The Mullet

Collin had a Mullet.
So we cut it.

He wanted a mohawk.
So I cut one.
He cried.
I shaved the back of the mohawk.
He cried some more.
This was the finished product.
Today he's liking it a little more.
The kids at school called him a rock star.
What's not to like?

Why??

Me: It's been a week Tom, do you think I should make a doctor's appointment for Talin's eye? I mean we've tried cream and Benadryl, it's not going away.
Tom: I think it's fungal.
Me: That is so gross.
Talin: I hate going to school, people keep asking me what's wrong with my eye!
Me: Why? Why? Why? Why?

Are my children the only ones that seem to constantly contract the weirdest types of rashes and infections?

Oh, and this is the picture of Talin with his haircut he got today.
He insisted we not cut his bangs.
Tom protested.
I gave in.
He thinks it cool.
I think it's interesting to see what he believes to be cool.
And tomorrow I might post the pictures of Collin's haircut that had him in hysterics.

Swimsuit Shopping

I hate swimsuits.

I hate swimming.

Today I bought a swimsuit.

I think I need my head examined.

This is what it looks like.

Now I only need to drop twenty more pounds before I'll feel comfortable wearing it in public.

Last Saturday

Tom and I had a nice Saturday this past weekend. We started off with an early morning wake up call (5:30) to get ready and drive to the Omaha Temple. We dropped the kids off at the stake center to be babysat and headed over to the temple where we did initiatories. It was really lovely to go and feel the peace and spirit there.
When we were done Tom asked if I would mind driving over to The Bass Pro Shop in town, it would probably be our last chance to check it out. So over we went. People really stare at you when you’re wearing heels and a dress in public. Is it that shocking?? Maybe in a sporting store, but seriously people, do you have to stare?
After that we started to head home but the kids kept complaining that they were hungry, despite my well-packed food options for them. So we stopped at Village Inn for some lunch. Not great. Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve been out to Village Inn and I don’t think I’ll be returning anytime soon. Tom keeps calling me a food snob. Maybe I am.
We finally got home at around 4:30. Just enough time to bathe the boys, all three, stop by the grocery store for four dozen cookies and head to the church for a night of scouting. Tom is a scout leader, so we enjoyed a baked potato bar and ward company, which is always fun. We ended up leaving early, after Caleb puked all over the floor and Tom’s dry clean only jacket. Nice.
When we got home we put the kids to bed and put on some snazzy duds to head out to DMU’s Gala. Yes, I went to a gala. Pretty interesting. And we did have someone sit at the house while we left, for those of you worried, we didn’t tuck the kids in and run away for the night! It was a nice evening; they had a live band, awesome food and a great atmosphere for my people watching skills. And people are worth watching. I think I’m pretty sheltered because I never cease to be amazed at what grown women will wear out in public, some of this stuff should be illegal. I do wish I had taken pictures, of Tom and I that is, not the scantily dressed women. I didn’t have anything fabulous I was wearing, I wore what I like to call my little Audrey Hepburn dress, and Tom looked great in his suit, so we were feeling quite fabulous. But pictures are always great reminders, especially when you go to a gala. It was nice to get out.

I cut his hair

As I finished up Tom says, "This isn't was I was envisioning when you said you'd cut his hair".
"This is all I can do", was my reply.

So he says, "I'm proud of you."

And I sniffled back the loss of those long locks.

And he really doesn't look that different. So I feel as though I won. I satisfied my husband and all those other people insisting I cut Caleb's hair, even the neighbor had his two cents in the argument.

Yep, he's still my little boy.

With some extra wiggles, we're still adjusting to that.

Too Long

It's been too long since I've blogged. Things have been happening, I just haven't had the desire to document anything. Like yesterday, the boys were home from school and in the closet. All three. See the picture? They were writing things like "No Moms" and "No Girls", and taping it around their room and on their door. While I went around with a head cold taring down the injustice of such statements. I'm so outnumbered these days.

Speaking of being outnumbered, in all seriousness Tom said to me the other day, "I think in a year we should start thinking about having another baby." Who are you and what have you done with my husband? The thought is a little scary during this season of my life.

Now Friday was a frightening day. There I am making the rounds to the Valentine's day parties for the boys. My last one was with Talin's 1st grade class. They were so much fun and I enjoyed the worshipping hugs and gazes from the kids. So funny. "Are you really Talin's mom?" Um yeah...apparently you don't have to do or be much to be popular around there.

Anyway, we skipped out a few minutes before the bell to head home, mainly because it was snowing, Talin's school parking lot is a mini nightmare, and I had a dentist appointment in an hour on the other side of town I needed to emotionally prepare myself for.
We come over the last big hill that my house sits in the middle of, and there is a school bus, stuck in the middle of the street in the ice. Oh, and there go my breaks locking up, propelling me at a quicker speed than I'd like to be going, heading straight for the bus. In a last ditch effort to slow the car down I turned onto the embankment, almost flipping the car in the process, and fly over a couple of huge embankment bumps, before the car adequately slows enough to tap the end of the bus. If you can call it a tap. My car is still in tact. My emotional well being was shot. So many thoughts, thank goodness we're not flipped, thank goodness Tom is running towards me right now, oh no, is he going to be mad?, and thank goodness I have a great excuse to not go to the dentist now.

Car is moved out of the way down the hill, the school bus has driven off, not even knowing that I rear-ended it. We start walking back into the house when another car comes down and does a couple of circles and stops on the side of the street, and then another, and then another hits the second car. And then a bronco comes flying down, hits the second car again, and then hits the third car, which originally hit the second car. Busts up the third car pretty well, makes it to the bottom of the hill and drives off. Are you still with me? Then more cars come, it's like watching a scene from a movie. We don't have all day, so I'll make it short.

We're all standing there offering emotional support and a warm house to wait in to these people, when we see the school bus (yes, the SAME school bus I originally hit) at the top of the hill. Thank goodness he's at a dead stop and not coming down the hill, oh wait, he's starting to slide at a dead stop?? Yeah, and quite quickly, almost running one of the women over in the process and ending up in our neighbors yard hitting his tree and the power pole.

And then the pile up started to happen. Below is the picture to prove it. There were two more cars that ended up in the chaos after I shot this picture.

It all started at around 3:00, and by 5:30 everyone was pretty much cleared out and going home. The only thing that couldn't be cleared out was the school bus. They worked on it until one in the morning and finally went home unsuccessful. This is what it looked like Saturday morning. By Saturday at noon they managed to tow it off.

The craziness doesn't stop there. After we had our home back to ourselves and fed the kids and calmed our nerves, we discovered something awful. Caleb's g-tube had been pulled out. So there's my baby with a nasty hole in his stomach. Yes, a hole leading into my child's guts!! I could hardly look at the black abyss. We knew we needed to get it fixed quickly, because the hole can close up in hours and then you must perform surgery, and we know how horrendous that was back in October. So we dropped the kids off at the neighbors, and ran to the ER. At the ER I asked to be taught how to insert the new g-tube, the nurse kindly obliged and I steeled my nerves to look and learn. Not so bad.

So here I am, head cold and all and ready to stop going for once, or at least for the excitement of my life to calm down. I'm just hoping that when I move to Arizona that I can have an ice free, squirrel free, medical emergency free, tree-falling free year.

The past week

Oh Happy Day!

Sunny skies and fifty degree weather called for a celebration. So the boys built a snowman. It was so perfect and cute. (thanks to Amy's "build a snowman" bucket that she sent our first year here)

Unfortunately he melted and crashed twenty minutes later. Thank goodness we got pictures.

The sled run in our backyard was extra slick and fast thanks to the thaw.

It was a great Saturday.
First thing in the morning we took the kids downtown for a dig in the snow for prizes, sponsored by the Iowa Winter Games. The kids had a great time, and found lots of little treasures and candy, and even won a t-shirt. There were some big prizes to be had, but no luck. Talin and Collin didn't even notice, they enjoyed their little things.

Afterwards we remembered we had signed up to clean the ward building (thanks to a reminder phone call). We knew that if we went home we would struggle with leaving the comfort of home to go out and clean. So we drove straight there, set the boys up in the nursery to play, and Tom and I cleaned. It was actually a really nice experience. And I enjoyed doing the service.

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And blogger likes me today, so here are some of the pictures from last week I'd wanted to post.

My two babies at Costco, who are both getting monstrous, they were so cute in the cart together. Pictures of the basketball game from last week.

Talin, I swear this boy is going to be the ladies man, he is just so darn handsome! And he continues to be an example to me. So yesterday morning he comes into our room and asks if today is fast Sunday. I tell him yes it is. He then asks if he could fast today. So Tom sits down with him to make sure he understands what fasting is and why you fast. He knows, and wants to participate, so we let him. He started with his prayer and fasted all morning, without one complaint of a hungry belly. At one o'clock he broke his fast and had lunch. I was so impressed with him.

Now Collin comes into my room with a panicked look on his face asking if he has to fast. I tell him he doesn't need to start fasting until he's eight years old. Sigh of relief. While Tom is explaining to Talin about fasting, Collin says to him, "I don't want to fast, I want to eat fast!"

And I know I should stop with the black mail pictures, but Talin is asking for it. After soaking his clothes while playing outside on Saturday, he was told to go inside and change into something dry. This is what he was discovered doing a few minutes later. Wow.
This past week has been another busy week, I know you're probably getting sick of hearing me say that. But the picture I was suppose to do for the Stake Relief Society was started on Tuesday. I really thought I had two weeks to complete this. So Wednesday night, I call up one of my favorite people (Sis. Greenwood), and ask her when they need the picture done. She tells me this weekend. What?!?! This weekend?! Her meeting is at 9:00 Saturday morning and she wants to take the picture with her to it. I tell her it can be done. And then I pray. A lot. The Lord must love me, cause I finished Friday afternoon. Here is a picture of the almost finished project, there were a few finishing touches added in. It's inevitable, I can't keep my hands off it.
And it looks much better in person, the picture of the picture doesn't look that great.

This week should hopefully calm down a little. No major obligations (well, if you don't count planning the Enrichment Birthday Party), just three therapy appointments!

No really, I love my life.

My life is busy.

So apparently blogger hates me. Or hates the idea of me posting more pictures of my incredibly good-looking children. What’s up with that? Probably jealousy. So I’m attempting a post with no pics, it’s been awhile so we’ll see how this goes.
First of all I feel this need to number my post, because I have so many different things to talk about, that I don’t want anyone to get confused, and numbering the paragraphs kind of helps, right?
1. Collin has formed an attachment to Michael Jackson, and before you get too worried let me explain. Awhile back I thought it would be very fun and reminiscent to order the Michael Jackson History video from Netflix. Well to my surprise it arrived yesterday, and I was all excitement to watch the old school videos and dancing and singing. So I put it on. Talin was interested for like five minutes and then disappeared upstairs to play on his own. Collin on the other hand watched the entire two-sided DVD in awe and amazement. Trying to imitate Michael’s smooth dance moves and asking how he can learn to dance like him, and drooling over the incredible moonwalk. It was amusing.
2. Last summer when I was pregnant with Caleb I let the boys play soccer at the YMCA. It was hell. After one game I was so upset I locked myself in the bathroom and cried for an hour, looking back I think it was probably the hormones. But anyway, I thought I’d give them a second chance this year, so I signed them up for indoor soccer. And I wish I could post the pictures, because then you could get a feel for how much fun it is to have your kids in sports. They are so cute and uncoordinated. And thank goodness it’s indoors, which means they can’t wander off into the foliage and pick flowers.
3. We took the boys to a minor league basketball game on Monday when they had the day off. And what’s really cool about this is that the team is the Iowa Energy, and they are affiliated with the Phoenix Suns, so the really good players get to go back and forth from the Suns team to their minor league team. Anyway, the kids had a great time and it was the perfect thing to kill the cabin fever we’re getting.
4. Mr. Caleb is doing really well lately. In fact he’s getting quite fat. He is now 17 pounds 11 ounces. I’m so proud of him. He gives me quite the work out hauling him around everywhere. And I’m becoming increasingly freaked out at the idea of him being a year old in two months, where has the time gone?
5. I have found myself increasingly busy lately. I would like a vacation, does that exist when you’re a mom? We are starting therapy for Caleb now. Thank goodness he doesn’t have to have physical therapy, which we previously thought. He only needs speech and occupational. But occupational comes every week, and twice every other week. On top of that there is speech, there is the home nurse Tanda coming every week, and the Early Access who comes every month to assess Caleb, and then the normal doctor’s appointments. My day timer is ridiculously full and my life line as well. And when you add in taking the kids to school and picking them up, which is three times a day, it becomes so incredibly hectic, and to think I wanted to start working out?! I still try to squeeze that in occasionally. On top of it I have been asked to do a drawing for the Stake Relief Society theme this year. The theme is something to the effect of “May the Savior Life You Up”, don’t quote me on that, I might be wrong. Well, I hardly feel capable of drawing the Savior, so I’ve opted to do a woman’s profile with her hand reaching up, and the Savior’s hand coming down to grasp hers. If it turns out somewhat decent I’ll post it. The real kicker is that I need it done soon, like in a couple of weeks!
6. I used to think it ridiculous that my Aunt Nina would bathe everyday for like an hour, not an exaggeration. And now I’m realizing why she had that need. With everything going on, my only escape as of late is to grandly announce that I’m going to take a bath. And then I sneak away with a good book and soak myself in warm bubbles and forget that I’m a person for a while. I totally understand the bathing escape, and I don’t even have six kids, five of whom are boys, like she did!

My attempt at blogging today...

We USED to like squirrels.

They were great entertainment for Caleb during the day.
Until yesterday.

It came down the chimney.

I screamed.

I sealed up the chimney as best I could.
I waited two hours for animal control to come while listening to squirrel chatter.

He came.

He wasn't very good at catching squirrels.

It jumped over his head.

Peed on my carpet.

Ran behind my couch.

Knocked over my pictures.

Scaled my blinds.

And was finally caught.



Then another one fell out of the chimney.

Ran around my couch.

Was caught much quicker.

Did not want to let go of my adorable leopard blanket.

Had to have each little claw peeled off the blanket.

Squirrel hair everywhere.



There was a lot of screaming.

I have thoroughly sprayed every corner in my living room with Lysol.

Oh the adventures we've had in Iowa.

(Most of the screaming was done by Collin who was discovered locked in my bedroom upstairs with the laundry basket covering the door, hiding under my comforter with Caleb in his arms. What a man.)

Another Morning in my Life

The kids are home.

It's -15 degrees outside. Yes you read that correctly, -15!

(and yes, I'm shouting that in my head right now)

My house is a disaster.
The boys are watching Harry Potter downstairs, after a scrumptious breakfast of whole-wheat waffles. (I'll have to post this incredible recipe sometime in the future)

I haven't showered, I'm not sure that's in the future today, except for the fact that the home nurse Tanda is coming over in two hours, and my current bra-less, pajama wearing, crazy hair state might frighten her.

Caleb is finally sleeping.

I'll only write the follow information about this morning if people promise not to freak out and call CPS on us.

Caleb woke up at 6:30 this morning with his cord wrapped around his neck three times. Yes, you read that correctly as well, THREE TIMES!!

(and once again I'm shouting that in my head)

Then he proceeded to vomit, again and again.

I know, but what am I suppose to do?? The kid has to be hooked up to a 12-hour drip feed overnight, and I can't sleep by his crib to make sure nothing goes awry during the night. What to do....what to do?

And then when Tom was bathing him I started to change his sheets only to discover a monstrous spider residing in his crib!

I learned something.
NEVER leave a monstrous spider to go into the bathroom to beg your husband to go back into the room to kill spider. Spider will have left the premises by that time and found a new home. I have chills with this thought.

Don't worry Caleb is safe for now.

(this shot was taken minutes ago!)

On a good note I have made the big return to the YMCA. Went in, renewed my membership and worked out yesterday. And wow, I'm really out of shape, like really, really out of shape! I have to start somewhere right? And my little Caleb was in the daycare for the first time in his life, and I fought with the guilt of leaving him in there, but at the same time, he needs to stand on his own two feet, right?

Second chance for the veggie burger

Eat Me.

NOT Me.

I hope to have saved some from the pain of experimentation.

I got tagged baby...

...which is pretty cool cause I never get tagged. And this is a fun baby tag, so only read this if you like birth and babies and mommies.

1.Where were you when you first found out that you were pregnant? With Talin it was in my parents bathroom. Collin, I just knew. Caleb was in my bathroom.
2.Who was with you? For Talin, Mandi was with me (well outside the door!), the others I was alone.
3.How did you find out that you were pregnant? Peeing on a stick!
4.What was your first reaction to finding out you were pregnant? Excitement, anxious…
5.Who was the first person you told? With Talin, it was Mandi because she was with me, then of course Tom, and then we told my dad. Collin-everyone knew I was pregnant, I didn’t really have to tell, and when I did they all responded, “oh, I figured”. Caleb-Tom was first to know.
6.Did you plan to get pregnant? Yes for all of them.
7.Did you tell everyone else right away? With Talin, yes. And as soon as I was willing to admit I was pregnant with Collin, yes. With Caleb we waited the twelve weeks, which is weird for me. In fact a lot of people didn’t even know I was pregnant in my ward until I was about five months along.
8.Was everybody happy for you? Sure, if they weren’t, they didn’t tell me!
9.Did you go out and celebrate? No.
10.Did you want to find out the sex? Yes, I’m way too impatient and curious to not know. I would have died not knowing, and all three of my boys were very obvious, if you know what I mean!
11.What was the sex? Three boys, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
12.Did anyone throw you a baby shower? With Talin I had two, a work party and a family/friend shower. I don’t think I had one with Collin, unless I’m just forgetting. With Caleb I had one thrown by my friend Betsy.
13.Did you get any outfits at the baby shower that you just knew that you wouldn't put on your baby? I can’t remember, but they always exist, so I’m sure I did.
14.How much weight did you gain? Talin-25 pounds, Collin-25/28 pounds, I think I lost some at the end, and with Caleb-45 pounds (yeah, it was a bad time for me!).
15.Did you lose all of the weight that you gained? Yes with all three pregnancies, and surprisingly enough, more than what I gained each time.
16.Did you get any stretch marks? I’d rather not talk about it, but I will. Talin destroyed me!! I was huge, all belly and looking full term with twins by seven months. My stomach is forever scarred! Collin I only got a couple, and surprisingly enough Caleb was the only one I didn’t get any with, and I put on the most weight!!
17.What did you crave the most? I can only remember lots of chocolate with Collin, and with Caleb I craved chocolate and grapefruit.
18.Did you crave anything crazy? Not really. Fried things, which gross me out, like Long John Silvers.
19.Who or what got on your nerves? I don’t really remember, I was too busy eating.
20.Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? With Talin I had pupps, which is a pregnancy rash on your stomach, so they induced me two weeks early, it was the only way to end the itching agony! With Collin he tried to be born at 32 weeks, and I dilated to a six one evening with silent labor. I was in the hospital for a week, and then on bed rest for two weeks after that. He came four weeks early. And with Caleb it was mainly emotional and a lot of appointments because we found out about his heart defect when I was around twenty-two weeks pregnant with him. So I got a bazillion ultrasounds and was monitored very closely, and finally induced at 38 weeks.
21.Where and when did you go into labor? Talin-I was induced Monday morning and had him by the afternoon, it all went very quickly. Collin-it was a Friday night and I was really crabby, so my mom told me I was in labor, I didn’t believe that my bad mood was really labor, but we went into the hospital anyway, and I was already at an eight and having full blown contractions. He was born quickly after that. Caleb-I was induced on a Monday with no pitocin, only some pill that was put inside me to soften my cervix. It did the trick in the end, cause labor progressed on it’s own and he came that evening, my only birth that didn’t require the pitocin.
22.Did your water break? It was broken both times with Talin and Collin. With Caleb it broke on it’s own, it was so cool and crazy, I was excited, but oh the pain that ensued afterwards. As soon as my water broke that baby started coming down!
23.Who drove you to the hospital? Tom did for all of them. Except for that close call with Collin, that was Rachel, thank goodness for someone with a brain!
24.Who was in the room when you gave birth? Talin-It was Tom and Cyndee, Amy and Mandi were in there until Mandi got faint and almost passed out, then they were kicked out. Collin-Tom and Cyndee. Caleb-Tom and Cyndee.
25.Did you go early or late? Early on all three. Tal-38 weeks, Collin-36 weeks, & Caleb 38 weeks.
26.How long were in labor for? Talin-approx. 5 hours. Collin-quick, I don’t know the exact time. Caleb-when labor finally started in the afternoon, about 3 hours.
27.Did you have any drugs for the pain? Talin-epidural all the way, didn’t feel a thing. Collin-epidural, but I felt things with no pain, it was cool. Caleb-epidural from hell. Didn’t work, I would like to say it was freaking natural, and I wish I didn’t get the epidural and instead had the glory of doing it naturally, cause I felt like I did.
28.Did you go natural or have a C-section? Natural.
29.What was your first reaction after giving birth? Hyper, excited, happy, worry.
30.How big was the baby? Talin-8 pounds 1 ounce. Collin- 7 pounds 6 ounces (and that was four weeks early!!). Caleb-6 pounds 11 ounces.
31.Did your husband cry? No. But he was a good coach throughout the whole thing.
32.What did you name the baby? Talin Thomas, Collin Tyler, & Caleb Allen.
33.Does his name have any significant meaning? Talin is a name I loved, and Thomas is obviously my hubby’s name. Collin named himself I think. I wanted to name him Gavin, but for some reason couldn’t decide. That night I slept fitfully in the hospital, and every time I woke up the name Collin Chambers kept shouting in my head. What?? I didn’t even like that name. But it’s what it was suppose to be! And Tyler is my brother’s name. Caleb means heart (and dog lover), but it seemed appropriate for our little heart baby. And Allen is my grandmother’s maiden name.
34.Did you have any visitors? With Talin I had everyone, a lot of people, too many to name. Collin I had my mom and the Jones’ and Rach, and Tom’s mom and dad and sister came up to see the baby. With Caleb my mom came out for the birth and Amy and JoDee came out a week later.
35.Did the baby have any complications? Do you have a few minutes?? Talin-healthy, but was readmitted a few days after he was born because of a fever, turned out he had a UTI, but in the ER they gave him a spinal tap. My week old baby a spinal tap!! Oh how I wish I had been a smarter mommy when I was younger. It was awful. Collin-born four weeks early he didn’t breathe very well. He had a lot of different things because he was premature, but ultimately it was just the oxygen issue. He had to be in the NICU for a week and then he went home and was on oxygen for three weeks. It was such a pain having a newborn hooked up to an oxygen tank. Caleb-Wow, where do we start. He had a complete AVSD and his heart valve was formed wrong, he had to have open-heart surgery. He was born with hearing loss in his right ear and an atretic ear in his left. His heart condition made him difficult to care for, lot’s of drugs, difficulty gaining weight, which led to eventual, nose tube, and then to eventual surgery to put in a GI tube. He doesn’t eat anything orally, and is exclusively tube fed. He works with an ENT, an audiologist, a speech therapist, an occupational therapist, an early access intervention, a GI specialist, a cardiologist, sees his regular pediatrician frequently and keeps his mother beyond busy!
36.How old is your baby today? Six, five and 10 months.
37.When is the next one coming? Ha! Ha! Ha! We’re adopting down the road, I don’t dare risk conception again, I mean what if it’s another boy! Ha ha ha!
38.If you could, would you do it all over again? Without a doubt.

Food

I REALLY like to eat good food. And last nights dinner was simply divine and beautiful. Seriously beautiful, I wish I would have taken a picture, but I was much too impatient to dig my fork into the luscious salmon and devour it. And I devoured it, I think I ate half of the salmon myself, we had a pound and a half fillet I cooked. But on with the recipe, cause you are so going to want to make this, and soon. And Amy, feel free to copy this onto your food blog, although you probably feel entitled to do so without my permission, which I so don't mind. And I wish I knew who to give credit to in regards to this recipe, but it was a random find in my recipe/web searching from days ago. I can not remember where or whom I stole it from, sorry.

Broiled Salmon with Spicy Maple Basting Sauce
6 T. maple syrup
1/2 C. water
2 T. minced fresh ginger root
2 garlic cloves, minced
1 t. dried hot red pepper flakes, or to taste (I halved this cause my kids are super sensitive with heat, and who am I kidding, so am I. I thought it worked out perfect.)
1/4 t. salt
four 1-inch-thick pieces salmon fillet (about 6 oz. each)
In a small heavy saucepan combine maple syrup, water, ginger root, garlic, red pepper flakes, and salt and simmer until reduced to about 1/2 cup. This took about 15-20 minutes.
Cool basting sauce.
Preheat broiler.
Arrange salmon, skin side down, on oiled rack of broiler pan and season with salt. Broil salmon about four inches from heat four minutes. Brush salmon with sauce and broil until just cooked through, about six minutes more.

Enjoy!

So Completely Random

16 pounds 10 ounces

That is a two pound weight gain since surgery, yeah!!

He sits up, rolls everywhere, started scooting briefly, and can get himself up into a crawl position. All within the last month. I thought the past month would be spent strictly recovering, I was so wrong, the last month has been spent wiggling incessantly. He's becoming impossible to hold for very long.


I've been in a total blogging slump for the past couple of weeks. I've felt a little down since holiday is over and the kids are back to school and Tom is back to clinics. I don't see why they can't all stay home all day and we can color, craft, play UNO, watch Harry Potter and bake cookies all day. Oh, and run to Target occasionally.


But thank goodness it's finally Friday, because this is what we're going to be doing tonight.

(that's us watching a movie and vegging and cuddling on the couch, if you were wondering.)

I miss my boys and I'm sick of responsibility, and spelling words and dinner and frosted animal crackers with sprinkles.

And I only added this pic in because I think my arm looks buff, and I seriously don't have buff arms, so I thought that was kind of cool. Maybe it's that 16 pounds 10 ounces I'm hauling around everywhere.