Not for the squimish

The other night when Scott was on night shift Will was eating grapes with me. After he ate almost half a bag I told him he had to be done. He of course asked why and I said because you will get diarrhea if you eat too much fruit. To which he answered "You mean the one you write in?"

After wrapping my mind around that idea I asked "what the heck are you talking about? You don't write in diarrhea!" He answered "Yes you do. You write down all the things that happen to you." It took me a moment and then I said "oh you mean diary, not diarrhea!" "That is what I said." It all makes sense now.

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In the car, a favorite game we like to play is eye spy with my little eye. Rachels turn and she says "I spy with my princess eye...." Now, I have said that at some point we may have to tell her that she really isn't royaliy to which her pappy Demi replied "Rachel you will always be royality to pappy." Which is so sweet....unless you live with her... ;)

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Luke is now fully potty trained. Except for nights. But I said Luke "great job of peeing in the potty." He said "Now I get a car?" I was taken aback by my 2 year olds request until I figured out he meant a race car BED.

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I saw Bella looking at something in her little hand while she was semi-crawling on the floor. I said Bella what do you have. She opened her hand. I kid you not. She had a pair of polly pocket shoes in her hand. What is it with my girls and shoes?

The answer

I work full time. Well, months September through May anywayz. And I love my job. Really I feel like teaching is a calling. Another topic all together but for now, I will talk about our lunch room conversation.

I work with a bunch of phemominal ladies. Women who are above and beyond teachers, wives, and moms. But I think I am the only mom of 4. Certainly the only mom of 6, 4, 2, and 6 months. A very good friend of mine was talking about an evening with her daughter. Then she turned to me and said "how do you do it with all of them." I laughed and said I don't sit. I talked about my evening the night before. Getting home and making dinner. Homework, bathtime, cereal for the baby. Reading the kids Bible (cause Will says "when he learns about Jesus it makes him not scared at night") and the list goes on.

After a bite of sandwich I realized that might have come out wrong. So I re-answered. Everything I do isn't a chore. It isn't like I look at this list and thing "oh no." Our dinner times can be hilarious with Scott and little Scott (Will). We play in the bathtub and talk while reading books. We laugh and play and live. I love my life. I would never want it any other way. When was the last time I slept through the night? I have no idea. Is my "to do" list sometimes more daunting than the national debt? At times. But by family is the most amazing gift ever given to me. It is a joy not "job."

Is it a lot of work? Absolutely. Do I juggle, juggle, and juggle some more. Sure. But I made what I think was the best choice for my family. We are happy. We are healthy.

Ok and I am tired... ;)

I said it

Today was a beautiful day. And because my son's teacher said he should go outside and play (even though his mother has always begged him to go outside) he decided that he HAD to go out. Which was fine and we all went down to the park. Will joined a bunch of kids and was soon playing freeze tag. I rocked Bella and she was asleep. Luke and Rachel were all over the place. It started to get cold and I told Will that he had to put on his coat. He told me "but mom the other kids don't have to wear a coat." I replied "well, I am not their mother. I am yours." I said it.

Tomorrow I am getting out the other 2 of my wisdom teeth. Prayers are appreciated.

bigger

Today was a big day. I was on the phone with my mom. Looked over to see my daughter, the tiny one, with a magazine in her mouth. I had to run over and scoop bit and wads of paper out of her mouth. Nice. She is mobile. Not really crawling but rolling and scooting and getting to where she wants to be. Already. Although I was telling someone how old she was and I said 5 months. Then when I realized the date and she will be 6 months in less than a week!!! What?? I know, I know it flies but holy smokes!

And William just had his 6th birthday party. Rachel is drawing really good pictures and preparing for her first dance recital. And Luke only wears diapers to bed. My babies are getting bigger.

Once upon a time....

Will- "Rachel do you want to hear a story?"
Rachel- "Sure"
Will- "Once upon a time there was a princess locked in a huge tower. So she sent her boyfriend the prince a text message. Then he could find her. The end."

when momma's sick

Oh...my...goodness

Luke was the first to puke. Then Thursday when I called after work, Scott said Rachel were throwing up. Then William. That night poor little Bella was throwing up. So I slept in Will and Rachel's room with Bella beside me. Will puked all night long, and Bella twice. Around 4 a.m. I knew it was coming. I...got....sick.

Horrible, terrible. Pain in the stomach and back. Throwing up. Thank goodness Scott was off. Then of course, Scott got it. So we have been quite the sight over the last couple of days. So today when I woke up out of my sick induced haze- wow! Dishes are overflowing, clothes are littering the floor, Bella has 3 diapers left, no chocolate milk powder (gasp), and we are down to 1 gallon of milk. Plus, William needs his birthday treat for tomorrow in school and I have to fill out his invitations for his party next weekend. Don't even get me started on that cleaning extravaganza!

Today is a busy day. If I can only find the floor!

Happy Birthday Will!!!

My baby. The one who changed my life. How can you be 6? Two hands as we like to say now. I couldn't be more proud to be your mommy. You are so sweet and polite. Such a kind soul. Your laugh brightens any day. I remember those sleepless nights in the beginning. I begged for sleep and thought it would never be over. And here we are. Kindergarten, reading, sleeping on your own, and saying "that is ok mommy, I'll do it myself." My little man. I love you the mostest.

what a night- take 2

Bella fell asleep! Excellent. So I laid down. I was awakened by the voice of my sweet 2 year old. Actually he was screaming like his bed was on fire. I got up and went to get him. I opened the door and flipped on his light. Puke...everywhere. From the hours of 1- about 3:30 and a little bit again after 5 for fun, I was holding a sick child and then cleaning up puke. And then got up for work. Call off you say? Scott was home. So I went. After I dropped a gallon of milk on the floor that slipped out of my mostly asleep hand.

No worries. I stopped at Sheetz and got the breakfast of champions. Coffee! And then I came home to Scott having made dinner. And now I am going to bed super early. Weigh in tomorrow. Will I make the 10 pound mark??

P.S.- Rachel feels hot and Will don't look too hot. Yikes. Thank- God Scott is home.

What a night!

Last night I was tired. Really tired. But little Bella wasn't. Not at all. She cried and fussed so of course I called my mommy. She suggested holding her tight and singing to her. So I sang. And sang. Nothing. Still cried and cried. Finally she fell asleep and I collapsed into bed. Since Scott is of course on night shift, Rachel and Will slept with me. I woke up at 1:45 A.M. and saw Rachel sitting on the edge of the bed. She was sitting up but was still sleeping. So I said for Rachel to come here. She did. She jumped on me. And she was soaked. Apparently the second time she EVER wets the bed has to be in my bed.....when Scott has night shift....and Mommy has been sick. So I have to strip everything off her and the bed. And fix the bed. We go back to bed. Then at 4:45 I hear another voice calling my name. Luke. He needed to pee. I go up and he went. Then he asked to sleep in my bed. Fine. Whatever. So he came in with US and didn't go back to sleep. So when Scott called in the morning to ask how I was, my response was ...let us say less than favorable.

I had a full day of work and had to get Rachel to dance. I stopped at the store to pick up some groceries that were on sale. As I carried the bags into my kitchen I about fell over. Scott had cleaned up the whole kitchen. He cleaned up breakfast and the table was wiped clean. He loaded the dishes and cleaned up the trash. He had the night cups sitting on the counter for me and left me a note saying that he hoped I had a better night. I seriously teared up! So I went upstairs to bring down the pee mess I had left and I COULDN'T FIND IT. He had carried everything down for me.

Forget the roses. The diamonds. The candlelit dinners. This my friends, young and old, is romance at its best. Cleaning up the peed bed and loading the nasty milk cups.