Monday, April 30, 2007

A little variety

It dawned on me as I was glancing back thru my posts that they all seem to be about Evan! Shannon has requested some more pics of Kyle, so I figure I will just post some random pics of the kids. Mikaily will be 7 on Friday. She wants a SpongeBob party!?!? Kyle is 4 and a half now and Evan is 2 and a half. I go back into my doctor in a week again because they are worried that I might be preeclamptic. I am not too worried. I only have 5 more weeks to go anyways, and so even if I do have problems, if they can get me another 3 weeks everything should be fine. I had Mikaily at 32 wks, so we are past that point already. I want to keep this one cooking for awhile still. June 7th just seems like a good date to have baby. :)

That's a Big Milk!

It's been a couple days since I posted anything, so here is a cute story. Yesterday my mom came over to spend time with the kids. Evan told her that he was thirsty and asked her if she could help get him a drink. She, of course, said yes and they meandered into the kitchen. My mom walked over to get a cup for him and Evan went promptly to the refrigerator. He swung the door open and reached in and grabbed the handle of the milk container. Jason had gone shopping the night before, so this was an unopened, completely full gallon of milk. He pulled with all his might and jerked it off the shelf. It proceeded to drop like a rock, smacking into the floor and jerking Evan forward, which made him whack his forehead on the shelf and pulled him, headfirst, into the fridge. My mom went over to him, thinking he would be crying and/or upset because of this large bump forming on his forehead. He turned and looked at her with his big brown eyes and said "Whoa! That's a big milk! I am stwong!!" He then ran out of the kitchen and came to show me his big muscles that were "stwong" enough to pick up the milk. He was much more impressed with the fact that he didn't lose his grip on the big milk than that this big milk had just kicked his butt. I love 2 year olds!!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

I'm a Big Kid now!

Evan has decided that he is a big kid since he started using the potty all by himself. One thing that big boys insist on doing all by themselves is get dressed. Luckily I caught this little mix up before we got out the door...

Hey! At least he got them on the correct feet!!

Monday, April 23, 2007

Mini Me

I have had my niece, Devyn, all week this week because my mom is on vacation in Arizona. Devyn has a great head of hair. Unfortunately for those of you that have been around a baby with lots of hair you know they can suffer from "stinky baby head" syndrome. My littles are constantly petting her hair and so it tends to get pretty greasy. So I felt bad when we had her the other day, because Jill was picking up her beautiful little girl covered in our dogs hair (he is shedding pretty bad right now because the weather has gotten hot) and with a stinky head. So, I decided to give her a bath so that she was nice and clean and smelling like strawberries when her mom came to get her. Much to my surprise, when her hair was wet it was super curly. Kyle pointed out that her and Evan "matched." We decided that we should take a quick picture because she kinda looked like a little "mini me" Evan. The kids got a kick out of it.

Friday, April 20, 2007

What in the World???

We had a very scary night tonight. We had our car into the auto mechanic and had to go pick it up tonight. We decided that since we were out we would take on the daunting task of shoe shopping for the boys. While we were at the mall there was a 5 year old boy that was kiddnapped. The details were a little shady and a lot confusing, and it was VERY scary. Apparantly the mom ran into the mall and left her 5 year old son strapped in his carseat in an unlocked van. When she came out the van, with the child inside, was gone. My heart sank. I found myself super paraniod walking throught he mall with my kids. I kept yelling at them because if they got more than 5 feet away from me I freaked. Granted it was a stupid idea for the mom to leave her child in the car and although I know I would never do that even for 30 seconds, my heart hurt for this sobbing mother. We haven't heard anything about the boy being found yet. I really hope he if found and is ok. What is this world coming to?!?!

Thursday, April 19, 2007


One of my friends sent this to me and I wanted to post it for all others who can relate.......

Some Mothers Get Babies With Something More
Written by: Lori Borgman, Columnist and Speaker

My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the pages of time. She says it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. Of course, that's what she says. That's what mothers have always said. Mothers lie. Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more.
Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin. Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly. Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule (according to the baby development chart on page 57, column two). Every mother wants a baby that can, see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class. Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.

Some mothers get babies with something more. Some mothers get babies with conditions they can't pronounce, a spine that didn't fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn't close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small, suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn't see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you.

Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can't be possible! That doesn't run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime?
I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It's not a lust thing; it's a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw - rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler. As I've told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy after a third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echo cardiogram, there's no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication or surgery. The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it.

Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the cliches and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you've occasionally questioned if God is on strike. I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one -- saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you're ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn't volunteer for this. You didn't jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, "Choose me, God! Choose me! I've got what it takes." You're a woman who doesn't have time to step back and put things in perspective, so, please, let me do it for you.
From where I sit, you're way ahead of the pack. You've developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and when circumstances require intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You're a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You're the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You're a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more.
You're a wonder.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Little Mommy Mikaily

I have been watching my niece, Devyn, some since my sister went back to work. She is about 3 and a half months old now and is the best baby I have ever come into contact with. When she is hungry she kinda whines a little, you feed her, and she is happy and smiling. When she poops you change her and she is happy and smiles. When she gets tired you lay her in her bed and she smiles at her mobile until she falls asleep. The only way you can tell she is awake is because you can hear her start talking to the mobile when she wakes up. When you go in to retrieve her, she is happy and smiling. Noticing a trend here?? So Mikaily has decided that she is Devyn's second mom. She can feed her....

And she can even burp her (don't worry, the baby is not being smothered by the couch like this picture kinda makes it look)...

I have a feeling this will be a big help in a few months when my own little arrives. Maybe I can teach Mikaily how to change a poopy diaper!! :) It is actually starting to frighten me a little because when our little girl comes I am afraid my other littles are going to want to know why she cries so much and want to trade her in. Especially since our babies tend to have reflux, which not only makes them cry alot but there is also a large amount of projectile vomiting involved! Oh well! At least we know we can make 'em super cute, right?! :)

Monday, April 16, 2007

Spicy Quesas

I am really bored. I have found myself closed up in my house a lot lately. Ever since Evan has been in underwear I am still a little nervous to take him out anywhere. Not to mention the fact that my paranoid doctor seems to think I need to be sitting on my butt for an extended period of time every day. My contractions still don't seem to be slowing down much. All this bedrest seems to be doing is packing on the pounds. Ok, well it probably doesn't help that I have a hard time eating anything that is remotely nutrious. I would much rather have two twinkies and a glass of caffeine free coke for dinner.
I took Kyle out last week for a mommy/son day out. We went to a movie (Meet The Robinsons....not so good) and then out to eat at Chilis aka "the pepper place." Kyle has finally decided to move beyond his picky eater stage and has started trying any food you put in front of him. He decided he wanted to try some queso while at Chilis. He tried a bite and then spent the next few minutes telling our waitress how spicy it was and how much he liked it. When we got home he proceeded to tell our family about his new favorite food, "Spicy Quesas." Now that might not seem amusing to many of you, but let me remind you that my sister-in-law's name is Marquesas and Kyle calls her Quesas. It was kind of cute.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

The Beginning

So I decided to finally jump on the bandwagon and start my own blog. It seems like a good way to keep friends and family up to date with the goings on of the family. Make sure you all bookmark the website, because most of you won't be able to spell my last name correctly to get back here a second time.
For those I haven't spoken to in awhile, we are expecting our fourth (and final!!) baby in 8 weeks. We are having another girl. Don't bother to ask what we plan on naming her, because we still haven't managed to figure that out yet.
Other big news in the family....we finally have potty trained Evan (2 yrs old)!! He has actually been ready for more than 6 months, but I have been so sick with this pregnancy that I wasn't ready to take the plunge until now. It will be nice to go without diapers for a couple months, considering the fact we have had to change anywhere from 5 to 25 diapers a day for the last 7 years!!!
I will leave you with one last thought....if ever you happen upon a pregnant woman in a store and say to her "How far along are you?", when she responds with a time that is not as far along as you expected, DO NOT reply "WOW!! Are you having twins??"