Thursday, February 25, 2010

Star-struck

Twinkle, twinkle our four Stars
How we love just who you are.
Deep in our heart we'll always be
So proud of each of you, your daddy and me!
Shine very brightly sweet little Stars
We love you just as you are!

Time will tell.

For the past twenty minutes, I have been on the hunt for Elysa's morning sippy cup. She has put it somewhere, because she decided she didn't want milk this morning and refused to drink it. She wanted juice. Now, I can't find it anywhere! I'm sure I will be able to find it in a couple of days when it, ahem, starts smelling. Oh, the joys of parenting.

Speaking of the joys of parenting, I would never claim to be an expert in the field, but you would think that after 4 I would learn that you can't reason with a 2-year old.

Me: Elysa, where is your drink?
Elysa: Drink-it!
Me: No, sissy, where is the cup?
Elysa: Drink-it!
Me: Okay guys, the first one to find Sissy's sippy cup gets a treat!
Elysa: No, no, no, no, no drink-it!

So here I sit, typing, still not knowing where my beloved daughter's "drink-it" is. But one thing is for sure: Time will tell!

It usually does.

Just like how time will tell if our baby girl will grow up to be a doctor.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

It's Not Plagarism if You Cite, Right?

So, I completely stole this from MckMama's blog, where she cited it from an article in the National Catholic Register by Matthew Archibold. No joke. I didn't write this. Not one word of it. Which is very odd, because I totally could have. Really. I just haven't yet. Maybe because I'm not all that eloquent hilarious with words. But anyhow. I'm citing my sources and having done all that, here we go!

Why big families are easier:

Patience. I never have to teach patience. My children know that I can’t drop everything for them if I have a baby in my arms.

Work Ethic. My children have learned to work because there are always chores to do in a small house packed with little messy lunatics. And they all learn quickly that sometimes they have to clean up a mess even though they didn’t make it.

Humility. My children have learned it’s not always their turn. They’ve accepted they can’t always get their way because other people have to get their way sometimes. They’ve learned that some children are better at certain things than they are.

Foreign language skills. You can learn a lot of Spanish by watching ten years of Dora the Explorer that you just can’t pick up in two. And now with the Diego spin off I’m practically fluent.

Laughter. The children have learned to laugh at the insane non sequiturs of younger siblings. They’ve learned that laughing just feels better when seven people are doing it along with you.

Competition. Do I really need to go into this? Everything is a competition in big families. The children compete over who reads faster, who drinks their milk faster, who gets to the bathroom first…etc. Everything is a competition and they’re all keeping score.

Balance. The floor of the front room of my home is a minefield of toys and childhood paraphernalia. Just walking through the room requires great skill and balance. I’m absolutely convinced my two year old will be a favorite for Gold on the balance beam in the 2016 Olympics. (She might have to lay off the cookies a little but I’ll deal with that later.)

Life isn’t fair. Sometimes you just give it to the baby because you want a little quiet. Not all the time. But sometimes.

Just say “No.” Being able to say “no” may be the most undervalued skill in this world. The need to be liked is pervasive. The need to be cool even more so. Having brothers and sisters teaches children to say “no” about 143 times a day. It’s a good skill.

Praying. They learn that nothing beats praying together as a family.

Nature/Nurture. Having many children has taught me that nature has a lot more to do with who my kids are than nurture. This is helpful, especially when your children misbehave you don’t have to feel bad about it. Just say “Stupid nature!!!” and blame your spouse’s genes.

Namecalling. You can occasionally call your child by the wrong name and still not be considered a terrible parent. They know who you mean just from your tone. Sometimes if you need something done you can call the wrong name and someone will still show up. That helps.

Spying. My children have learned that they can’t get away with anything. I have spies who look a lot like them who are willing to drop the dime on them for anything. Even at school I’ve got a child in just about every grade. If they do something I’ll hear. That keeps them nervous. And I like keeping my kids a little nervous.

Friendship. The children have many friends. They’ve got girly friends, crying friends, fun loving friends, consoling friends, and crazy friends. And they all have the same last name. And they’ll be there forever for each other. No matter what.

Love. I think my children have learned to love because there are others around them to love and who love them. I honestly can think of no better way to teach children to love than siblings.


Monday, February 22, 2010

Not me! Monday

I've been a little short on the blogging front, but it's Monday, and anyone who knows me (in bloggy life) knows I'm good for at least one post a week. On Mondays. Becuase while I may find it easy to share what I did do this week, it is wayyy easier for me to just blog about what I did not do this week.

And without further adieu, I bring you this week's edition of


This week, on Tuesday, my husband and I took our sweet little family out to eat at a local steakhouse. Kids eat for $4 on Tuesday nights, so it was about as cheap as a car-full of happy meals would have been, but it tasted way better and it got us out of the house.

We enjoyed our night out. The kids behaved. Our steaks were delicious. There was no dishes to do and no messes to clean. It was a nice delightful evening.

Typically when we go out to dinner, I sit with Elysa, our youngest, next to me at the table, but on this night in particular, my dear hubby decided to take both girls on his side of the booth-a very nice change of pace for me.

Everything went well as far as our seating arrangements went, but at the end of our meal, while David and I were talking and the kids were talking and giggling with one another I looked over to see our 2-year-old slide out of her booster seat and grab ahold of the table in front of her to keep from falling to the floor. I know my husband saw the look of terror on my face because he immediately turned to aid our falling daughter.

I watched as my husband tried to pull her back into her seat and, feeling helpless, I peaked under the table to make sure she was okay.

AND THEN...

I did not laugh so hard that tears came to my eyes

as I peaked under the table

and made eye contact with my terrified daughter

who was swinging from the table

like a gymnast on the uneven bars,

with eyes as wide as saucers.

and knuckles as white as snow from clenching the table with all her might

as she ever-so-calmly said to me, "It's okay, mommy! I'm okay!"

I don't know who all those other diners were flashing those looks of disgust at. I was not the momma laughing at my infant child as she swung helplessly from the table to keep from falling. No, not me!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Regrets

When our first-born, Dylan was born, he weighed a whopping 7 lbs, 3 0z. I remember lying on the operating table and my mom saying, "He's SO tiny!" To which, the doctor replied, "Oh, no he's not!" But relevantly speaking, he was small. Small to us. You see, I was born weighing 9 lbs and something like 3 ounces and my brother weighed an ounce more, 9 lbs and 4 ounces. I'm sure the pounds are correct. The ounces might be off a little, but the fact was both of my mother's babies tipped the scales at nearly 10 pounds. So, reletively speaking, Dylan was very small.

I also remember my dad, who never tells me things I should do unless I ask for his advice, making the unsolicited comment, "You should let me hold him up and take a picture of how small he is. So small that I can hold him with one arm." And me brushing off the comment and never taking the picture. I regret that decision.

The funny thing is, my dad probably doesn't even remember making that statement. But he might. But to me, it is a moment that I often reflect back on and regret. Oh, how I wish I had taken that picture.

Since then, however, I have been a picture-taking fanatic. So much so, that I recently had my brother pose for this picture with my first-born.
Which he thought was silly, but he obliged.

Why did I make him pose? Well, because I saw them doing this:
Which reminded me of this day.
Which was not posed, for the record.

And because when it comes down to documenting my kiddos and their childhood, I just don't want to have any more regrets!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Not me! Monday

Welcome back to another Godseysix edition of MckMama's oh-so-fun blog carnival known as Not Me! Monday. After reading through my post, feel free to write your own, link up to her blog, and join in the fun! Be sure to leave me a comment so I can swing by your blog and read all about what you have not been doing!

And having said all that, let's get down to it!

This week, we had a double-whammy when it comes to losing teeth. Dylan, our oldest, lost TWO in one week.
We The tooth fairy was prepared for the first, but the second one kinda caught us her off guard. Consequently, I did not exchange the sweet little baby tooth under my firstborn's pillow with 8 quarters that I found in his own piggy bank! :GASP: Who would do something like that?! Not me!
What?!?! I paid him back! :) He'll never know!

And in the spirit of Valentine's Day, how about this one: David and I got each of the kids a little stuffed animal and a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day. This is our sweet 2-year-old Elysa's stuffed toy.
Since she adds her trademarked "it" to the end of every word, (like "bink-it" for blanket), she affectionately refers to the stuffed toy as "fwog-it". I do not think it is the funniest thing when she calls out for "fwog-it" and my husband snaps his head around and asks, "What did she just say?" LOL! I am way more mature than that. And, ahahahaheheheHAW, oh, excuse me, I just wouldn't laugh at something like that. Nope, not me!

And aside from the mid-week emotional breakdown that I did not have, I have been pretty good this week. Which makes this post one of my shortest Not Me! Monday's ever. But who's really keeping track anyway? Not me!

What have you not done this week?

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

It's the little things in life

It was the best of days. It was the worst of days.

If it could go wrong today, it did.
  • I sent Lydia off to school today not knowing until I dropped her off that today was her Valentine's party at school. She was the only kid in the class that did not bring Valentine's to share.
  • I left for work today without my jacket. It was 28 degrees today.
  • I had an interview for a training position today during which I broke down in tears and walked out of the interview.
  • I took the day off from work to finish crying. For the record, I really don't know why I started crying, but once I did, I couldn't stop.
  • I continued to cry off and on for the next FOUR hours.
  • Lydia "washed her hands" in scalding hot water which blistered and burned her little hands.
  • I cried some more.
  • I took the trash can to the curb tonight for trash pick up tomorrow. As I rolled the can towards the street a huge sheet of ice slid out of nowhere and left linear bruises across the backs of both of my hands.
  • Dylan hit Bryan in the face with the basketball.
  • I cried some more.
  • And despite my strenuous workout this morning, I ate 6 oreo cookies, 4 slices of pizza, 3 hot wings, and 2 pieces of dessert pizza tonight for dinner. With a Dr. Pepper. But that one kinda made me feel better. :/

And so did a perfect-timing phone call from my amazing mom, sweet little facebook messages from my dear hubby and my very dear friend, blog posts like this one from Eva's sweet (and funny) Momma, and these ten little piggies:

And I learn, once again, that it truly is the little things in life that can make a "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day" a little brighter!

Monday, February 8, 2010

WARNING: Another Snow Post

Once again, the area schools have closed. But this time, it was a little more understandable. We woke up to this:

Yes, yes, I know. Another picture of our house covered in snow. Big deal. But there just isn't much else to photograph around here. Except for maybe our truck.
Oh, and our beautiful kids.

And Sticky, our new Snowman.
And we just learned about an hour ago that the schools will be closed again tomorrow. Due to the rain. Regardless of the reason, I'll take another "snow day" with my babies. They seem to be growing up so quickly!

The Story of my Life. For now.

Saturday I was able to use some of my ever-so-tricky ways to convince the kids that it would be so fun to help me clean the house. For the most part, it worked.

These 3 did a magnificent job of cleaning up the play room
while this little munchkin kept herself occupied.
Two steps forward and two steps back.
Ahhh, the story of my life.
For now, anyway.But that's okay. I kinda like the story so far. :)

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Early Intervention

So, after the fourth kid (or the first for that matter) you learn that when you haven't seen them or heard from them in five minutes or so, they are bound to be up to something.
Or busy creating an 8-step-program.
To help you conquer your fear of....purses?