Wade

This little boy captured my heart long ago. He was an easy baby. Smiled at 2 weeks old, he has always been  my buddy and pal, and maybe, just maybe, he will be the reason I cry for the first time when I send a kindergartner to school.  He is fun, and usually happy go lucky. Usually obedient, but can also be a great big punk. It's so hard for me to discipline him at times because he has a full fledged grip on my heart. 

He Loooooooooooooooves baseball. And when his daddy told him that it was his last game for the season the other day he nearly died of shock. It was ruining his little world, and I love that about him too. 

When I tell him to get ready for baseball he happily gathers all of this things, underwear and "cup" to boot. 

He is smart as a whip, is reading on a first grade level. His favorite video right now is school house rock, and I swear he just loves it because he wants to soak in every last bit of information it provides. Yesterday after his last day of preschool, his teacher gave him a math workbook, and he insisted on coming home and working on it. He wanted to finish it all in one day. 

His teacher cracked me up with what she said about Wade, because it is literally and exact description of Peter. Peter and I both have our mini-me's he has Wade, and I have Kaylie. In all the good ways, and in all the bad. 

Someone remarked after his performance to me that he was the only one who knew all the songs. He loves to sing and he loves to know all the words! He insists on getting out the hymnal at church, and wants to follow along. 

 He is a complete joy to me... even when he is being a punk. And I just love him to pieces. His teacher said he grew 4 inches this year. She has been teaching preschool for 10 years and has never had a child grow 4 inches in a single school year. She said she has kids grow 3, a lot, but never 4. I would never know because he refuses to wear pants, so, I don't usually notice that he has grown and inch or two.... But he is a VERY big boy, and solid as a brick.

 I really don't know what I am going to do next year when he is in school full time. I will miss him tremendously, and I am sad that we won't have that daily connection anymore. He always has been a total joy. Even from day one. Most of his life is on this blog, because I started it right around the time he was born.

Here are a few videos of his performance, and words from his teacher to give you and idea.




Ps- I recently migrated a bunch of old videos from google video, and many of them are Wade as a baby. Click on a few, and you will see why we love him so much!

Life is Changing

I think we are entering a new phase of life.

Kaylie is 2.

And potty trained (mostly)

Wade is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ready for school it isn't even funny. We are BOTH jones'n for him to be in school full time.

Jaxon is coming home from school and doing all of his homework by himself (and mostly correct).

Abby has finally gotten on track with school after a VERY difficult adjustment from the move. But is excelling now, and showing more and more aptitude than ever.

The kids came home from school today, studied and we had dinner together. As my kids all sat around the table, I was filled with gratitude that I have them. They are adorable, and each have such unique personalities. Sure, there are crazy days when I want to pull my hair out, but right at that moment, that EXACT moment, I was having an idyllic life. Other than the fact my husband wasn't at dinner, and may not be at dinner for a very very long time.

Kids took showers, and were clean and happy and it was such a simple day. So simple.

Then Kaylie peed on the couch.

But still, it was idyllic for a minute.

It makes me want to never sign them up for another extra-curricular activity again. It is just too simple to not. All that running around, and scheduling. It is nice, to just be home, and enjoying each other.

And I am just so grateful for them, and I can see the season changing. I am getting to the "have older kids" stage of life, and I think it suits me. Yeah, it does. I guess baby days are a little more difficult than I would like to admit for me. But there are still times when I see those babies and I remember how fun they (WADE) was/are. But so. much. work.

I am grateful for this moment. And as frustrating as it was to have our life be in limbo for three years, I see some method to it now. I don't think I could have done this work schedule with a small baby. Or with a couple small babies. It is better now, and we are blessed.

I guess you can't always see your future, but someone else can. Best just to rely on Him.

Much Ado about Hair

This morning, Abby had a hair bubble. You know, the kind that when you pull your ponytail back in a rubber band (or elastic, you choose) and it kind of bubbles. I mentioned it to her, and, exasperated, she said, "Can you do it?"

When I want to blow her hair, and she groans, I remind her that I would give ANYTHING to have someone blow dry my hair every day. She stops, but I relish the times right now when she WILL let me touch her hair, because I know that time is short. And I will take advantage of it now.

She brought a brush to me, and I brushed her beautiful naturally highlighted hair carefully as to get all the "bubbles" out. Do you know one time someone asked me if I highlighted my 5 year old daughter's hair? Um. No. I put the elastic in. . . a little (A LOT) higher that she normally does. She likes it at the nape of her neck. I wasn't really paying attention. Just doing it like I would normally do. When she walked into the bathroom to look at it, I admired my handy-work. It was cute. It bounced. It looked cheer-leader-esque. I liked it.

She returned from the bathroom a few minutes later.

Her hair was pulled back, to the nape of her neck. I smiled, and laughed out loud. "Ha!" You didn't like it! She said, "it was like clear up here!" Pointing to the very top of her head. I smiled, and laughed in my head. I am grateful. Very very grateful. Her look is plain, and not overstated. It is her, and that is okay with me. I hope it always is.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

After I dropped Abby off at school Wade insisted he wants a smoothie at Costco. Peter did my Costco run yesterday, and I informed Wade that we would not be going to Costco. He said, "But you are a GOOD mommy!" Inferring that good mommies do exactly as demanding 4 year olds want. I must admit. Guilty as charged.

He then told me he didn't like my hair. It was messy, uncombed, and up. In a pony tail.

He said, "Your hair doesn't look pretty". I didn't object.

A short time later, I got out of the shower. My hair was wet, but combed, and down. I walked into the living room and Wade said, "Your hair looks pretty, mom."

Who knew kids would develop their likes of hair so early?

Smearing Poop

*Warning*

If the title didn't tell you enough, this is my warning to you that this blog post deals with Poop. Enough Said.

A while ago, well, I would say, almost exactly two years ago, I was dealing with Poop. Funny how these things seem to re-surface from time to time. Isn't it? Kind of like a re-occurring nightmare that just keeps happening? (Or is that just having more than one child, anywho. . .)

Seems now that Kaylie is exactly Wade's age when I did that last post, I would be dealing with poop again. Yet, I wish it was only poop in the tub.

Kaylie has decided that poop is fun to play with. Only in the morning, in the quiet confines of her crib. She didn't realize that her body made such a fun, mushy, (yet smelly) type of play dough.

It seemed fun to smear around the bed, into her hair, on her feet and along the rungs of her crib.

Well, it is fun until mommy comes into the room and has to strip her naked and throw her in the tub all the while saying, "NO TOUCH THE POO POO KAYLIE!!!!!"

Day One, frustrating. Day TWO, MADDENING. DAY THREE. . .My threats, lectures, and luke warm baths in the AM are not working!!!!!! Time to take this into serious measures. . . .

Footie Pajamas.

And guess what, she didn't appreciate it. When I put those footie pajamas (sleeper, whatever you want to call it) on her tonight, she screamed out like she was in a horror flick. But, hopefully, I will have a poop free morning.

We will soon find out.

Either way, I am CERTAIN this is why Heavenly Father made kids so stinkin' cute.

Making Happiness

I was reading the Costco Magazine the other day (an embarrassing admission for sure). Ina Garten is on the front. Did you know that she is NOT a trained chef? NOT. I mean, no school, no nothin.

Her "original" career was as a nuclear energy policy analyst. Sounds thrilling, no? Basically, she just had a passion. She loved to COOK. I know that must seem like an absolutely insane idea, but she did. It wasn't about the food either, it was about the people.

Ina and I, me and Ina, we think alike. We really do. There is nothing that gives me quite as much satisfaction as re-creating a fabulous recipe to perfection. There is nothing that gives me more joy, than to see the expression on the face of someone who is enjoying it. I love to cook for people. It brings me joy. My favorite person to cook for is my father-in-law. Because he just goes absolutely bananas for anything I cook. He swears he is not going to eat another single, solitary thing, and then, I few minutes later, I will catch him slathering butter on yet ANOTHER roll, or grabbing just one more scone, or picking at the remnants of an amazing dinner. The only thing that brings me more joy is when I see my children choosing the right.

I have a passion. It is for cooking, and baking. I have a friend who told me that she has a total and complete passion for cooking, but hated baking. This, I couldn't understand. Her frustration is with the measuring and exactness that goes into baking, but I insisted that the joy she finds in "creating" with cooking, can be found in baking as well. Once you are comfortable with the basics of baking, you can "alter" your recipes and make them your very own, thus creating.

That is all it took. She just needed to know that she could create when she bakes, and you absolutely can. There is not a recipe on my food blog that I thought up all on my own, but every recipe on there has been manipulated by me at some point. That is the beauty of cooking.

I wish people found more joy in cooking. I love providing my family with a meal that I know was made with REAL ingredients. My husband swears he would be fine with a can of beanie-weanies, but you know what? I, am not. Are my children always appreciative? Definitely NOT. Do my recipes always taste good? Not by a long shot, but I find joy in finding that ONE recipe that will stick with my family for years, that I will make 100 times and finally commit to memory.

I have found, that once you find a good recipe source, you will go back to that source again, and again.

Find it.

The internet has provided an unlimited source for recipes. Here are just a few of my favorite, sure fire recipe suppliers.

The Pioneer Woman

Mel's Kitchen Cafe

and of course you can always find my adaptations or just plain copying of their recipes here:

Favorite Family Food

Making Good out of Bad

My husband has to work on Saturday. Once a month usually. Yesterday, while he was away, there was a tragic accident. Jaxon killed Abby's fish. Now, with that statement, you might think, "That doesn't SOUND like an accident" but, I think it was. The fish (which we have had for over a year now) lives in Abby's room and Jaxon barely ever pays any attention to it, but for some reason, yesterday, Jaxon decided he was going to "play" with Abby's fish. I will spare the gory details here, but let's just say there were lots of tears shed. LOTS. Abby quickly reminded me that Jaxon also killed her LAST fish, too. (The girl is a steal trap)

A fish is about the only pet on the list of "Abby's List of 500 Desired Pets" that we are willing to venture into right now. And so, to try to make things better, I told her that I would take her out when daddy got home for a little girl's day out. (A completely great way to get out of the house with any kids accept for Abby) Peter came home and since it was time for Kaylie's nap, Abby and I headed off to "run errands" while the boys hung out at home with the sleeping baby.

Our first stop was lunch. (You better believe I am going to make a girl's day out include LUNCH!) We decided to get salads at Paradise Bakery and as we were sitting there chatting over lunch, a serious revelation came upon me. She is growing up. You know, you know how it just *SNEAKS* up on you? Day after day after day and all of a sudden you notice, WOW. They aren't really that little or young anymore! And, I actually quite like engaging in small talk with her! (Which revolved ENTIRELY around the game 'Frontiereville' which her dad was letting her watch/play with him.

I started to laugh a little because she is just so animated when she talks. I nonchalantly got out my phone and took a few pix, and just couldn't stop because they were just such a perfect expression of her 9 year old face. So much expression, and so much animation. Since it seems like I blinked, and she is nine, I wanted to recall this little "moment" of our bonding, and her willingness to just chat the afternoon away over lunch.

She uses her hands a lot when she talks. Makes it hard to talk and eat.

Although it may seem like some of these are posed, they truly aren't. She was seriously mid sentence here.

I have seen this face so much. She used to make faces like this when she was a baby. But now I don't see them as much anymore. Unless I take pics mid sentence.

This has to be my favorite. Because, it is hilarious. And so, so, Abby, you can see the slight shake of the head when talking. (Who on earth is she looking at anyway?)

Doesn't look like she is making much progress with that salad does it.

I love this look, because it is so unassuming.

Describing something with her hands.

Does she even CARE about her salad? I think not.

Okay, maybe she does.

Thanks for lunch Abby, I hope we have lots more lunch dates.

You're a hard habit to break . .

Does anyone else hear a blaring horns section after that phrase? Just me?

Here he is, my perfect child. Outside playing. By himself. His older siblings having gone to school.

There was a mircoburst windstorm and he was thoroughly enjoying it. Laying out his blankie, takin' in the rays.

I glanced outside, and a smile met my face.

I grabbed my camera to document the super cute moment.

And then, I think he heard me.

And he started acting a little suspicious. So, I zoomed in with my camera lens. . .

Then I saw it. The FORBIDDEN BINKY.

Which we battled over.

Apparently, that battle isn't over.

Let's just say, he is SUPER good at hiding it.

Burning Questions- Day 3

Anyone having fun yet? I know the people who have entered my giveaway for the Trifle Bowl are! I will be choosing a winner on THURSDAY! So, just a few more days left to enter!

I have had a few more "burning questions" trickle in, and one had to do with my post from the other day about Jaxon, my child with Autism. This one came from my friend Jessica. (I have a LOT of Jessica's in my life) She reads my blog regularly, but only comments on Facebook. She more had an inquiry about WHAT to teach your children if they are in a situation where they have to interact with someone who is different.

Well, Jessica. FABULOUS inquiry. To be honest, I am not going to pretend that I am the be all/end all on the subject, but I know what I try to teach my own kids. Believe me, it is sometimes even hard for Abby to be nice to Jaxon.. So, I feel like I totally understand both sides of the situation for the most part.

I think the main thing is: be a good example, and answer children's questions honestly, but kindly. Let's say we are in the situation and Jaxon is at the park and he decides to get aggressive with your kid. OBVIOUSLY that is NOT OKAY! And I am NOT asking for a FREE PASS, because Jaxon still needs to learn that it is NOT OKAY to be that way with other kids.

First, hear me out, and try to understand the situation from Jaxon's perspective. Jaxon may have gotten aggressive because he is being, chased, taunted, excluded, or feels trapped. Once he got trapped in a slide and instead of saying, "Hey! Let me out!" He just started to attack kids until he got out. Other people were upset and rightfully so, I made Jaxon apologize, of course, but then explained that he was trapped in the slide and wanted to get out. Instead of going straight to using words, he gets aggressive, pushing and shoving in attempts to GET OUT.

You can tell your child, it was NOT OKAY for Jaxon to push, or hurt you. But, Jaxon doesn't always know that he is supposed to use his words to get help. Or, Jaxon doesn't always know what the right choice is. Or, Jaxon sometimes doesn't know how to control his body when he gets mad.

I hope that those kinds of explanations don't EXCUSE the behavior, but rather, EXPLAIN the situation and then the child is more apt to dealing with the situation the next time they might be there with Jaxon. They may even defend him, or say, 'HEY! LET HIM OUT!' Or offer whatever kind of help he might need.

He is QUIRKY, there is no doubt. Sometimes he even acts like a cartoon character, which makes kids laugh, or try to get him to do it again. Sometimes he can just get too wound up. Maybe an explanation to your child would be. EVERYONE is different. Jaxon is different too! He likes to express himself in different ways, and it may not always be LIKE YOU.

I think in general, this is a healthy way to describe someone else. They are different, and they are not LIKE YOU. This doesn't make them, BAD, or NOT FUN, or NOT YOUR FRIEND, it means they aren't YOU. But, we can still be nice to everyone and treat them nicely, even if they don't act like you, or, don't do the same things that you do. If they don't make the right choices it is because they are LEARNING, and maybe haven't learned it as well as YOU. This would be a good opportunity to focus on YOUR child's strengths and abilities and foster the ability to be of help to kids who don't do it as well as them! Say, "Hey! Next time, why don't you tell Jaxon that he needs to be nice to his friends! And ask him if he wants to play a different game that might make him more happy! He wants to have fun, but maybe next time you can show him that being nice is MORE fun." Communication is key.

That seemed like a long drawn out post, and may be over-simplified, but I hope it helps. The best thing to do as a parent might be to think, "How would I want MY child with special needs to be treated?" You might not have a child with special needs, but I am SURE you could understand how devastating it would be if you did, and how you would try every day to help that child out.

TV+ 10LBS

Dearest Natalie, one of my most valiant fans, actually took the time to go BACK to my TV story and see if they posted the video of my spot, and, THEY DID!

I am here to tell you that the TV REALLY does add 10 lbs. Because I just LOST 10 lbs when I was doing my NO SUGAR thing.. and yeah, well, after I saw myself on TV, I was like, WAIT!!! I TOTALLY LOST THOSE 10 lbs! I should have consulted with someone on what NOT to wear when being filmed... i.e. white shirt. Mkay?

But since I love ya'll. I am going to let you check out the video anyway.

You can click on the link from my original post, or you can CLICK HERE.

Once you are there, click on the little (tiny) video icon below the story line and it will let you see the video along with ALL OF MY CHILDREN in their finest "acting" mode. Why can't kids just be natural? WHY? WHY? WHY?

And I also want to mention that I am a TOTAL VICTIM OF EDITING. Because my kids ALWAYS LOVE WHAT I MAKE! (ok, but they rarely dislike it) But they asked Jaxon what he doesn't like and he said, "Burned Pineapple" Which would mean, when I put pineapple, one of his most beloved foods, on the BBQ. He obviously doesn't like it when it is BURNT. End of story.. You watch the edit for yourself! :)

THINGS TO LOOK FOR COMING UP!

• ANOTHER GIVEAWAY! HiP!
• MY ANNIVERSARY (tomorrow... 10 years, thank you)
• A PHOTO SHOOT OF YOURS-TRULY
• ANSWERS TO BURNING QUESTIONS!
• MY BIRTHDAY!

STAY TUNED!

Forced Lent

Sometimes it is necessary to FORCE people to give up something. Especially when that something is: A BINKY.

Wade has really enjoyed his Binky and about the time he turned 2, we decided to tell him he could only have the Binky when he was in BED. "Binkis are for BED Wade" was our mantra. It worked for the most part, but there would be times in the day when Wade would "disappear" for a while downstairs.

Typically, when I would walk down the stairs to see what he was doing, he would literally spit that Binky out so fast and stuff it under something it was a complete blur. I have to admit, I knew he was doing it but I didn't care... much..

It is like a secret habit. You know, the one you are ashamed of?

I didn't feel like I he needed to give it up.. I mean, as long as it stayed at home.

Last week, we arrived at the grocery store. Wade had insisted that he take his blankie to the store. Something he had never done before. I thought it was strange, but complied.. not wanting a battle right then. We got to the store and I told him he would have to leave the blankie in the car. He complied (we are so good like that) and left it.

He hopped into the little "car" attached to the cart when I heard it. I heard the Binky hit the ground. And there it was staring at me... the Binky. I looked at Wade and he stared back at me. I could see the fear in his eyes. He KNEW I was going to apprehend the Binky. I took it, and stated, as always, "Wade! Binkis are for B.E.D!" Instead of just giving up and being "caught in the act" he decided he was going to put on a act. LIKE A SCREAM THROUGH THE STORE ACT.

* Actual picture from the day of the "incident"

Now, I know, it was nap time, and he was tired, but I was incensed that he had snuck it to the store and then INSISTED on having it while we were in the store! If you push me, I'm gonna push back. He continued screaming all the way through produce while all the silver hairs looked at me like I was killing the poor child even though he was safely encased in plastic.




And then, I did it. It was time to be DONE. VERY DONE. I did NOT want this battle anymore. I marched over to the floral area and asked them to SNIP THE BINKY. She looked at me like I was 1/2 mad for a second and then did it.



I gave it back to Wade, and continued on. He was quiet. VERY QUIET. Almost as if going through a deep mourning, until I heard it. I have never quite understood it before, but now, I do. It is the biblical term, "Weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth". Seen it. Heard it. Done it.


I had thrown down the gauntlet and Wade was going to be sure to let me know that he was going to come out the victor!


But you know what? He didn't. Because I scored him a cookie at the bakery. . and miraculously, the crying stopped.

Now all we have to deal with is him falling asleep in random spots because he won't nap without his binki. He even almost fell asleep at the dinner table.

Oh well, at least we are BINKY FREE! Give one more up to LENT!

I am swirling inside.

Have you even felt that way? Like you have thoughts, desires, images all swirling around in your head and you just can't get them to stop? It starts to feel like you are nervous. . . But I am not. Sometimes that kind of feeling can frustrate me. Tonight, I just think it is kinda funny.

I feel like I am on the edge. Of what, I don't know. Maybe tomorrow will tell me. But, right now, I just want to laugh. I think this would be clinically described as: delirium.

Abby: Since when did she become a tween? Ok, she isn't really a tween, but with Peter spending hours and hours studying, she is becoming my "buddy" and on occasion I find myself being lax on rules to let her hang out with me. . . I NEED SOMEONE TO HANG OUT WITH!! Besides, she suddenly acts like she can "hack it" and like she "gets it". Maybe not all the time, but she puts on a good show. She can still put on the master manipulation tactics and try to get what she wants, but Peter finally told her that wasn't going to get her anywhere and she has tried to put it aside. Such a mature thing to do. . . and then she won't share with her two year old brother at a friends house . . . so IMMATURE. She's right on the cusp, and I love it.

Jaxon: Jaxon re-constructed a scene from PeeWee's big adventure tonight without even knowing it. I didn't realize it until Peter re-enacted it to me again. In short, Jaxon was making a "book" the "book" (i.e. pieces of paper cut up with nothing on them) Got thrown in the garbage can by Abby who was told to clear off the table. To express his feeling on the situation, Jaxon drew a picture of ME: in the kitchen, with a smile, looking the other way, and ABBY: picking up the papers to throw them in the garbage. Then, he proceeded to re-tell the story to us and told Abby she was a liar when she denied it. (Think PeeWee re-enacting the stolen bike. . "IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH THE REST OF US, AMAZING LARRY???) I am sorry, but it was nothing short of hilarious. Especially Peter's re-cap. Seriously. I wish I could document all of the hilarity that he brings to this house. . But there just isn't time in the day.

Of course there are the not-so-fun moments as well. Like when he caused a COMPLETE SCENE when we were in a very small room looking for previously used costumes from a theater company for Abby to wear. He and Wade knocked over an entire rack of clothes and . . . never mind.


Wade: Calls me by my last name. All day long. Even when asking for a cup of juice. I guess I see a future QB in the making. I have tried SEVERAL times to explain to him that that is our LAST name, and that my FIRST name is LINDSEY and that his name is WADE and that he can call me mommy and then the next thing I hear when he is on the potty is. . . . LAST NAME!!!! (Sorry, I have tried to not post that here)

Kaylie: Let's just put it this way. The girl knows what she wants. And don't tell her otherwise. Or she is gonna let you know that . . . THAT ISN'T THE WAY SHE WANTS IT! I have no idea where she gets that from. Seriously. Sometimes it makes me laugh. Like, if I am trying to get her to quiet down and I put the binki in her mouth - - in one swoop, she grabs it out of her mouth and chucks it across the room. That girl has amazing coordination for an almost 9 month old. Seriously. She is crawling like a mad woman, and if you thought my kitchen was messy before, now just imagine it with cheerios scattered to every single corner. . the kitty bowl turned upside down (several times a day if she can manage it). . every garbage can tipped over and magazines that were left inadvertently on the floor- torn to shreds.

No wonder I feel swirly inside.

What would YOU do?

It is 4:11 p.m.

I am on the computer, delaying the motherly duty of . . .

Dinner.

I don't want to cook.

I don't want to do ANYTHING.

My kids kept me up 1/2 the night,

and I think that gives me an excuse to be lazy.

Eventhough I was productive at some point today,

I am not now.

Nor, do I want to be.

But it is almost dinner time.

But my husband works late on Mondays . . . so,

I just have to feed my kids.

But, remember? I have that be lazy for free card.

(Cuz I was up 1/2 the night)

So, what would you do?

Give me your quick and dirty but YUMMY favorite dinners.

Would you?

Please?

And help me with my quest to be lazy?

Thank you.

Proudest Mothering Moment

Has it really been Monday since my last post? Geesh. I guess something had to give. Suddenly life seems so busy, but really, I am just trying to work out and it is chewing up all of my blogging time!



I mentioned that Jaxon has really been hilarious lately, but more importantly, he has been so much better with RECALL. Some children with Autism don't have the ability to tell you WHAT they did. As a matter of fact, they struggle with most W questions, like, Where, When, Why and What.




We have been astonished that Jaxon has been able to relate what he has been doing at school and at church lately. Usually when you ask him what he learned at church (Church being his least favorite place) he mutters something about Jesus and Joseph Smith and that usually sums it up. . . which wouldn't be so bad, but he says the same thing every week just to get us off his back.





This last Sunday he told us all about how eating good food will make your body healthy! It was amazing! Maybe it was just because his teacher gave him grapes. . . yeah, that was probably it.





It is now flowing over into school this week where he told me all about a game they played with trying to guess what was in eggs (I am assuming plastic eggs). He told me that his friends kept guessing the same thing as him, and it was, in his words, "Totally BUGGING ME OUT!" I have no idea where THAT phrase came from, but, work with it Jaxon, work with it.





Normally when you ask him what he did at school he says, work and play games. . . another standard "get off my back" response. However, yesterday was a different story. We sat down to dinner and asked the kids how their day was. Jaxon was excited about his favorite "burgers" that I had made for dinner. Apparently the word "burger" triggered a memory from school that day and Jaxon IMMEDIATELY piped up and said, "My teacher gave me a treat!!! She gave me a treat because I promised NEVER to pick my nose and eat my boogers EVER AGAIN! Isn't that great???? She gave me candy and I won't eat my boogers!"





Great Jaxon. . . . that's great. I hope that bribery takes you a LONG way. Hey, at least he remembered!

Like a piece of meat

I am having issues.

I want to clean my house

But laundry and dishes seem to keep me PLENTY busy.

I want to work out

But I am always teetering on the verge of being exhausted.

Just when I think K is going to sleep through the night

She doesn't.

I need a place for everything

But everything is NOT in it's place.

I am enjoying my kids so much these days

But they are SO MUCH WORK!

I have funny Jaxon stories to tell

But no time to blog!

I didn't nurse Abby or Jaxon and I only nursed Wade part time

But now I know what it feels like to have your baby look at you like a piece of MEAT! (And for the record, it cracks me up. Her little tongue darting in and out and her lips smacking. It is hilarious)