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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Update on My Life Through Mobile Pics

I've been spending time playing with my two wild haired children, and my one cutie pie little guy. Maia informed me the other day that she says naughty words in her head and that I can't hear her. Also, after a time-out incident she let me know that she would like to stay in time out for a little while longer. It is hard to keep a straight face with that one.
Noah has been going through a defiant stage which is proving quite challenging, but he is loving VBS. They were given clay to make a craft today and could make anything they wanted...he made a sword and his best friend Caleb made a gun...should I be worried?
Malakai is teasing me with on and off good nights of sleep. I've finally gotten used to his car crying.























I got to forget about being a mommy of three for a bit and get all dolled up for fun...yup I even took a picture of myself with my phone in my car...while driving...lame. But, I was just so happy to be all made up! Not all of these ones are mobile phone pics, but I had to include some of the other pics because I felt so cute!...Oh and I had a lovely girl day with Pam Booher where I got my toes done (I got a design for once...only because I didn't have to pay)!







































Got to hang out with my friend Elina one evening and cook together. It was so fun. This is the dish she made. An authentic Italian eggplant dish straight from a kitchen in Italy. It was so fun to hang with her and the food was delicious!








And finally, back to mommyhood. This is me trying to figure out how to pee while wearing my child. I had to go so bad and will now have a bladder infection because I could not figure out this ultimate multitasking challenge...









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Saturday, June 18, 2011

Random Confessions

My 3 year old has a heightened sense of smell and a tendency to be brutally honest. Recently, she let Ricky know that his breath was "poochie" and she informed me that I needed to take a shower because I was "kinda smelly."

I walked with my head held high today and had a little extra pep in my step. Why?...because I was prepared when Malakai pooped out of his diaper and up his back while we were at a restaurant eating lunch. I cleaned him and changed him, without getting poop on my hands or on anything else besides the diaper and the wipes. I also had a clean set of clothes in the diaper bag in case this happened. I am no longer a rookie mom.

Speaking of tooting my own horn...Ricky and I have been following the Sugar Busters diet for over a month now, and I go to bed feeling like a winner every night because I stuck to the plan. Self-control when it comes to food has never been my strong suit.

I loathe my "after pregnancy belly pooch" and dream about tummy tucking it away...(don't get all crazy people. This is just a confession. I am not seriously going to get a tummy tuck)

The other day, I tried to teach my 3 year how to change a diaper so that I could share diaper duty...yeah...it didn't go over so well. She got distracted within 3 seconds.

Malakai smells like mildew because the towel I used when I got him out of the bath tonight is apparently a part of the laundry load that I failed to put into the dryer in a timely manner. (I am sure Maia's super sensitive nose will catch this)

Noah has been referred to as a girl about 10 times this week. I feel so bad, but I can't bring myself to cut off his curls!





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Friday, June 10, 2011

Constant Chaos




I'm about to go outside and beat up the trash man! Why must he always come right during nap time? Seriously?! Do you know how much I need this nap time?! This time of complete silence (well, besides the washing machine...and the dishwasher...and the dryer), is the key to my sanity. I get a break from the baby's screaming, and from the toddlers fighting, and from the constant requests, "Moooooom, I'm done going poop," "Moooooom, Maia's hitting me," "Moooom, can I have something to eat?" "Mooooom, what time is it?" "Moooom, can you get me water with ice in it?"

These three munchkins are quite demanding and today I decided that I wanted to torture myself by taking all three of them to Trader Joe's. I knew I should have turned around and gone home as soon as I tried to fit Malakai's big ol' car seat in their itty bitty shopping carts. Why do they have such tiny carts anyways? Do they want to discourage mom's from bringing their screaming infants into their store. A nice gentleman saw me struggling to try to fit this humongous car seat into the abnormally tiny cart and asked if I needed help. I wiped the sweat from my brow, barked at my other two kids to "come back here so you don't get smashed by a car" and sweetly said, "No thanks, I got it." He didn't look convinced, but decided he better leave before I barked at him too.
By the time we made it into the store, Malakai had woken up from the earthquake I had created trying to get the car seat situated. So there I was with a screaming baby, and two tornados who had run off to find the "stuffy cow" so they could get a treat. For a split second I considered abandoning the cart and my tornados and running out to my truck and going home...but only for a split second.
I got all my groceries and as I was checking out I realized that my voice was hoarse from yelling at the kids to stay where I could see them, my ears were ringing from the screaming baby, and all the people in the store were glaring at me wishing I'd just leave already....oh and did I mention that I had barely been spared a disastrous incident of a cart tipping over onto a toddler with the baby in the cart...yeah...it makes me want to throw up just thinking about what almost happened.
I thought I'd continue the torture by trying to "quickly" run into two other stores. I should know by now, that I need to erase the word "quick" from my vocabulary. Nothing is "quick" when it involves 3 kids ages 4 and under.
This hour and a half errand run felt like 6 hours and by the time I got home I was very much looking forward to nap time, but of course I had to make lunches, feed the baby, wipe butts (because everyone has to poop all at the same time), and beg the kids to eat a million times before that much coveted time could be realized.

So now that they are asleep, and I have my much coveted moments of silence, the trash man decides to rain on my silent parade with his loud beeping truck right under my kids' window. Please, God, please let them stay asleep...