Tuesday, November 30, 2010


The boys got haircuts last night. It takes three of us to do this. Cait cuts. I bribe (with candy & movies) and hold heads. Mike bathes and de-hairs.
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Levi is sooooo grumps right now. (That was the understatement of the year, grumps doesn't even begin to describe it). Something is going on with kid. Don't know if it's teething, illness, food issues again (a combination of it all?). Five straight days of it. I'm trying to make it till Thursday when he has a doctors appointment.
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I wish when my husband got texts like this: Please pray for the rapture to happen now because I cannot take Levi's unhappiness any longer he would book a babysitter and take me out for the evening - or maybe even until Levi's phase passes. (And when he reads this - in about 2 weeks - he'll say, you should have just told me and I would have done it. And I know I should. But I don't. I just keep waiting to see if one day he'll be able to read my mind.)
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Chinese food always makes me feel gross & sick after eating it. And yet I keep eating it....what is wrong with me?
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I cannot believe it is December 1st tomorrow!! I'm excited to put up my Advent Calendar tonight!! Thanks again Auntie Marmo...you are the best big sis ever!
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While trying to take a decent photo of the boys, Linc said, "cheeeeeeese" throughout the entire shoot. Finally he was quiet and then declared, "the battery on my cheese just ran out." (Decent photo never happened)

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

being thankful

" I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and new. Shall I not call God The beautiful, who daily showth himself so to me in his gifts."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today I am thankful for:

my husband who got up with the boys
that my lil' sis and lil' brover are home
for the chance to hang out with family
for my new sweet little niece, Fabienne Joy!
that we are all healthy
the cute green chair from my Gramma that I am sitting in
and of course, these little munchkins:

"Praise the Lord! Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever."
Psalm 106:1


I have an addiction to the world wide web. And to Mr. Google.

Somehow, during the wee hours of Monday morning, our cable line got ripped off of our house and ripped off the power line. Mike’s guess is that the line started sagging too low over the road and a semi went by and snagged it and ripped it down. I think it’s a good guess. (We did hear a loud noise that startled us awake early Monday morning – we thought it was Malacai throwing toys out of his crib). Which meant no internet Monday morning. Or afternoon. Or evening. Or all day Tuesday. Noooooo!!! It was brutal. All day Monday I had to contain myself from making harassing phone calls to the cable company. By Tuesday I had been lulled into a numb shock. I would constantly have the thought, “oh, I’ll just look that up & Mr. Google will give me the answer”, only to realize, he was gone!! Ah, dear Internet, what have you done to us all?

(And in case you’re wondering, I did not miss the TV at all. If it had been Wednesday night, it may have been a different story, but I felt no pangs of loss over no television. And we don’t have cable, cable TV. Just basic cable - like 5 channels. Just in case you were wondering about that too).

(Also – did we or did we not have a substitute gym teacher named Mr. Google in high school?? Or did we just call him that? Or am I totally making this up? Please, someone tell me!)

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

a not so fun part of mommyhood

Is that you get no sick days. If you are sick, you cannot call in in the morning and then lay in bed all day. I never realized what a luxury sick days were before kids. Even if you have a stellar husband, like I do, who calls in to his job, you still are going to end up doing some ‘mom job’. Like nursing the babes. Or changing a diaper. Or preparing a meal, a snack, or a bath. Something will creep up that you have to do. And especially if said stellar husband is also sick. Then it’s really sucky.
We got this horrible stomach bug last Wednesday. My friend Steph recently went through it with her family (and I swear it’s so potent that while she was telling me about it in the church hallway on Wednesday night, we caught it and Malacai started throwing up at home! Just kidding Steph – you did not give it to us. I blame the truck grocery cart Malacai had his hands all over on Tuesday). I, of course, got it the worst and the longest. Because I’m just lucky like that. Because what’s throwing up a dozen more times after already throwing up hundreds in my lifetime? (Yea, that’s right, I did say hundreds). And why not throw a little chachacha into the mix too? (Yea, that’s right, I did just post too much information).

And the worst part of this sickness? No Fabs. I miss my niecey-noo sooo much!

Sunday, November 21, 2010


from the living room:

Lincoln: "Sorry for hitting you Malacai."
Malacai: "You're welcome."

Thursday, November 18, 2010

a long day....an amazing husband

Yesterday, Cait and I did a baby shower for Marla & Fabs. This was originally supposed to be October 29th, but Fabs wanted to actually be at the baby shower, so she showed up 4 weeks early and made it to the shower!
I do not take throwing a party lightly. Either does Cait. Way too many hours of planning and prep work went into this well before the day of party. So yesterday morning, I awoke with way too little sleep and way too much to do. First, I had to deal with the boys and getting Linc ready and off to school. (Which included doing the "Letter Box" for Linc's class - we always seem to get this box at the worst times!! And of course I don't do these things the day before, that would be too easy!). After running about the house madly all morning, fixing breakfasts, cleaning up milk mustaches, nursing the babes, feeding the babes, throwing clothes on the kiddos, doing homework, and making a few gallons of lemonade for the party, we were off to drop Linc off at school. I went in and was helping Linc with his coat & backpack and feeling quite pleased with myself for being so on time, when I heard a mom say, "I wanted him to wear that shirt for picture day". Are.You.Kidding.Me. It's picture day?!!! In all the chaos of getting ready for the shower, I had completely forgotten about picture day. Linc was wearing an old blue tee shirt and I didn't have his picture forms. I wanted to cry (I may have cried for approx. 3 seconds while on the phone with Michael). I grabbed Linc and we ran home (could not be more thankful for living around the corner from the school), I threw a different shirt on him, grabbed the form, ran out to the van, realized I didn't have cash for the pictures, ran back inside for the checkbook, realized we were out of checks, ransacked the drawer for new checks - where of course I couldn't find the next sequential checks, grabbed a random pack, ran back to school to now be the last one arriving for "picture day!". Picture day also meant standing around an extra 15 minutes to watch the pictures being taken. Perfect...because I don't have anything to be doing at home today.
Then after a lot of baking, arranging, preschool pick up, packing, and pleading for good behavior, we were off to pick up even more items from my mom, and then off to church to set up. And set up we did. It looked amazing. Cait has amazing things for decorations. It was hard work (my cheeks were so flushed by the time the party started I looked like I might pass out!). I will be posting pics very soon (I promise) of the shower.
My Michael is amazing every day, seriously. But yesterday I was especially thankful because he called me throughout the day to make sure everything was going okay. He offered to come home even earlier than he had already planned to to help with the boys. He came home early from work and loaded up my van. Then he drove me out to my moms and loaded up the already full van (and my mom's car) even more. Then he drove to church and helped us set up a few of the things while keeping an eye on the boys. Then he took the boys home and fed them dinner. And played with them. And put them to bed. Then he cleaned up the crib when Malacai threw up all over. And took care of the sick boy. Then he cleaned up the living room. And then he cleaned the entire kitchen. Seriously cleaned. I have been neglecting the house for the last few weeks (trying to be there for Mar, trying to plan parties, and lets be honest, some laziness), so things were out of control. He picked up, organized, did dishes, mopped the floor. So I came home to a totally clean kitchen (which brings me great joy). And then he helped unload the van. And then he did all the dirty party dishes while Cait and I unpacked and put away everything else. And then he cleaned up the crib when Cai threw up all over, again. And then he got Levi to fall asleep after I finished nursing him. And then he rubbed my back while we drifted off to sleep.
See? Amazing. I love him.

Monday, November 8, 2010

tricker treat

(For years I thought it was "tricker treat"...)

So last year I said that I wasn't going to do home-made costumes anymore because it was just too much work. And it is. Except I keep doing it. There's just something super cutesy about home-made costumes. There is a super rad picture of me and my siblings when we were wee lads and in our home-made halloweeney costumes and we just look super awesome. And you just want to hug my mom for being so cute & creative. (And I just had the best idea ever - next year, we re-create that! Haaa!! It would be awesome!). So, maybe someday my boys will want to hug me for being cute & creative??

Uncle Craigie - Good things come to those who wait. Sorry there is no baby frankenstein. Maybe next year??

                Papa                                                Pirate                                             Skunk {not so much handmade}


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