When you give a boy a camera
He’s going to take a lot of pictures of the entry way rug.
And when he’s taken pictures of the rug,
he’s going to notice the door.
And when he’s taken pictures of the front door,
he’s going to want to take the camera outside.
Once he’s outside, he’s going to take pictures of the sky.
When he’s done looking up, he’s going to look down
and take pictures of his feet.
Those feet are leading him to the van.
He’s going to get in the van with the camera.
While his mom drives him to watch his sister’s swim lessons,
he’s going to take pictures of his siblings.
He’s going to take pictures of his knees.
When he arrives at swim lessons, he’s going to take pictures out the window.
Which reminds his Mommy that he has the camera and the camera gets taken away.
Which causes him to cry.
He cries during swim lessons, which makes Mommy forget to take pictures of his sister.
So if you want pictures of Sister swimming,
You should give the boy a camera.
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It’s a good thing we have a little voice to tell us how our food is. Heaven knows we’d never be able to tell on our own.
“Pirate, is your dinner too hot?”
“It’s not hot! It’s yummy!”
“Pirate, watch out, it’s spicy!”
“It’s not spicy! It’s yummy!”
“Pirate, you’re spilling!”
“I not spilling. It’s yummy!”
“Pirate, don’t eat that! It’s yucky!”
“It’s not yucky! It’s yummy!”
“Don’t lick that. Yucky!”
“I not lick. It’s yummy!”
Last night, Pirate threw up every half hour until about 4:30am. While he slept on the floor in the living room surrounded by blankets and towels, I “rested” on the couch. I set my alarm for 35 minutes and sat up, got the bucket handy and caught the puke in one fluid motion. It was amazing how regular he was. Once he was done and had some water or juice and was settled, I rinsed the bucket, washed my hands, put lotion on, turned on my alarm, and snoozed for a bit.
Needless to say, I am tired. So. Very. Tired.
It reminds me of how I felt with a newborn. That fuzzy haze that seems to cloud your whole day. The difference today, was that with a newborn, you have a cute tiny baby who only needs to eat and be changed. I have 2 toddlers in the throws of “NO! I do it self!”
Today was not pretty. I also did not nap while the boys napped because I was too paranoid of missing Butterfly’s pick up. I did nap for about an hour around 6pm, which is why I’m up now.
Can’t think of how to end this so I’ll just say this: Good-night!
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After a very bismol night with Professor (he was up and down, crying about a fever, I finally brought him to bed with me around 2am where he climbed all over me all night and whimpered) I was resting in my bed with Professor. Butterfly was getting ready for school. Pirate was playing nearby the bed and Juice was in the shower.
BIG BRIGHT FLASH.
What?! What was that?! Pirate looked shocked and sorry at the same time. And I knew he had done something! Turns out he had plugged in my ipod charger and then tried to put the part that is supposed to go into the ipod into the socket. He wasn’t hurt, but the poor cord is no more.
Thank you Grandma’s Parking Angels.
He was cross. And crabby. And cranky all day long. And then, as we’re headed up to get ready for bed, he turned to me and threw up. All over me. And then he continued to do it for several more minutes. Black beans and tortilla do not look good coming back up. Especially when it’s all over you.
Once he was done and I wiped off the bigger chunks, I took him upstairs for a bath. Juice got the other kids ready for bed and we put them all in their room. I sat down on the couch to do my weekly phone call with my mom. Then Pirate started crying again. Another bath, I made the decision to move him to the floor in the living room to give the other kids a break. So far, he’s thrown up every half hour for the past 2 hours. It’s going to be a long night.
Good thing he’s so cute!
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We went to church as a whole family today! It’s the first time in 3 weeks we’ve all been. And we were on time. We were on time enough to listen to the prelude music from the organ. Professor, pulled out a hymn book, opened to a page with music on it (not just writing) and proceeded to sing. With gusto.
“Ah wehh ohh doo la pu! Moooo peee!”
We had everyone around us chuckling. Until the opening song.
Then Professor really belted it out. Pirate joined him and everyone had to have their own hymn book.
Then people were visably laughing at our virtuoso. Uncle MusicMan would be so proud.
Edited to add: Another funny saying I thought of after I published this: Professor wants to be carried. Everywhere. And he doesn’t just ask to be carried, he stops dead in his tracks, gets a very worried look on his face and says, “Legs broken!”
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Today I took the boys to Butterfly’s school for a little Thanksgiving party that they do every year. They go into the cafeteria for different stations that have a Thanksgiving Theme. They asked if I could help, and I asked if I could bring the boys. Mrs. Madeline said yes! So off we went.
We started of in the cooking station. Here, the kids were making corn bread muffins. And here we also see that my daughter is a genius at math. The teacher was talking about thirds and explaining that we needed 1 cup of corn meal mix. And since she only had a 1/3 cup, how many scoops would we need to do? Butterfly piped up, “Three!” Then, while we were counting how many scoops we were putting in, she asked how many more we needed. “Two!” called out Butterfly. And she was right. What a smart girl!
Anyway, after the corn bread making, we did a craft. We made toilet paper roll turkeys. The kids thought this was great, especially Pirate. He would not let go of his turkey once we got home. I’ve had to re-glue the thing about 4 times, but it’s holding up rather well. For a toilet paper roll.
Then we went to play a game (which I won’t go into here). After the game, we went to the other craft table and they made American Indian headbands and feathers. SO cute! Pirate was so proud of his and wore it all day today. (Professor wanted nothing to do with it. I think he might be getting sick.) At this station, Mrs. Madeline asked if the boys were left handed. Professor is. He has a very defined preference for his left hand. But Pirate is still going back and forth between both hands. Butterfly is still going back and forth between both hands.
It was a fun morning for us and it was great to see Butterfly at school.
Tonight at dinner, Pirate finished early and went to play in the other room (with his little green feather bobbing after him). We had just pulled out or Thanksgiving Little People set and the kids have been fighting over the Mayflower. (My fwower! My Fwower!) Pirate came running back into the dining room asking Daddy to put on the little back pack we have. Then he came in with a very sad face and a little person in his hand. It’s the Indian with a baby on it’s back in a papoose. Pirate pointed at his back and said, “Baby?”
Of course Juice got him a doll and put it in Pirate’s backpack. And of course I took a picture of it!
I love how the boys are starting to play. They are growing up so fast!
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Pirate has a book he LOVES to have read to him. I have to hide it because once he finds it, I read it over and over and over. It’s called the Very Busy Spider. He knows all the words and when I’ve read it enough, he sits and reads it to himself.
And every single time he gets to the end, he shuts the book and throws it across the room, squealing. Then he looks at me, laughs, and says, “Spider tickle me!”
Cracks me up every. single. time.
He is a very busy boy, though. He is my instigator. He acts all innocent and cute and then whacks a sibling (or a friend) and goes right back to being cute. I see him wander around looking at all the toys and then, just like a spider, he starts spinning his web of destruction. He yanks a toy here. Runs away to there. Hides the toy. Hits with the toy. Throws it out the dog door. He slams doors open, opens the fridge and walks away from it, and is general havoc.
But then he is the one who loves to snuggle. Who gives the best hugs ever. Who tells me I do a good job every time I buckle everyone into the car. He’s the one that is asking about the other 2 kids and is lonely without them. He squeals really high pitched and runs with his hands out next to his side. I call this his jazz hands run.
Such a cute Boo we have!
Happily joining up with Lolli and showing off a good picture I took. This is from when we were in Utah. (I have not taken any pictures this week…no one wants to see snot covered kids crying!)
My little Pirate is so observant. He’s the one that found this snail and was happy to be showing off his discovery. Butterfly is standing right next to him and at one point held the snail too. That is, until the snail came out of it’s shell and looked at her. With one eye. That was enough to send her back into the house.
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Dear Sweet Pirate,
You are so sweet. And yet, you are so ruthless. My little imp in sheep’s clothing. You who boldly take your brother’s bike and make your brother cry. Then you stand up and pat the seat, inviting him to sit so you can push. Because it was only when Daddy suggested to Professor that he push, that you got up. And yes, you can push your brother around on your new bike (there are 2 but one was outside).Speaking of outside, guess where I found you yesterday? Outside. Out front. And the door was shut and locked! How did you get out front? Did I mention that I left our front window open? Yeah. The screen was pushed kind of neatly over in it’s tracks. I can’t believe you climbed out. I really shouldn’t be surprised. You are the one who climbs out of the dog door. You are the one who climbs onto the kitchen counters. You are the one who makes the most trouble.
You are also the one who is so super sweet. You give out a tiny scream every time you hear a car when we are walking across the road. You have the sweetest little “Hi!” and I love how you find things and say, “A-ha!” You don’t say many words. You do say car, boon (balloon), puppy, Nana, MINE, roora (brother), sissa, Mommy, Daddy, uh-oh, stuck, monkey, and a lot of grunting and pointing. You are so expressive though. I seem to understand you a lot more than I understand your brother. You also do a lot of sign language. It’s hard to mistake what you want when you throw a covered bowl of macaroni and cheese at me and say, “uh! uh!”
Speaking of macaroni and cheese, you love it. You are one good eater. But you really don’t like breakfast. You love any kind of noodle. You also love hot dogs, crackers, chicken, strawberries, actually any kind of fruit, and cheese. I think cheese is your favorite. You also love bread and fruit snacks. You go bananas over fruit snacks.
Your favorite game right now is to run away from me. You pound away on those long sturdy legs, laughing. Your big wide mouth open and your big hazel eyes sparkling back at me as I go chasing after you. Crazy kid. For as much as you love breaking the rules (see the window escape above) you love following the rules. Everything has a place and everything in it’s place. You get upset when things are out of their place.
What a fun kid you are. I am so excited to see what next year will bring!
P and P birthday, Pirate
After unsuccessfully keeping him down yesterday and this morning, I think he woke up from his nap sore. He was cross. He only wanted Mommy. So we all sat and watched movies this afternoon and he peed all over me. (His diaper is worn looser because of where the incision is…and it’s prone to leaking. He had to have 3 outfits today because of it!)
I’ve been very on top of the whole pain medication thing. I can tell when we’re getting close to the next dose though. He starts to get really cranky, cries a lot, and big circles show up under his eyes. Poor baby! I hope that he starts to feel really better soon because I’m really hurting to see him hurting.
This morning I went to get them out of their cribs and he said, “Uh-oh!” So I went over expecting to see something (not sure what now) and he looks up at me and said, “ow!” and started to bawl. It was so heart wrenching. I swooped him up (soggy pjs and all) and just held him and rocked until he stopped crying.
This also put out Professor who is used to spending all morning in my arms and he was cross and cranky with me too. And Butterfly was so sweet this morning petting Pirate’s head and getting him toys. But the sweetness wore off and by the evening she was a whining mess. I know she just wants attention. They all do. But sadly, Pirate needs me the most. Right now, the rest will have to deal.
I took Professor to the store with me this evening after Juice got home. What a good little boy he is! I guess I never realized how well behaved he is for me. He just stays really close, follows me where ever I go, and is happy not to touch things. It’s so funny to me that I’m JUST noticing this with him. I guess when I go out I’m so worried about keeping everyone in line, I didn’t realize that I didn’t need to keep him in line. A fun discovery.
The last of our huge snow pile melted today. The crocuses are blooming and the grass is greening up. It won’t be long till all the trees are in bloom and spring will be here. It’s been over 70 degrees the last few days. So beautiful! I’m hoping that we’ll make it to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom this year.
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