Wednesday, March 30, 2011

When Brothers Strike

I was truly concerned about how my boys would react to a girl. Oh, how I heard the moans and groans of wanting a boy the entire time I was pregnant with our Ladybug.



T-Bird was less than thrilled that we were having another baby, add baby girl to that and you have woeful T.



That changed the night she was born. He was hooked and didn't even want to try to wriggle free.



You wouldn't even know that those emotions existed once upon a time. Instead, he and the other two boys involve her in all activities. They could be sword fighting then come and ask her if she likes it or if they are doing it right. I love it!



This is what I've seen from T this week:



Bandannas for everyone, including little Ladybug!



And this absolutely melts my heart. This is the second time that I've found him reading board books to her. I think it's neat that he's not reading a book that appeals to him but a book that appeals to her.

While he wears a coon skin hat and she wears one of his army hats. Too cute!!!


Moments like this...the facts are undeniable...I am so blessed.


I love my little family.




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Monday, March 14, 2011

The Three Amigos Host a Fiesta!

I found myself at Hobby Lobby on Friday picking up last minute decor items for a friend's baby shower that I was helping to host. Oh, Hobby Lobby. My old foe. She's my old foe because there must be a chemical that is emitted through the air system that enhances the ability of my children to misbehave. Yes, I'm certain that is it. Well, I gave the boys the talk and reminded them about their last experience before entering the battlefield. Things went well. We found the little items needed for the table. Then we went to find napkins and those kind what-nots. I was looking for cutesie stuff and noticed sweet giggles behind me. I turned around to see this:




Two ladies walked by and one said, "Oh, look at the fiesta!"


This, technically, didn't qualify as misbehavior.


But it is definitely in the "my children are nutty" category. Ole'!

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

12 Weeks


I call her my little Rainbow Brite when she wears theses. Throwback to my childhood.


I woke up today and went about my business. Just an ordinary day.

A friend stopped by with her kiddos.

Still an ordinary day.

Then I mentioned to my friend, Dana, that Ladybug is 12 weeks today.

Then it happened.


12 weeks?????


12 weeks!!!!!

NO!

Really?!?

Yep, 12 weeks as of 5:23 this afternoon.

{And it's appropriate that Dana be here on this day. She was here when Ladybug arrived as well.}

12 weeks ago I experienced one of the most amazing, sacred events of my life.


12 weeks.

Today I celebrated her twelfth week of life by taking my tenth nap since her arrival. That's right my tenth nap. They are so few and far between that I actually have fun keeping up with how many I've had.

I don't know how I'm functioning with 3 kiddos, a newborn, and ten naps, but I am. I'm certain that it is the Lord giving me strength. He's good at that. Along with a good dose of His mercy and grace.

When I was pregnant with Ladybug, I had written on a note card Be thankful for every little mercy. I had written that specifically for my pregnancy and labor. Now I realize I'll need that thoughtful reminder for the rest of my life.


Ladybug enjoyed her favorite meal for her birthday...Momma's milk. And wore such a cute outfit...A onesie and leg warmers. Too cute.


My heart aches because these 12 weeks are something of a blur. Postpartum weeks always are.

But they are a beautiful blur.

Let's see. What does Ladybug enjoy?

Okay, got it.

Ladybug likes:
-Daddy's mad swaddling skills.
-T-Bird's voice.
-Professor X's slightly frantic soothing methods.
-Hoot's patience and calm when she is frazzled.
-Momma's soft curves that she snuggles into.
-The bumble bee on her swing that is always there telling her funny stories which excite her and bring out bursts of cheer.
-Jack Johnson's music. {she fits so well with the rest of the family}
-Her bath time. {okay, she loves her bath time}

And here's my Birthday Girl.




That dimple!!!

Her little onesie says, the best thing since sliced bread. So cute. So true.


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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Oh No He Di'nt!

Oh yes. He did.

My kids surprise me often, yet in my surprise I can also say that the "surprise" isn't that surprising because it fits in with my kids personalities. Did that even make sense? Hopefully, you get my meaning.

For instance, while making up our task board, Hoot began writing his name. Then he compiled a series of letters, some discernible and some not so much, and said, "Look, Momma, it spells my name. See it says Da-Vy-Cro-Cket. That's my name!" That little act was cute and surprising, and it fit the little person that Hoot is.

My dear Professor gave me a big surprise this past weekend. And yes, it too fit the little person he is.

Last week Hoot had asked to go to the bookstore. Baaaaaaaaah...{that's the sound of angels singing} This kid is after my heart. I love the bookstore. Oh to be surrounded by far off places, thrills, love, new insight...The smell alone of a book nearly makes me swoon.

So, considering that our Ladybug is 10 weeks, I thought we'd give it a go. We're very choosy with our outings but the bookstore won this one.

We went to Hobby Lobby first to look at decorations for a baby shower we are helping with.

Boys' Behavior Assessment at Hobby Lobby: Not good. But not terrible. Eeking by.

I HAD to go to Target to acquire something super duper cute for Ladybug. {They deserve their own post, so I'll not go into the details of these}

Boys' Behavior Assessment at Target: Dastardly.

Henceforth, when I refer to "boys" I'm referring to Hoot and the Professor. T-Bird is my sweet kiddo in this story.

I found myself at a loss. Their behavior went from okay to "oh my goodness...are these my kids" rather quickly. I had given the boys the talk about behavior and what we would be doing as we were out. They had a set of expectations. I wasn't throwing in any surprises. Part of the talk consisted of "we will not go to the bookstore if you act up, runaway, do not listen...." in the store. Then I even reworded the talk by saying, "you are such great little boys, you will listen and stay with Momma..."

I picked up Ladybug's cute little items, turned my back for 3 and a half seconds and that's when the two little boys disappeared. I found them climbing behind the stroller boxes!!!!! And oh how they giggled! What fun they were having! I then gave a hearty, "Argh." I got the boys out of their cave of stroller wonders and started heading toward the check out. T was pushing Ladybug in her stroller and I had a boy's hand in each of my own.

That's when sweet little Hoot said something to me. I {{{mistakenly}}} released the kid to listen to him. {{{why}}} That's when he saw his opportunity to spring from the Power (i.e. me) and took off through the women's lingerie. Giggles and woo-hoos followed.

This is the point that the Professor tries to wriggle out of my grasp to join the newly sprung Hoot on his joyride. He began to fist pump and cheer on Hoot.

{This is the "Oh No He Di'nt! moment}

Professor X encouraged with great enthusiasm, "Ya, Go Hoot! Go, Hoot, go!!! Go, go, go!!!" This cheer continued for quiet a while because I was dumbfounded. I looked at my son and suddenly was torn. Not only was this bad behavior, but it was funny. Yes, sometimes disobedience has a comical air to it. But as a mother, you can't laugh at this cute little fist pumping scene. For two reasons, you'll let him know that this is okay and you enjoy it. And two, this behavior will not be cute when he is a fifteen year old.

So, I hold my composure. Finally, acquire a Hoot, check out, get to the truck and then give the bad news.

We will not being going to the bookstore.

Let the whining and compromising begin. {I was sobbing on the inside}

Not just whining and compromising but a little bit of manipulation dusted with bribing.

If you take us we'll be good...

We promise....

Those promises and compromises sounded so good. Yet, I had to keep my word. Say what you mean and mean what you say, right?

Some days you have to cut your losses for the greater good. I mean, so you'll have a well-rounded child who becomes an adult. One who doesn't manipulate or bribe to get his way.

On this day, I left Small Town to go to the Big City only to not enjoy one of the greatest treasures of Big City. (!!!!!)

I don't know. I just know that I was very sad to not go to the book store and sniff hundreds of books. But I also felt good about my parenting. They didn't wear me down. I followed through.

The boys are looking forward to their next chance to visit the bookstore and have already explained what their behavior will be. {big sigh of relief from Momma}.

Well done. Our next trip should include no fist pumping or cheering.

Guilty parties. Forgiven parties.






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