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
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Well hello there!
Tap tap tap.....is this thing on?
You waited for me. After weeks and weeks without a single post, you (you faithful reader, you) waited.
Bless you.
It may seem as though I've fallen off the edge of the earth, but here I sit....alive and well...and ready to blog with a vengeance.
I've spent the last few weeks preparing for the end of summer. School has begun and the kids are off to a great start. The 2011/2012 school year lineup is as follows:
One fifth grader.
One second grader.
One kindergartner.
One preschooler.
And the one who's still 100% at home with mom.
Aside from doing my best to reprogram my 'summer mind' into something more productive, I'm spending my days doing what I do best.
Like fishing flashlights out of the potty.
See? You really haven't missed that much.
You waited for me. After weeks and weeks without a single post, you (you faithful reader, you) waited.
Bless you.
It may seem as though I've fallen off the edge of the earth, but here I sit....alive and well...and ready to blog with a vengeance.
I've spent the last few weeks preparing for the end of summer. School has begun and the kids are off to a great start. The 2011/2012 school year lineup is as follows:
One fifth grader.
One second grader.
One kindergartner.
One preschooler.
And the one who's still 100% at home with mom.
Aside from doing my best to reprogram my 'summer mind' into something more productive, I'm spending my days doing what I do best.
Like fishing flashlights out of the potty.
See? You really haven't missed that much.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
When the dog bites...
When the bee stings,
when I'm feeling sad.
(or confused, bewildered, sad, despondent, defeated and discouraged)
I simply take note of the wonders around me,
Like boys feeding chickens...
and the beauty of an impending thunderstorm...
And then I don't feel....
so bad!
when I'm feeling sad.
(or confused, bewildered, sad, despondent, defeated and discouraged)
I simply take note of the wonders around me,
Like boys feeding chickens...
and the beauty of an impending thunderstorm...
And then I don't feel....
so bad!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Bogalish
Four years ago today, a sweet baby boy with a dimple in each cheek, and extra-long fingers and toes came into our world. He's a happy, goofy, curious, mischievous, super duper smart, caring and loving boy who wears his heart on his sleeve.
Logan James.
You've taught me more these past four years than most people learn in a lifetime. Because of you, I know that ants and roly poly's are cute, and that I shouldn't step on them, because they're just twyin' to get back to their mamas. Because of you, we frequently eat dinner with your daily 'creature catch' as our kitchen table centerpiece. These are the things make me smile.
Since you've been potty-trained, the bushes and trees in our yard (and at the park, and various other public places) have miraculously doubled in size. We thank you for sharing your organic materials with the world.
You leave no stone unturned, and you search around each and every corner. I often find you in sticky (and
Logan James
Logie Bogie
Bogie
Bogie Boy
Bogalish
Lishy
Lishy Lou
WE LOVE YOU!
Happy Birthday, my boy.
Love,
Mommy
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