Monday, November 22, 2010

Opening up a ventilation shaft (yes, I’m venting…)

1.  I am an embarrassment, and a figure of shame, to all those women out there who give birth, put on their sneakers, get to the gym, lose most of that baby fat, fit back into those 1990’s jeans, pretend stretch marks don’t exist, brush their hair, find and put on their discarded bra left somewhere from the last baby feeding, and leave the house without a trace of baby barf on their shoulder.  Even as I type, I momentarily reach up to my damp shoulder and try to wipe a little old washing machinebit more of the white residue off.  Time to wash this shirt, and thank goodness Chris unclogged the drain in the washing machine.  Who knew 2 quarters, 6 pennies, 3 dimes, 2 Canadian coins with pictures of Queen Elizabeth II on them, a rubber band, a “breathe-right” strip, a screw, 1/8 cup of elementary school playground sand, a field trip permission slip, a battleship, and many more objects, still to be identified, could clog a washing machine with such success?  Well, they did and I now have some serious stains to get out of some clothing that sat too long with dark colored items, a pool of dirty water, and washing machine cud.

2.  By the way, anyone know how to get mashed carrots, peas, or squash out of baby cloths?  I’d just mastered baby diaper blowouts but this orange ring around the collar thing…Yes, I know, bib, bib, bib!!!

3.  I have an associate (associate:  a person who could be a friend, relation, or enemy), whom I don’t want to identify, who thinks I should call every other week.  I received a call from this associate last weekend and was told that it had been 6 weeks since last I’d spoken with this associate.  I sure hope my other associates don’t keep track of such things.  If anyone out there is reading this who is wondering when I’m going to call, it will most likely be when my youngest twins start kindergarten.  By then, I hope you still want to be friends.  I might not remember your name but I never forget a face, so please just tell me what you looked like back then and we can pick up where we left off before I had another set of twins.

 4.  When should I start feigning insult when my kids complain about my cooking?  I know I should probably pretend to be offended when my kids say the food I’m giving them isA Christmas Story - Randy and his dreaded Meatloaf. making them feel nauseated.  One of my kids seriously looked like he was going to puke this evening after eating one small bite of sweet potatoes. He even had tears in his eyes and for a moment I thought he would hurl and so I quickly told him to wash it (the healthy food) down with his milk.  I’ve even told them that in some households they’d be sent to their rooms, and without dinner, for such bad manners.  I went so far as to tell them that they would have been one of the starving pioneers that had to be left behind because he refused to eat his sweet potatoes.  Just like Ralphie’s mom, I should tell him that “staving people would be happy to have that.”   Instead I think I said something about North Korea.   I guess some nights a child has to survive on 3 glasses of milk, a few string beans, and some bread.  After several requests for other options, I was feeling ornery, and told them that I was not a short order cook!

5.  Shouldn’t babies be happily asleep by 11:35 pm?  I wish I was.

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Just like this.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

This many years old…


Chocolate, no doubt Chris’ first word.

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It has been many moons since Chris has been able to say he’s “this many” years old.  We had nowhere near the amount of candles to display how many years old he turned today.  So, 5 will have to do.  I do also have a “0” candle from when he turned 30, six rotations-of-the-earth-around-the-sun ago.  I too have seen many a moon but I take comfort in knowing I’ll always be younger than my man even if I don’t look it.

By the way, Happy Birthday Chris!  We ALL love you, especially me.


The birthday boy, three scroungy punch-stained lip boys, and two beautiful girls who can’t keep their eyes off of their three favorite brothers.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Halloween with pumpkins, a lioness, and the Princess and the Pea

Okay, I really like taking pictures of little lions and peas in a pod.  We all had a fun Halloween and managed to do all our trick-or-treating before the torrential rainfall.

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5 and a half month olds, can you believe it?!

Let’s just reach out and touch someone.  Besides calling Miri, “Miri-dactyl” for her talent for making painful high-pitched screams, “Miri-tactile” is starting to fit this little girl too.  Her sister Elizabeth is such an easy going girl that she puts up with most of Miriam’s head, foot and ear grabbing. But, when kicked in the head, she becomes quite put out.

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A top grade drool producer

Bedecked for Boo-day


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The prisoner coming up with his plan for escape or maybe he’s looking for patterns on the grid like table.  “I was just making license plates, where’d they go?!”

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Reed “The Rooster’s” mug shot.

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The ninja right before he slashes the photographer.

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“I am Isaac-Man, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Isaac-Man”  (were you able to put the words to the song?).

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A blog style flip-book or montage of the good guys capturing the escaped prisoner.

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Caught!  We always get our man!

Playful times in the Park

Finally, I’m updating my blog and that is because I’m not being beckoned to feed, hold, or coo at anyone.  Not that I don’t enjoy such activities, but it does put a damper on my blogging time.  As you can see, I’ve been busy taking pictures of all my kiddos, so this is mostly a picture update.

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Miss Miri Blue Eyes


Miss Lizzy the Looker


Miriam is wondering why everyone else is not in a car seat at the park.


Playing a little bit of “foozball” with the boys and daddy trying his hardest to teach the boys the rules.




The case of the wanted diet Coke.  Miri loves to hold and grab anything within her reach and is wondering what ambrosia this 32 oz. container holds.  (She never does figure it out but she sure does try!)


Chewing on the straw


“Ugh!  That was mine!”


Douglas posing with the parent’s addictive drink of choice.  Yes, grandma W., we are taking the calcium and vitamin D chews you gave us, knowing our love of the carbonated beverage Smile.

Merry Christmas!

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