Happy, Happy Birthday to the best 6 year old in the universe!
We love you so very much!
Love,
Mommy, Daddy, Evan, Luke, Logan & Wes
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Jack is 6!
Happy, Happy Birthday to the best 6 year old in the universe!
We love you so very much!
Love,
Mommy, Daddy, Evan, Luke, Logan & Wes
Monday, November 7, 2011
Should I Be Selfish?
(This post is dedicated to Angie, who may be the only faithful reader I have. Thanks, Ang.)
My husband will be the first to tell you that I have a really, really, REALLY hard time saying no when it comes to the boys. To me, there are two kinds of no. The first, is when your kids are being bratty, rude, mean, disrespectful, or unruly. I'm actually good at that kind of no. In fact, I think I'm even better at that kind of no than hubby is.
Just don't tell him I said so.
The type of no I struggle with, involves giving the boys anything and everything I own. My iphone, the food on my plate, the tea I just sat down to enjoy....the list is endless. At the drop of a hat, what was once mine, has quickly become theirs. The thing I miss most?
My bed.
Imagine being sound asleep, and having an adorable little boy crawl into bed with you and begin to snuggle. They get right up close, and press their tiny feet onto your legs. They sigh a deep sigh, for they are now safe and warm. You look at their precious face, and wonder how you ever got so lucky. You cover them up and snuggle back. It's bliss.
It's bliss that lasts 5 minutes.
The next several hours until daylight are seldom restful or enjoyable.
I've been slapped
smacked
kicked
punched
poked
elbowed
and kneed.
I've been bloodied and bruised, and occasionally, I get peed on.
There is one boy in particular, that comes to my bed at 11:30 every night. He's sweet as sugar as he settles in, but once he falls back into a slumber, he quickly turns into Chuck Norris and the abuse begins. Last night, he elbowed me in the back of the head three times. "Logan!" I said. "What are you doing to Mommy?"
"I have to hurt you." he replied. "You tattled on me." And then he rolled over.
In the past week, I've resorted to sleeping on the floor, and have even gone in search of the many empty beds that lie unclaimed in the boys' rooms. I take what I can get.
But I feel like I can finally take no more. I'm tired. I'm achy. I'm grouchy.
You see, if hubby had it his way, he'd march them back to their beds each and every time they tried to claim territory on ours. However, hubby could sleep through a cyclone, and is rarely aware of our midnight visitors. That leaves the dirty work up to me. What am I supposed to do? Stop them at bedside and 'tattle' to their father, who will scoop them up and return them where they came from? In my mind, I can see their sad, watery eyes staring back at me as he carried them out of our room.
I'm not built to withstand that type of image. And if I can't even picture what it would be like, I'm surely not strong enough to make it a reality.
Which is why I feel as though I have no choice, but to continue being the punching bag for my boys, and the bad dreams they bring with them. I'd rather be hurt, than hurt them.
So if you text or call me, and I don't answer for a few days....or weeks, my boys must have my phone.
And if you ladies have been searching for my favorite beauty product (Well-Rested Eye Concealer), and you can't seem to find it, I apologize. I must have bought the last one.
This mom is far from well-rested.
If you're reading this, and you've proudly reclaimed your bed, do me a solid and tell me how you did it.
YAWN....please?
Thursday, November 3, 2011
To this and that, I SAY...
Since I've been MIA forever, this should get us caught up again. Try your best to follow along.
To Halloween, I SAY: We planned, we decorated, we conquered. You were in and out like a flash. See you next year.
To my son who turns 6 in less than a week, I SAY: I promise I'm doing my best at scraping together a fabulous last-minute birthday party. You won't be disappointed.
To my house (especially MY room and the bathrooms), I SAY: You win. Try as I might, I can't keep up.
To the boy who sneaks into the bathroom every morning and munches on Halloween candy, then ditches his rubbish behind the potty, I SAY: Time for a new hiding place. I'm on to you.
To my cupboards, I SAY: I apologize that you are so bare. As I type this, I'm trying to plan dinner, but for the life of me, I can't think of anything to make with beef broth, black beans, and Reece's peanut butter cups.
To my 10 year old son, I SAY: I will never forget the way you looked as you went out the door today. I hope the kids on the playground didn't give you the business. We'll get you new pants this weekend....promise.
To my garden, I SAY: It saddens me to see you all covered in snow. Sleep well, you've earned your rest.
To my new little niece, I SAY: Only 17 more days until I can wallow in your new baby smell and cuddle you for hours.
To M & D, I SAY: Thank you for taking me with you to be there for little M's arrival. It was an amazing trip!
To the best husband IN THE WORLD, I SAY: Thank you for holding down the fort while I was gone. You have earned a complete day of doing nothing but watch football. I'll even bring you a few beers, and clear any empties while I'm at it.
To my sister in-law, I SAY: Only 17 more days until you'll have 17 people living in your house...for 5 days. Brace yourself.
To Christmas, I SAY: You are only 51 days, 7 hours, and 41 minutes away. I'm counting.
To School, I SAY: Due to circumstances beyond my control, I won't be seeing you next semester. Want to know a secret? You won't be missed. You don't fit into any of my holiday plans, anyway.
And last, but not least, to the person stalking my blog (you know who you are), I SAY: Have you had your fill? Good. Time to move on.
Love,
Amy
To Halloween, I SAY: We planned, we decorated, we conquered. You were in and out like a flash. See you next year.
To my son who turns 6 in less than a week, I SAY: I promise I'm doing my best at scraping together a fabulous last-minute birthday party. You won't be disappointed.
To my house (especially MY room and the bathrooms), I SAY: You win. Try as I might, I can't keep up.
To the boy who sneaks into the bathroom every morning and munches on Halloween candy, then ditches his rubbish behind the potty, I SAY: Time for a new hiding place. I'm on to you.
To my cupboards, I SAY: I apologize that you are so bare. As I type this, I'm trying to plan dinner, but for the life of me, I can't think of anything to make with beef broth, black beans, and Reece's peanut butter cups.
To my 10 year old son, I SAY: I will never forget the way you looked as you went out the door today. I hope the kids on the playground didn't give you the business. We'll get you new pants this weekend....promise.
To my garden, I SAY: It saddens me to see you all covered in snow. Sleep well, you've earned your rest.
To my new little niece, I SAY: Only 17 more days until I can wallow in your new baby smell and cuddle you for hours.
To M & D, I SAY: Thank you for taking me with you to be there for little M's arrival. It was an amazing trip!
To the best husband IN THE WORLD, I SAY: Thank you for holding down the fort while I was gone. You have earned a complete day of doing nothing but watch football. I'll even bring you a few beers, and clear any empties while I'm at it.
To my sister in-law, I SAY: Only 17 more days until you'll have 17 people living in your house...for 5 days. Brace yourself.
To Christmas, I SAY: You are only 51 days, 7 hours, and 41 minutes away. I'm counting.
To School, I SAY: Due to circumstances beyond my control, I won't be seeing you next semester. Want to know a secret? You won't be missed. You don't fit into any of my holiday plans, anyway.
And last, but not least, to the person stalking my blog (you know who you are), I SAY: Have you had your fill? Good. Time to move on.
Love,
Amy
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Baby Crazy
In case you haven't heard, my little sister is preggers, and is due to deliver
A GIRL
in just a few short weeks.
There are currently 8 boys in our family, ranging in age from 10 months to 10 years. And in case you don't know much about boys, here's a crash course.
Boys are messy
they have horrendous table manners
they never use utensils
and they have been known to practice voodoo on their milk.
They pee whenever and wherever they feel like it
and they don't take fancy crab dinners seriously.
Worst of all,
they continue to dress up like Star Wars characters. Even when they're 33.
(My brother...poor guy just isn't himself unless he's wearing his favorite pair of skinny jeans)
As you can imagine, finding out that a GIRL would soon be joining our family, was news that we had been waiting for...for a long time.
We threw Meg (and baby Madyson) a shower two weeks ago. It was girlie, frilly, and fun.
It was pinkishly perfect.
So hurry it up, little girl. We're all ready and waiting to crown the family princess.
(Of course, no one is as eager as your Aunt Amy.)
A GIRL
in just a few short weeks.
There are currently 8 boys in our family, ranging in age from 10 months to 10 years. And in case you don't know much about boys, here's a crash course.
Boys are messy
they have horrendous table manners
they never use utensils
and they have been known to practice voodoo on their milk.
They pee whenever and wherever they feel like it
and they don't take fancy crab dinners seriously.
Worst of all,
(My brother...poor guy just isn't himself unless he's wearing his favorite pair of skinny jeans)
As you can imagine, finding out that a GIRL would soon be joining our family, was news that we had been waiting for...for a long time.
We threw Meg (and baby Madyson) a shower two weeks ago. It was girlie, frilly, and fun.
It was pinkishly perfect.
So hurry it up, little girl. We're all ready and waiting to crown the family princess.
(Of course, no one is as eager as your Aunt Amy.)
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Diaper Fairy Update
I have NO business blogging. None.
My To Do list is steadily growing a mile per minute, and I fear I'll never catch up.
Oh well.
As you know, the Diaper Fairy came to our house and took all of Wes's diapers to the 'babies' that needed them. The past 10 days have been a challenge. A struggle. And VERY messy.
There have been days I've wanted to call the Diaper Fairy and tell her to fly her fairy butt over here and give me 5 diapers. Just 5. I'd be willing to pay a pretty penny.
But she didn't leave a number.
So we've been patient. Patient as humanly possible with a 3 year-old who says he's "Just not weady!"
If I had stuck to my word, and given you the Diaper Fairy update last week, I would have told you that the Diaper Fairy must be BFF's with the 'slices and dices' guy on the HSN. Because up until today, she seemed like nothing more than a gimmick.
But wait....
There's MORE...
Something clicked in little Wes's brain today. He woke up this morning and rejected a dry pull-up (yes, I've cheated a little). Instead, he picked out his brand-spankin'-new Mickey Mouse undies and proudly pulled them up.
That was at 7:15 this morning.
And he's still dry.
My To Do list is steadily growing a mile per minute, and I fear I'll never catch up.
Oh well.
As you know, the Diaper Fairy came to our house and took all of Wes's diapers to the 'babies' that needed them. The past 10 days have been a challenge. A struggle. And VERY messy.
There have been days I've wanted to call the Diaper Fairy and tell her to fly her fairy butt over here and give me 5 diapers. Just 5. I'd be willing to pay a pretty penny.
But she didn't leave a number.
So we've been patient. Patient as humanly possible with a 3 year-old who says he's "Just not weady!"
If I had stuck to my word, and given you the Diaper Fairy update last week, I would have told you that the Diaper Fairy must be BFF's with the 'slices and dices' guy on the HSN. Because up until today, she seemed like nothing more than a gimmick.
But wait....
There's MORE...
Something clicked in little Wes's brain today. He woke up this morning and rejected a dry pull-up (yes, I've cheated a little). Instead, he picked out his brand-spankin'-new Mickey Mouse undies and proudly pulled them up.
That was at 7:15 this morning.
And he's still dry.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Houston, We Have An Egg!
Back in April, hubby and I loaded up the gang and headed to a farm/feed store in Eastern CO. The rustic wooden floors were lined with brooders. Each one holding day old chicks in countless varieties. The boys browsed and quickly found their match. The small cardboard box that accompanied us on our journey home, chirped the entire way.
Raising chicks has been more rewarding than I could have ever imagined. This morning, however, the reward grew...
Jack's hen, Paulie, left this for us bright and early.
Five months of waiting was worth the wait. Who wants eggs???
(PS-An update of the Diaper Fairy is on it's way....tomorrow)
Raising chicks has been more rewarding than I could have ever imagined. This morning, however, the reward grew...
Jack's hen, Paulie, left this for us bright and early.
Five months of waiting was worth the wait. Who wants eggs???
(PS-An update of the Diaper Fairy is on it's way....tomorrow)
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tale of two fairies.
Since 2001, I've been
changing,
and changing,
and changing the diapers of my babes.
It's been 10 years, and I'm ready to give them (the diapers, not my babes) the boot.
The only problem lies with a certain karaoke-singing 3 year old....pictured below.
This boy is as independent as they come. I'm pretty sure, if given the chance, he could whip up a mean fried egg, pick up his brothers from the bus stop, gas up my car, or do a load of laundry from start to finish.
His vocabulary could leave some adults feeling inept.
He's 3....going on 30.
And he likes his diapers.
Over the past few weeks, the pep talks have been powerful....but not persuasive.
"I'll do it when I turn 5, mom. I'm just not ready yet." he says.
Enter the Diaper Fairy.
I'm pretty sure she's the Tooth Fairy's sister. And today, I called her on the phone. Lucky for me, she was able to fit us into her tight schedule. She's coming tonight to rid our house of diapers, once and for all.
Tomorrow will be a new day.
Thanks, Diaper Fairy. I owe you one.
changing,
and changing,
and changing the diapers of my babes.
It's been 10 years, and I'm ready to give them (the diapers, not my babes) the boot.
The only problem lies with a certain karaoke-singing 3 year old....pictured below.
This boy is as independent as they come. I'm pretty sure, if given the chance, he could whip up a mean fried egg, pick up his brothers from the bus stop, gas up my car, or do a load of laundry from start to finish.
His vocabulary could leave some adults feeling inept.
He's 3....going on 30.
And he likes his diapers.
Over the past few weeks, the pep talks have been powerful....but not persuasive.
"I'll do it when I turn 5, mom. I'm just not ready yet." he says.
Enter the Diaper Fairy.
I'm pretty sure she's the Tooth Fairy's sister. And today, I called her on the phone. Lucky for me, she was able to fit us into her tight schedule. She's coming tonight to rid our house of diapers, once and for all.
Tomorrow will be a new day.
Thanks, Diaper Fairy. I owe you one.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
August 14, 2008
In December of 2007, Derek and I traveled to Napa, and brought a precious little souvenir back home with us.
He changed our lives forever.
And we'd be forever lost without him.
The world would not be as sunny without you.
Love,
Mommy, Daddy, Evan., Luke, Jack & Logan
He changed our lives forever.
And we'd be forever lost without him.
Weston Madrill
Wes Baby
Wessers
Wes the Babe
Baby Wes
The world would not be as sunny without you.
HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY!
Love,
Mommy, Daddy, Evan., Luke, Jack & Logan
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