of course T saw fresh meat and immediately started talking his ear off, and also showing off his muscles. Then he asks this man if he has muscles too. So the guy was a good sport and flexed for T. Then T says, "Oh, you have little muscles, my Daddy has bigger muscles than you!"

Random question for the day: Why is Facebook so addicting?

Birthday and Other Stuff

Thanks for all the b-day wishes everybody! Luckily I had a more relaxing day than what I described on my last post. I woke up to this:
Aw...I just love J. He just cracks me up. Who else would think to make a giant pancake for my b-day? And yes, I ate the entire thing and it was delicious. I am not freaking out to be in my 30's, I am happy about it. I just think it sounds funny. "Hi, I'm 30." Haha! It just makes me laugh for some reason.

Anyway, on to other things. I took S in for his 15 mo. checkup and can you believe, he is only in the 37th percentile for his weight! Yikes. I have never had a baby this small! The kid is SO picky about eating, he refuses to eat real food. I'm still feeding him baby food for crying out loud! Anyway, Dr. says I really need to try to make him eat more. I've never had this problem, with the other 2 boys I can't STOP them from eating! He's 24 lbs., so it's not like he's wasting away or anything. But the only things he will eat are baby food and crackers or dry cereal. He thinks he's a princess or something. So I'm playing hardball today and am making him eat a PBJ sandwich. I'm such a mean Mom.

Yesterday I took all 3 boys to the grocery store, which I avoid doing at all costs. It was unavoidable yesterday though. I had my list and coupons, and was going to be in and out as quickly as possible. Still though, S managed to knock a glass jar of salsa on the ground and shatter it making a HUGE mess. I quickly ran out of that aisle and told customer service that there was a mess in aisle 5. I did not admit it was my child's mess! I know, I'm horrible.

Then, in the frozen food aisle, I grabbed my last purchase and we were finally leaving. Two workers were pulling a huge flat of bottled water down the aisle, and T was slightly in the way. Not completely in the way, but he wouldn't move all the way over which was making the workers nervous. By this time the workers and huge flat they were push/pulling was right beside me so I couldn't get to the front of the cart to physically MAKE him move. They moved way over to their left, and smashed into a huge display case of glass jars of ice cream syrup! At least 5 glass jars shattered on the floor in a gooey mess. I just froze. Meanwhile, both workers look at me like it's my fault, and T shouts at them, "Hey! You guys should watch where you're going!!" I immediately tell him to be quiet, that it's HIS fault they crashed into it because he didn't move when I told him to! Luckily my outspoken son seemed to break the tension of the moment and one of the workers started laughing and said, "You gotta love kids!" I "haha-ed" but then left the store ASAP.

I am never going grocery shopping with all 3 kids again.

Farewell My Youth!

Today was the last day of my 20's. I went out with a bang, let me tell you that much. Woke up and ran around getting B fed, dressed, and ready for school. Forgot he was supposed to bring a bag of mini-marshmallows to school, so had to stop at the grocery store on the way. He barely made it in time. Then it was off to the dealership to get the oil changed in the van. I enjoyed this actually, I got a half hour to myself to read, and eat a complimentary bag of mini Chips Ahoy. True pampering.

Get home and discover that S is sick. High fever, won't eat, screaming his head off, inconsolable. I debate all morning on whether or not to bring him in to the doctor. He's getting 4 teeth in right now so it could be that, or an ear infection. In the end I decide to hold off. That is, until I put him down for a nap and he wake up 5 minutes later screaming...and doesn't stop for 2 1/2 hours straight. Call the doctor, get the last appointment of the day! Lucky. Turns out my poor baby has a double ear infection. Stop by CVS, fill the RX. Note, I did not get ANY of my work done today...looks like it's going to be a long weekend...

Rush home, feed the kids a gourmet dinner of Mac N Cheese, and rush out the door again to go to my parents' house. Teach sister piano lesson, while Josh and my dad do jiu jitsu. (J is back in the saddle again after his surgery debacle from August!)

Now I'm home, thinking...I'm only going to be 30 tomorrow? I feel more like 45...