Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Beth Vs The Piano

Little sweet Beth.
Of all my children, she is the one who tends to be the most accident prone.
She is the one who has been to the hospital the most.
She is the one who I got me on first name basis with Poison Control.

I don't remember the day, exactly. It was either a Friday or a Saturday night. Keith and Beth were playing, and Beth fell and knocked her head on the corner of the piano. 
The piano won that round.
And then I was able to discover where we need to go for urgent care.

Except I drove her to the wrong place. The nurse at the front desk we so sweet, though. She gave Beth a teddy bear that she absolutely loves and has named it Snuggles. She carries it around all day, and she sleeps with it each now. It is adorable!

And then we got to the actual urgent care. The doctor was really nice. We chatted about the old McDonald's song.
"Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun."
We may have sung it. I am amazed that I remember any of it!
And the old characters! Grimace, the Hamburglar, the Fry Kids! Good times.

He looked at Beth's head, commended me for cleaning it out so well. That would be the hydrogen peroxide I dumped on it before we left. He commented that it was rather deep, but a very clean cut. He decided that the awesome glue would work and she wouldn't need stitches. She did have a concussion, and he told me to wake her up every couple of hours to check her coherence and limb movement. Because the cut was so deep, he worried about brain bleeding.

And then, Beth got her favorite thing in the world. French fries, and ice cream! Those two things are her favorite things to eat. Especially the french fries. 

I did enjoy the date with her. Even though it wasn't an ideal beginning to a Mommy/Daughter date, we did have fun. 

Her head is healing beautifully. She will most likely have a scar, but hopefully it wont be too big, and I'm sure she will invent an amazing story to go along with it, though. Whenever anyone asks her what happened, she asks me to tell them, so I am wondering if she is self conscious about it. 

The night prior to that, Faye had been an amazing helper all day. Any time I asked Keith to help me with something, Faye jumped up and did it first. It was so sweet! And so, because of that, I took her out on a date. We went to Target, because that place just makes me happy. We then went to Zupa's Cafe. I love that place. They had one in Colorado when I lived there, and I would eat there nearly every day for lunch. After we got our food, we brought it home and watched The Jungle Book while eating our delicious food. Once the food was gone we did let the other kids join us in watching the movie, though. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful little girl. She is amazing.

Vince likes Nesquick. Beth discovered this while I was attempting to shower. She is also getting good at spoon feeding him, although he does look like an adorable chimney sweep.

Finally, I have to tell you about my wall. I have hated this wall since I moved into this house. I should have painted it before we moved in, but I was determined to be living here before Christmas, and that only gave us 4 days to get the house cleaned and moved into, so I put it off. But the red! 

It wasn't a bad color, but the kitchen is so small to begin with. And all the dark appliances, the black back splash, and my dark concrete counter tops was just a bit much. Don't get me started on the 80's drop ceiling that the put in the kitchen. Why? Why on earth would they do that to such a tiny space? It made the whole thing dreary and minuscule. I mean, you can't even open the dishwasher without it practically hitting the counters in front of it. It is just small. And that color scheme really emphasized the lack of space.

Except I never had time, I would tell myself. 
I put it off for three years because I kept inventing excuses. I wanted my house to be clean before I focused on any new projects. I had too many little kids running around who would get paint all over themselves and the rest of my house. I was pregnant and shouldn't be around the fumes. I had a newborn who shouldn't be around the fumes. And the list goes on and on and on. But the truth is, I was just nervous. Big projects always seem to intimidate me to the point that I don't want to start them. Because what if I mess up, or what if I fail? 

And so I lived in that dreary terrible kitchen that I despised for 3 long years. Until my new friend Lisa told me that she was coming over to paint. And she did.

We painted it, and I am SO in love, and wish I had done it before I ever moved in. The kitchen is so much brighter, happier, and airy. It doesn't feel like the walls are closing in on my anymore. I am constantly amazed by how light it is, and I can tell from the living room that it is much brighter! My whole house seems to radiate more light. 

And now I am trying to figure out other things to paint that color. I can't wait to get started on the cupboards! They are going to be a country white color, and will amazingly tone down the once dreary kitchen, soon to be bright and cheery, and oh so welcoming! I'm not sure why the color isn't showing up in the second picture, but it is still just as cheery and beautiful, and I am SO in love with it!

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Life, Christmas, and Everything Before.

I recently read a book that described my life perfectly. The girl wrote that her life seemed to be like a book left on the porch in the wind, the chapters fluttering quickly from one to the next, scarcely resting on any to feel the breeze. How apt that description is!

Quick recap:

The week before Christmas was lovely. All my siblings came into town and it was lovely to visit with them all. I did have to balance watching my friends cute kids and family visits but it worked out. Friday, 2 days before Christmas was difficult, though.

The kids were just naughty! Taelynn and Beth found some Sharpies and went to town on the bedroom wall while I was feeding a baby.

When I discovered it, I had them scrub it off with a magic eraser.

Except Tae shoved Beth, she hit her head on the bunkbed. I asked her why she did it, and she just kept whimpering, "I don't know," and so I told her that she needed to scrub alone, if she was going to injure her helpers. After a little while of scrubbing alone, and she did a fairly good job considering it was Sharpie. After Tae scrubbed for a little while, I went in to comfort her, because she had been crying the whole time. I scooped her up on my lap to comfort her, and felt her head. She was hot. Oh dear, that is NOT what I needed! But her excessive grumpiness suddenly made sense. I tried to take her temperature, but she nearly gagged trying to put it beneath her tongue, so although it isn't nearly as accurate, I put it in her armpit. Yes, she had a fever, poor girl. And then she tried to get sick on top of it all, to top it all off.

While I was taking care of Taelynn, Beth dumped a bottle of orange soda all over my floor and commenced trying to slurp it up, giving herself an orange chin and nose tip stain. It stayed like that for a day or too, even. Her nose and chin, not my floor. I also found cute little footprints tracked through the soda, around my kitchen, and then down the hall.

I honestly laughed as I was cleaning it all up because when it rains, it pours! Meanwhile, babies were tired and didn't want to sleep, someone dismantled the baby gate, one of my favorite Christmas books got Sharpied, and the older kids were at each other's throat, and Brynlee decided she was sick. I think she just wanted the medicine because really, she was fine.

When the other kids had gone home, I pulled out the egg nog and the ugly sweater cookies to decorate.

I wanted to do them with the girls I watch, but there was way too much fighting and I couldn't find a moment of peace to pull them out. But Keith and Faye had a blast decorating and listening to Christmas music with me.

And then we had a family party that night. See the entry picture of Faye with her cousins, sporting their matching shirts. Keith didn't want to wear his.

Christmas Eve Jeffrey got sick. In all honesty, I really did laugh at all the chaos. I mean! It was like I was being given material for my blog! The kids and I watched Home Alone for their very first time. Of course they loved it. What 9 year old little boy wouldn't? Slap-stick comedy galore! Jeffrey went to bed early, and I stayed up making some shirts for Keith, and a journal. I then put all the gifts beneath the tree and had to write a letter from Santa to Faye because she had left him a three page letter. And I had to make sure the carrots were nibbled on. Jeffrey had eaten the sandwich and drank the milk.

Needless to say, I didn't get to bed until too late. But all that snow that just dumped! was amazing! There really is nothing like waking up Christmas morning to a fluffy blanket of snow all wrapped up cozy around the house. It was absolutely idyllic.

I really wanted to go to church before we opened the gifts, but we were sort of snowed in, so we had a gloriously tranquil day of pajamas, cocoa, and the kids going berserk over their gifts. 

And this is just Beth in her preschool program. She spent most of the time on stage admiring her skirt, and it was adorable! She insisted she wear that skirt.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Vince, the Fashionista

As I was reading back over last week, I had to laugh. Yes, laugh again.

How funny that it was so similar to last week!

Last week ended with sickness. First Vince, and then Faye and I got it on Sunday. It was terrible. Especially since Keith had a Celebration of Learning on Monday, and I missed his last one because it happened right after Vince was born. So I couldn't miss this one! Except there was no way that I could go, I was so sick, and so was Faye. And I was also still babysitting. And so I called in the reinforcements.


I am so glad that we live near them and that they were able to go to it with him. His teacher is just a doll and took pictures and sent them to me. I love her so much!

Wednesday was a really rough day. It was just so hard. The girls were ridiculously difficult, the babies were so fussy, and I was still recovering from my bout of sickness. I had a stomach ache that had been going on since Monday. I was so incredibly tired. And I was exhausted. Taelynn was just cantankerous, and Brynlee was very grumpy and obstinate. But no worries.We got through it, and I did mange to laugh at some of it. I am very grateful that her school teacher is my cousin, though. That helps things tremendously! As we were trying to do her homework she kept telling me things like she isn't supposed to read, her teacher said that she doesn't have to if she doesn't want it. Or that the Y is silent, and she doesn't have to read any words with Y in it. I could easily ask her if she needed me to call her teacher to verify.

She hates that I know her teacher.

Thursday happened.

I felt gross on Thursday and so was determined to shower. I got the babies down for their naps, and then did something I had never dared do before. I put Taelynn's favorite movie on, threatened them to not move from my bed, where they were watching, and hurried through a shower. It totally worked! I got a shower and I was thrilled.

I felt like I could conquer anything. I felt like the day would be fabulous and so much better than the day before.

My friend called me and asked if I could watch her daughter for an hour or so while she ran her son to the doctor. She later told me that she didn't know I watch other kids. But I am always happy to help my friends when they ask. Besides. I had just taken a shower with all 4 kids in the house. I could do anything!

Except her son was a lot sicker than she had thought, and had to be on a nebulizer, so the appointment lasted a lot longer than she had expected. Which was fine, clear up to the end. I put Taelynn and Beth down for their naps. I was holding Vince in one arm, Jack in one arm, and had my friend's daughter in front of me.

That was when Vince decided he didn't like my outfit. He threw up all over it. I had Jack in one arm, Vince in one arm, and my friend's daughter in front of me. The throw up came in gushes and I prayed he wouldn't get it on anyone.

Just me.

Thankfully my friend came right then to pick up her daughter. She held Vince so I could go and change my clothes and then she had to rush home to care for her sick son.

Beth and Taelynn were not sleeping. They were getting into things, and being the force to be reckoned with, that they are.

Like I said, Beth has been regressing with potty training. I went into my room to change a second time (Vince was not happy with that outfit choice, either), and found a puddle as well as poop on my floor. At this point, I was just so tired and the previous day's drama caught up with me, and I did something I didn't find easy.

I sat down on the couch. Beth was making more of a mess in the kitchen, and I didn't have the strength or energy to correct her. Jack and Taelynn were asleep, thankfully. Vince threw up on me again. And I just sat there, holding a bowl under his chin for him to throw up in, and I started to cry. It was so hard, yet nothing was so very difficult. It isn't like I have never dealt with vomit before, or cranky kids, or cleaned up bathroom stuff. I have done all of that. Many times. I really don't know why I couldn't cope with it yesterday, but I couldn't.

I called Jeffrey. He didn't answer.

I called Adrienne and hoped that she wouldn't answer because I didn't want to ask for help, even though I needed help.

She didn't answer.

I cried some more from relief and a tiny bit of disappointment. I didn't know how I would ask her for help, anyway. I didn't need help. I just needed... help.

I sat and pondered my situation a little more, and before I really realized it, I had called Lisa. I tripped over my words, clumsily explained that I was fine, I didn't need help, and she rushed right over. Because she is the greatest.

Adrienne called me. I explained to her that I was fine and just losing my mind, but really, I was fine.

Lisa showed up and held Vince so I could change my clothes and clean up my room from Beth's present. I then pulled out the Lysol and went crazy on everything either his spit or his vomit had touched. And then Adrienne showed up. Because I didn't need help, and she knew that it was a big fat lie, and even though I was very capable of coping on my own, in my own way (which at this point would have been huddled up fetal style beneath the table), she should just come over anyway.

My two dear friends held babies and talked me down from my ledge of crazy, and even helped me straighten up my kitchen a bit! And then they were off, as quickly as they had come. Because kids were getting home from school, so they needed to be home.

The rest of the day went much smoother after that.

Keith and I took a gift to his school teacher because she wasn't going to be at school today. We then went and got dinner at a place that was doing a school fundraiser for their school. All in all, it was a good close to a very difficult day.

Today was so much better. Again, nothing great happened. I took the baby to the doctor's office. They said it is either the tail end of the original virus, or the beginnings of a new virus. Here's hoping it is the tail end!

I'm so glad I am sane again, though. Just saying.

While Surveying the Smoking Ruins

* * * Written December 10th * * *

This life is so we can have experiences and learn lessons.

A valuable lesson I have learned is how to just laugh.

Because life sometimes blows up, and that is all you can do,bwhile standing in the rubble and surveying your smoking kingdom.

Thursday was just a hard day. The kids were having such a rough day! There was an unbelievable amount of hitting, and name calling, and telling fibs. Crying, and tantrums, and the whole bit that happens during a full moon, or when the weather changes. The girls were at each other's throats, and I was just tired. Plain and simple tired.

I had book club to go to, and I very nearly didn't go. I was so tired, and could feel that I was coming down with a cold. I wanted nothing more than my bed. But I convinced myself that I actually needed to go since we were doing the cookie exchange and it was my idea in the first place. And we were discussing a lovely classic, which as you well know, is my genre. And so I mustered up the emotional strength and I went out into the snow.  It was magical. It was everything I needed to catch my breath and start a new day. Which was a very good thing. 

Vince woke up in the night just sad. He didn't feel well. He then puked all over Jeffrey. And I mean allllll over him. My poor baby. But it was quite funny. I mean, it was funny to me. Jeffrey didn't think it was funny, but I am still laughing about it, and so very grateful that it was on him and not me! Mister Vinster proceeded to have a terrible night of not much sleep, which of course meant that I didn't sleep. I was supposed to go to a school thing for Faye, but I couldn't take a sick baby there. Happily, Jeffrey's mother went in my place so Faye was fine with it. Instead, I went to the doctor.

Vince has a gastro-intestinal virus. Yesterday was full of vomiting, and the next few days will be diarrhea. Which has already began to come to pass. My doctor has a great sense of humor and as we were leaving, he said, "Great. See you next week with your other kids." We are sanitizing hands like fiends around here. We are putting every poopy diaper in a grocery sack and then taking that outside so as to keep the germs out of the house...

...However, Beth isn't helping one bit.

She has just now done some serious regression and I can't figure out why.

Today, for the third time, she has found a quiet corner of carpet and done her business there. What the what? What is going through that girl's head? How on earth am I going to stop this? Sigh. I hate this part of parenting. She thinks she is cute and funny. She isn't understanding how awful it is.

And she is cute. Just not when she does that.

She is funny. But not when she does that.


She has also recently been a little... pill. She had an accident the other day, and so took off her wet undies. She then went over to Faye, bent over, waggled her bum in the air and said in a sing-song voice, "Faye, welcome to the naked bummy show!"

It is a very good thing I was in the other room because I lost it. I laughed so hard! And then I corrected her, of course. Because we can't stand for that sort of behavior on a regular basis, but my goodness, that girl makes me laugh so much. She was playing with her friend Katie the other day and I overheard her saying, "Pretend we lost our girls to Folk music," and then they got in a doll car and drove away. What?! Where does she come up with this stuff? She is so stinking funny! Who knew folk music could be so hard core? Hahaha! 

And so, you see the conundrum. Because she IS funny. She just walked in my room while I was typing this and said, "Mama, I got married today!" She then proceeded to tell me that her other parents who work at the dentist office and play with the toys all day are the ones who paid for it, and she even has a ring.

There is a reason I love the toddler and preschool age so much!

Last night, after dinner, Keith and I cuddled on my bed and watched The Christmas Orange.

I laughed repeatedly throughout the movie because Keith kept wailing, "Why did they have to make this movie so sad?!" He is so tender hearted, that boy. When it was over, we had to watch an episode of Animaniacs so he could laugh and not be sad anymore. 

Keith is the one who made dinner, though. He made corn dogs, and we ate them in my bed while watching the show and cuddling Vince. I was so exhausted from having only gotten 2 hours of sleep the night before. The show got over, the kids went to bed, and I was just snuggling down in my blankets when I heard a constant beeping going off. At first I thought it was from the show, but then realized there was no show on. I jumped up and ran to the kitchen and saw that there was an error on the display of my oven. It was crazy hot, and there was a crackling noise coming from inside the oven. I opened the oven door, and ran down to talk to Jeffrey and see if he could remember where we had placed the manual. Instead, he went upstairs and merely unplugged it. 

After that, I got a little slap happy. I was laughing at simply everything!

I am so glad that this is the lesson I learn from all of this:

Laugh amidst the rubble of life.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

My Kingdom for a Shower!

When I was a kid, I completely romanticized motherhood. But what little girl doesn't? I mean, no one pretends that their baby doll has just had a serious diaper blow out, or that they are covered in spit up, or that somehow, the baby managed to pee into their mouth (yep, that happened to me a few weeks ago during diaper change). No little girl pretends that she hasn't had a shower in about a week, feels slightly haggard, and desperately longs for a quiet moment to herself. It just doesn't happen. When playing dolls, little girls pretend to feed the baby, rock the baby, sing to the baby, and sometimes play catch with the baby, or use said baby as a weapon when an older brother comes along and is bothering them. 

As it should be. Because those moments dwarf the less convenient times of being a mother.

I completely love babies. They are just precious, and funny, and sweet, and a big ball full of cuddles, and I am so thankful that I get to play with two of them every single day, despite the minor hiccups. Not only do I get to watch Brynlee and Taelynn every day, but I get to play with their 4 month old little brother, Jack. He is such a good baby! He lays in the bouncer, doing little baby crunches, trying to sit up, but not quite ready to. I did sit him up on the floor yesterday and took a picture to send to his mom. 

That little dude is impatient to keep up with his sisters and will be mobile before long! But he is so good! He lays in that bouncer, and he just grins. He smiles, and he grins, and he does that all day long! And he has the sweetest little crooked smile that will just melt your heart to see. 

Vince adores Jack. He gets so excited when Jack comes over, and rushes over to see him in the car seat. Of course, he wants to mush Jack's face, so there is constant vigilance when Vince is roaming the room and Jack is on the floor. Vince seems to have a Jack radar and always finds his way over to be by him. And I adore it. Every single moment of it. I find myself constantly thinking that I must be the luckiest woman alive, to have such sweet little babies to fill my days.

Today was one of the days that little girls don't romanticize, though. It wasn't a bad day, please don't misunderstand. It was a lovely day, it just didn't go how I had planned. I had one goal for today, and I had been trying the whole day to reach that goal, but things kept coming up.

If nothing else happened today, I was going to get a shower. At some point in time. I can't decide if it is funny or sad that I actually have to schedule in a shower into my schedule, but there you have it.

When I went to bed last night I sat down and looked at my planner. I made note of the things I had going on. Babysit, check. visit my friend who just had a baby, check. Bake bread, check. It seemed like today was going to be a fairly simple day. There was just one thing that I really wanted to do all day. I didn't care if nothing else got done, I was going to feel clean!

Vince didn't have a great night last night. I really have to be more careful about what table food I give him. I feel like it might by hurting his stomach. Potatoes apparently don't agree with him much. Or it could possibly be the butter that I used in the mashed potatoes and forgot about until 3 in the morning when he was sobbing in my arms for no apparent reason. In 45 minute increments for the rest of the night. He finally fell into a good sleep around 5:45. I collapsed onto my bed exhausted, and woke up when Beth came into my room at 7:20 this morning. I groaned and asked her to go and wake Keith and Faye. She takes great delight in waking them up, so she scampered out of the room and turned her bedroom light into a strobe, trying to get Faye out of bed. Keith came up on his own.

We barely got out the door on time,

I hurried home to babysit, but found out that that had been postponed. "Perfect!" I thought, "I can get Vince down for his morning nap, and then jump in and have a quick shower before the kids get here."
Except Vince wanted to play instead of sleep. And so I paced the house, sang every lullaby in my repetoire, and played with him for a bit on the floor. He wasn't going to have it. But then finally, he did fall asleep! 5 minutes before the kids showed up.  Jack usually sleeps for 3 hours in the morning and at least 1 in the afternoon. But he hadn't had his nap yet, so I was excited. Maybe I could get him to sleep, and all of the kids could go down for their naps at the same time and I could do it! But Jack had other plans. He just didn't want to sleep. He stayed awake the whole entire time he was at my house. That has never happened before! He is such a good sleeper, normally, I couldn't figure it out! They were both very good and happy, so it wasn't a stressful afternoon at all, I just wish they had slept because I really needed them to. Which is precisely why they didn't.

I did impress myself, though. I was able to bottle feed two babies at the same time! Vince has started drinking a little bit of juice and water before bed, and Jack takes formula. Sometimes they need to eat at the same time, and it has been very stressful in those moments. Today, I figured it out. 

Tandem feedings, and keeping Vince's elbow out of Jack's eye.

But then my friend came and picked up her kids. I rocked Vince again, and got him down again. Success! I looked at the clock and saw that I had about 5 minutes before the bigger kids got home. I had to be there to tell them to be quite and to not wake Vince or Beth. They were both napping. 

They woke Vince. 

And so, I made some snacks, and tried to devise a way to get a moment away, uninterrupted. 

Hahaha! Because that never happens!

Eventually, Jeffrey got home from work, and I still had not reached the one goal I was desperate to get for the day. I mentioned that to Jeffrey, and like always, he came rushing to my aid on his white stallion, his armor so shiny! He scooped up Vince, took over dinner preparations (we had chips and salsa, apparently), and banished me until I felt like I smelled better. He gave me a hug and told me that I smell wonderful, but should go and reach my goal if that would make me feel better. What a catch he is!

I reached my goal today. Barely, and it was a lot of hard work, but I feel fantastic now! My hair is super frizzed out because I used baking soda for shampoo today, and vinegar and water for conditioner. It is super frizzed out, but it feel so soft and clean, and that is what I was going for. I can handle a bit of frizz.

Tomorrow: Why I cancelled Christmas.

Monday, December 5, 2016

O Tannenbaum

I put up the Christmas tree today.

It always seems to be the last part of Christmas that I get assembled. But I got it up, and then I let the three year old girls have at it. They had SO much fun decorating it, and I had even more fun watching them!

First I explained to them the importance of not putting the ornaments all in one spot or the tree might get too heavy there and tip over. I tried to help them understand that they would need to space them out, and try to put them all over the place.

They both rolled their eyes, and told me they knew it already.

And they really thought they did. They went at it with gusto!

It was a science.

When we first started, they would stand back, appraising the tree with the ornament in their hands. Beth would walk around the tree, slowly, with a careful eye, trying to gauge best where to put the next ornament. She would put it lovingly onto the branches, and step back and admire her work before rushing back to me and the pile of ornaments that I was detangling. Taelynn would follow Beth around the tree, impatiently, waiting for her to place her ornament, so she could put hers right next to Beth's. And when I say right next to, I am talking same branch, same spot. They did this for a little while, and then Taelynn got tired of waiting for Beth. She went around systematically filling up each branch on the bottom level. Putting as many ornaments on each branch that she could fit. I was in fits of laughter watching them!

When Keith and Faye got home, I told them they would need to fix the tree. Which of course, was the greatest thing to hear upon entering the house after school! I haven't been down to see it yet, but I am sure it looks a lot better.

I don't really care what the Christmas tree looks like, honestly. The kids have fun decorating and re-decorating it all season long, and I figure that is sort of the point of it, right? I mean, why have a tree that they can't touch or take pride in? It all started our first Christmas here. I was trying to get unpacked, and we only had 4 days before Christmas when we moved in, so I told the kids to have at it. And then the next year I miscarried and we were trying to get Jeffrey to finish the semester and were crazy stressed over getting his thesis in, so I didn't feel like/have time to decorate the tree so they once again had free reign. And then last year I was sick because I was pregnant (and hadn't heard of Plexus yet), so it has sort of become a tradition for them, and it is something they look forward to. And I love that it is one of the many things on my list that I don't have to do anymore! I just have to put it up and take it down. It is pre-lit, and I thank the wonderful person who came up with that concept!

One step closer to the big night! Now for the dreaded gift wrapping. If only I could get them to do that as well. Smigh.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Collecting the Moments One by One

***This was written November 17th. I have no idea why I didn't post it.***

I love my life!

As I sit in my reading chair listening to the wind whip faded leaves against my windows and the crows calling to one another, gently patting Vince's back as he snuggles in close, content and happy with a full belly, I marvel at my life. How is it that I get to live the life of my dreams? How am I so lucky that I can do exactly what it is that I have always wanted to do?

All growing up, I just wanted to be a mom. I wanted to play with my kids and have a house to take care of and a truly stellar husband to adore. Somehow, I must have been a very good girl because several times every day I catch myself thinking, "I love my life!" I love chasing Beth around and making her laugh. I love the sweet snuggles Vince gives as he is drifting off to sleep. I love that my house is finally mostly clean. I can live with mostly clean because it is so much easier to get all the way clean quickly. 

Nothing noteworthy or very interesting happened today, and I am still so happy to be where I am in life.   Beth makes me laugh all the time, though. She found Vince's bottle of apple juice, and decided she wanted to taste it. Except it was a bottle that had rolled under the couch, so it had been there for a few days. I told her to put it in the sink because if we gave it to Vince, it would get him sick. With her hand on her hip and her head tilted defiantly she retorted, "I'm not sick." in a very offended voice. I told her I knew she wasn't sick but if she drank that old juice she might get sick. I just love the sass that came out of her, though. Like she was offended that I would dare to suggest Vince would get sick drinking from the bottle after she drank from it, completely missing the part where I told her that it was full of germs because it had been sitting beneath the couch for a few days.

My days with the quiet of just my children are numbered because very soon I will be watching my friend's kids again. But that is nice, too, because there will be 2 three year olds, which means double trouble, or they can keep each other busy while I attend to the 8 month old and the 3 month old. And then their 6 year old gets here after school shortly after my kids get home, and they play for an hour before all the kids go home. So there is all of the instant friend thing going on, and it makes me happy to see my children learning and interacting with other kids. Besides, I adore those kids, and they just add to my joy and contentment...

...and chaos, and grey hairs, etc. But I will gladly take it! What a blessing it is that I get these extra kids to come into my home and be friends with my kids, and I get to just laugh with them all the live long day. I am simply spoiled rotten, I tell you!

And I am again reminded of the song Mushaboom by Fiest. Especially the line where she says, "Collecting the moments one by one
Guess that's how the living's done."