Friday, February 27, 2015

CBN anchor

Things don't go right for us, so we start complaining and thinking, God you're not running the universe right for me today. 

I love that!

Saturday, February 21, 2015

One of the disadvantages of having...

a stuffy nose is that you wake up at 3AM to discover TTT in your bed, in all of their horrible sleeping positions.  I say a prayer for my future children, their future spouses.  Yikes!

On the plus side, it only took Liam 40 minutes to go back to sleep.  Go Liam!  Probably could have went to sleep faster, if he had had some elbow room in the bed.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Why is it...

that every time Liam does something to frustrate or annoy me, say like refusing to unclench his fist to get his hand through his shirt's opening, I call him Layla in my mind?

It's bizarre.  It's not like the baby frustrates me more than her twin and her brother.  They all annoy and frustrate me equally.  Maybe it's because she was the youngest in the family for so long.  Things that make you go hmmm...I wonder if it will stay like this always, or just until he starts talking.  But for now next time, I want to change his diaper and he wants to roll over and scoot away, I'm sure in my mind I'll say, "Layla, can you please lay down and let me change your diaper."

Monday, February 2, 2015

Questionnaires

I'm filling out a questionnaire for the twins.  One of the questions is:

What age did your child say his or her first word?  And what was it?

For a second, it crossed my mind to write.  She's not my first born so how am I supposed to know.  But I figured that's not the answer they wanted so I"ll just leave it blank.

At least I can kind of answer the walking question.  I can't give an age and date like with Jory, obviously, but at least I have an approximate age.  I know for the twins it was over a year.  Rowan it was around 13 or 14 months.  Layla, closer to 18 months.

But how cute, what was age of your child's first word?  Obviously someone with no kids or only one wrote this questionnaire.

It's like the time the woman at the dentist office asked me, how old one of the twins was when they got their first tooth.  I must have given her the most puzzled stare.  Then she said, "Oh, you have more than one.  That's fine."  Smart woman.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

I'm sharing this with Rowan's One before he marries her

"Mommy, will Santa be able to find us on the ship?" Rowan asked, as we were driving work and school.

"Yes," I answered.

"How will he get on the ship?" she questioned.

"He's Santa," I responded vaguely.

"Maybe he will bring me my puppy on the ship," she continued.

"You can't have a dog until you are grown and out of the house," Layla reminded her Irish twin.

Oh, my beautiful baby.  She remembered.

"I don't want a dog," Jory interjected, "you have to clean up his poop."







"Yeah, I don't want either.  I don't want to clean up anyone's poop," the baby agreed.


"My husband will clean up after the dog.  And he'll change our baby's diapers.  And he'll cook," Rowan informed her siblings.




"He's going to leave you if he has to do all that," the baby told her sister.

"No, he's not.  I'm going to sit down and relax and hold the baby."

I want my future son to know what he's getting before he proposes.  :)  The things that run through the mind of seven-year-old blonde girls named Rowan.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Layla vs Liam aka Jack aka Maybe Jack

Layla so wants to be like her big brother and older Irish twin.  She wants to be able to hold Liam, carry him from room to room, or carry him outside to the car.  But I don't let her.  I tell her, he's half her size.  But I am more than happy to let her sit on the sofa or on the bed or on the floor and hold him.  And she does, until he starts crying, fussing, or she loses interest.  Usually the later happens first.

So anyhoo, we went to the doctor and four-month-old Liam weighed in at 18 lbs and 10 ozs.  He's not as chunky as Teddy was.  When Jory weighed that much, he was walking.

Layla goes to the doctor and she weighs in at 39 1/2 lbs.

There is an 11 pound difference between my baby and Liam.  There is six and a half year age difference between the two of them.

Our doctor is young and so sweet.  He won't call Liam fat.  Uh, he is.  And he basically said, my baby can't afford to miss a meal.

It's a good thing I don't let her walk around the house holding him.  One throwing back of the head and they'd both topple to the ground.  (Not that he throws back his head, but in case he did.)

MLK Weekend



So I put Liam at the end of the baby's bed, while I supervised the girls cleaning out the drawers, since no one knows how to make sure clothes are actually folded properly and laying in the drawer and not sticking out of the drawer.  I looked down and Liam was in my lap.  I thought that's odd.  Did he move up here on his own?  Nah.

I turned him around facing the opposite end of the bed and waited.  Next thing I knew, Pinky and the Brain was on the move.  Friday night of MLK weekend, he lived out Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King's cry, "Free at last!  Free at last!" 

My Pinky is on the move.  God help us all.