It is disheartening that I will miss things like this,
Thursday, February 24, 2011
5 Days
I feel like a crazy person, but I am headed back to work in five days. I already feel overwhelmed. However I'm feeling a little like the little engine that could, I think I can. It works out to be 30 days over 3 months so I think I'll survive despite the chaos that may take over my life. It is heartening that my kids LOVE Ms. Jill's house and that my sweet Mom will get to snuggle Grady a couple of days a week.
It is disheartening that I will miss things like this,
It is disheartening that I will miss things like this,
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Month One
We have gotten through the first month. The kids have been great. I am not saying we haven't all had our moments but overall we are doing really good. Garrick and Marley and love Grady so much that they often smother him especially when I am feeding him. The hardest thing has been being stuck in the house. (Cold+asthmatic kids+inversion= too much time in the house) Ironically though we haven't gone hardly anywhere we've all been sick more than we've been for a long time, which has been even less fun. Grady is such a cute baby, his hair got so crazy that we've even cut it already. He is getting chunky looks a lot like Garrick did, with their chubby cheeks. I figure the first month has to be the hardest so it should be all down hill from here Right?
After we all gave Grady a bath and got him all dressed.
These are his after and before (respectively) hair cut pics. I don't know if you can tell but he had about 1 1/2 inches on top, I finally caved and he and everyone else got haircuts on Saturday.
Grady's swing became their space ship while I was busy feeding the baby. I am lucky they have imaginations because we haven't had to watch TV 24/7.
After we all gave Grady a bath and got him all dressed.
These are his after and before (respectively) hair cut pics. I don't know if you can tell but he had about 1 1/2 inches on top, I finally caved and he and everyone else got haircuts on Saturday.
Grady's swing became their space ship while I was busy feeding the baby. I am lucky they have imaginations because we haven't had to watch TV 24/7.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
EIGHT days
GRADY Worth
Here is our new sweet boy. He is 8 days old and amazing. Icky and Mar love him so much as do Carl and I. I hope your Christmas was as good as ours was.
Have a great new year.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Oh the lies. . .
I know I am a horrible parent, but really I didn't know what else to do. But let me tell the story.
The kids and I went to my parents a couple of weeks ago. We waited until my Dad would be home because my Mom kept saying how much he has been missing the kids. So we got there and they played outside with Grandpa for hours, I know because I watched from the warmth of the house. They did take a break for dinner and I told the kids it was time to go, they never want to leave Grandma's house is so much more fun than ours. Just as we start getting our stuff together Garrick says, "We forgot to make a nest." So Grandpa gets a paper bag, cuts it small and goes out in the dark with Garrick and Marley to make a nest. He comes back with the bag full of twigs and stinky cut grass and proceeds to put a couple of duck eggs in it. (I know what you're thinking, duck eggs, he has a friend who has egg laying ducks. He and my mom have been eating them.) He then tells me that the shells are really thick and they will be harder for Garrick to break.
On the way home I decide to break the news that the eggs aren't going to hatch. Needless to say Garrick is upset he knows they are going to hatch and is yelling at me. I even started to try to explain the difference between a fertilized egg and an unfertilized egg. Carl looked at me and said, "Are you really having the birds and bees talk with our 4 year old?" I guess I kind of did. Well, nothing worked Icky was mad, so I cut a deal. I said, "Okay Garrick if these eggs are going to hatch they will in a couple of days, if they hatch you are right and I was wrong so lets wait a couple days and see what happens." He agrees and I successfully smoothed over a knock-down-drag-out with my boy.
After he went to bed I didn't want to put the eggs and the nest in the fridge so I decided to put them out on the back porch since it was cold I figured the eggs wouldn't get gross yet. I didn't know it would be really windy that night. Next morning when I went out back to check on things the nest was gone and the poor eggs were lying on the patio cracked (not broken just cracked). I scooped them up as quickly as I could and carried them quietly to the garbage. I then crossed my fingers and waited for the questions.
He finally asked about the eggs later that afternoon. Oh the lies, I told him they had hatched and flown away. He then asked about the nest (which I still have not found) I told him they took it with them so they would have somewhere to sleep. He decided they hadn't gone far and asked with tears and sobs if we could go look for them. Oh the lies, I then said that they had flown to Oregon (our favorite vacation spot) because ducks love Oregon and that we could see them next time we went. He was completely satisfied and we have had a great story to tell ever since. But oh the lies a parent will tell to appease their beautiful child.
The kids and I went to my parents a couple of weeks ago. We waited until my Dad would be home because my Mom kept saying how much he has been missing the kids. So we got there and they played outside with Grandpa for hours, I know because I watched from the warmth of the house. They did take a break for dinner and I told the kids it was time to go, they never want to leave Grandma's house is so much more fun than ours. Just as we start getting our stuff together Garrick says, "We forgot to make a nest." So Grandpa gets a paper bag, cuts it small and goes out in the dark with Garrick and Marley to make a nest. He comes back with the bag full of twigs and stinky cut grass and proceeds to put a couple of duck eggs in it. (I know what you're thinking, duck eggs, he has a friend who has egg laying ducks. He and my mom have been eating them.) He then tells me that the shells are really thick and they will be harder for Garrick to break.
On the way home I decide to break the news that the eggs aren't going to hatch. Needless to say Garrick is upset he knows they are going to hatch and is yelling at me. I even started to try to explain the difference between a fertilized egg and an unfertilized egg. Carl looked at me and said, "Are you really having the birds and bees talk with our 4 year old?" I guess I kind of did. Well, nothing worked Icky was mad, so I cut a deal. I said, "Okay Garrick if these eggs are going to hatch they will in a couple of days, if they hatch you are right and I was wrong so lets wait a couple days and see what happens." He agrees and I successfully smoothed over a knock-down-drag-out with my boy.
After he went to bed I didn't want to put the eggs and the nest in the fridge so I decided to put them out on the back porch since it was cold I figured the eggs wouldn't get gross yet. I didn't know it would be really windy that night. Next morning when I went out back to check on things the nest was gone and the poor eggs were lying on the patio cracked (not broken just cracked). I scooped them up as quickly as I could and carried them quietly to the garbage. I then crossed my fingers and waited for the questions.
He finally asked about the eggs later that afternoon. Oh the lies, I told him they had hatched and flown away. He then asked about the nest (which I still have not found) I told him they took it with them so they would have somewhere to sleep. He decided they hadn't gone far and asked with tears and sobs if we could go look for them. Oh the lies, I then said that they had flown to Oregon (our favorite vacation spot) because ducks love Oregon and that we could see them next time we went. He was completely satisfied and we have had a great story to tell ever since. But oh the lies a parent will tell to appease their beautiful child.
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