a kiss to you from Jane

twin moments

Jane learned to crawl out of her bed(almost 2 months ago). For a little while it meant that there was a LOT of screaming at bed time. We dusted off the the gate we bought when Gavin made the same discovery and after a few very long screaming sessions, she realized that she still had to go to sleep...and mommy and daddy didn't care if she slept on the floor.

Anyway, a few mornings ago I went to let the twins out of their room. I heard giggling, and this is what I saw as I peaked my head thru the curtain...Jane had crawled out of her bed, rounded up some toys, tossed them into Atticus's bed and then climbed in herself. They were having a gay old time, laughing and playing with the toys and each other.

The other day I checked on them during nap time and found that Jane had climbed into his bed again and they were both in there sound asleep. I love having twins(even when I want to throttle them=).

poor little neglected blog...

good mom = bad housekeeper/bad blogger
good housekeeper = bad(mean) mom/bad blogger
good blogger = bad housekeeper/bad(but amused) mom

OR

make Christmas presents = bad mom/bad housekeeper/bad blogger!

What does it mean to have 4 children? It means that when you are in the middle of changing the baby's diaper and your oldest child decides he wants to take a bath, that by the time you get the diaper changed and get to the bathroom you will find your oldest daughter testing the bathwater that her brother was so kind to start running....testing the bathwater with her pajama clad feet.

It means that when your oldest daughter learns how to climb out of her crib and makes you crazy by screaming hysterically at the gate, and when you have decided to let her scream so she realizes she has to take a nap anyway....it means that oldest child will come by when you are not paying attention and take down the gate...allowing her to escape.

It means that oldest daughter and second son experiment with sharing and throwing with the baby...poor baby.

things that go urp in the night...

Late at night, I get up feeling an urgent need to vomit. Make a bee line for the bathroom and prepare to hover...when I hear the sound of puking followed by a weak whimper from Atticus. Oh boy. Luckily mommy instincts kick in and my desire to hurl fades to a dull nausea as I throw him in the tub. Kenneth is a dear and cleans out the crib. Sometime in the middle of that Jane wakes up and decides that we need to have a party. So freshly scrubbed and wide awake the twins join us in bed and we watch a movie. What a reason for a late night movie eh? Only problem, Atticus apparently did not completely empty his stomach. Lucky me, I am the one who catches most of it. So Atticus gets to take his second bath of the evening this time with me. Jane wanders into the bathroom and nearly goes insane from jealousy, so she gets to climb in too. We finally get them to bed. Gavin decides it is a great morning to get up early. Get up early and bounce on mom and dad.

Belle and Snow White...

When your best friend spends all of her time dressed like a princess...























Sometimes a fellow just has to see what all the fuss is about!


















It is hard to climb in a skirt!


















Funny friends!

motorcycle mama

Round here we grow 'em tough!























"You lookin at me?"

irresistable!

Guess who laughed out loud for the first time today? Anna Bananna that is who! I was blowing raspberries on her stomach and all of the sudden out bubbles a laugh! I just can't get enough of this girl.

For all you "Twilight" fans...

THIS is the movie I want to see!(make sure you click "more" on the captions beside the pictures)

shall we dance?

Anne

She passed her 2 month well baby, shots and all. Her only hang up was taking the Tylenol. She threw it all up, and was much happier when I stopped forcing her to take it.











stats:
at 14lbs 3 oz she is in the 97th percentile for weight
she is in the 95th percentile for height at 24 1/4 inches long
sleeping at least 9 hours a night(the night before her Dr. visit she slept 11)











She is my gift. I cannot believe how easy she is(of course she hasn't started moving yet!) She is so happy. It just goes to show...we make plans and God laughs. If it had been up to me, she would not be here. I just didn't think I was ready for another baby so soon after the twins. The Lord had a better plan, here she is...an absolute perfect fit for our family!

my children disgust me...

seems like all I ever write about it poop...

Gavin decides he needs to go "pee pee" while I am on a heavy diaper changing rotation. I strip him of his diaper and let him do his thing while I change Jane and Anne. When he comes back he informs me that "da cow fell in da toilet." Urgh! Kenneth just fixed our toilet when a dinosaur wanted to take a swim. I check out the bathroom and am relieved to find the toilet clear of cows and flushing as it should. I put a diaper on him and get him ready to go play at Ella's house. As an after thought I grab his pacifier cause 1. He is only supposed to get one at bed time and nap time, and 2. He has chosen one that has a pink pony attached to the end. As I grab it, it squishes moistly in my hand...oh please no...please no...

Me: "Um Gavin..." (holding up the pacifier) "What is this?"
Gavin: "Da Cow! It fell in da toilet!"


Keep in mind that I pulled that pacifier out of his MOUTH. P-Uke. That particular pacifier is no longer with our family. Am I a bad mom if I never kiss my kids...it just seems safer...

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I am on the floor flirting up a storm with Anne(currently my most non disgusting child) Atticus walks by and I catch a wiff of the funk. I grab him to change his diaper and my hand loses traction and slides all the way down to his ankle. It is then that I notice the pale yellow/green poop all over his shorts and smeared down both of his legs. I get a better grip and hoist him up by his ankle and haul him straight to the bathtub where I set him down (gently) headfirst. Jane gets extremely upset that I don't let her take a bath with him.















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Jane's new thing when I am feeding her is to choke on a bite(no matter how small...seriously I have been making the bites smaller and smaller trying to combat this problem...much smaller and I am going to be feeding her with a microscope) and gag to the point that she throws up. All over herself. Sometimes she tries to shoot it at me. (She doesn't do this at every meal, otherwise we would be seeing a doctor about it...This new trick usually manages to surface when we are eating foods that she is not fond of)


















Are my children more disgusting than the average child? Or are they just better at quadruple teaming me....

hanging out with the boys...

Kick back. Relax. Watch some Sesame Street. Nothing like having dad/uncle Kenneth in charge!

Sharing...*shudder*

Setting: Anne is laying on my bed. Gavin climbs up beside her and covers them both up with his blanket. I go and uncover Anne's face...

Me: "Daddy said not to cover Anne's face.
Gavin: "Ok. (moving hand toward her face...more specifically her mouth) I share her."
Me: "What? What do you have(indicating his hand)?"
Gavin: "A booger. I share her."
Me: "NO! Gavin, we don't eat our boogers. She doesn't want your booger. Throw it away."
Gavin: (makes the motion of throwing but doesn't actually release his fingers)
Me: "Did you throw it away?"
Gavin: (starts to make throwing motion again but changes mind and starts to put fingers in his mouth) "(s0unding extremely pained) I can't!"
Me: (grabbing his hand and wiping it on his shirt) "Let me help you!"

Seriously, he was really trying to be sweet! It was like there was nothing better than a booger, so it must be a big sacrifice to share it(and a horrible crime to *gasp* throw it away)! Ack! Blech! Gag! Moral of the story? Apparently we have done a pretty good job teaching sharing, but a poor job in teaching the proper disposal of boogers.

confession...

One of my favorite things: Squeezing Anne's chubby legs up against her stomach when she wakes up in the morning. I do not burp her or change her diaper during the night, so she is pretty potent by morning. I try to get as much mileage out of that night time diaper as I can, and contorting her like that usually produces some pretty impressive flatulence/poop. Call me crazy, but there is something so satisfying about that morning explosion=).

best and worst friends

There is a path worn between the two houses...one of the first things he asks in the morning is "Ella awake?" The love of his little boy heart? Ella. The person he is most likely to get in a knock down brawl with? Ella. The person he takes great delight in making scream? Ella.


















Drinking water off the ground together...











Nothin says love like shutting each other up in the dryer...




















Overheard:
Gavin: "I are your friend Ella!"
Ella:"No...You my popsicle!"












The beanie bandits:





















When I walked outside they were sitting there in the stroller.
Ella: "We're going on a walk!"
Me: "Good for you. (walking away) Let me know how that goes."










oooh how sweet...wait...
Ella: (angry) "he licked my nose!"
Gavin: *giggle*

breakfast (Atticus)

-Catch the twins splashing around in the toilet(this was the day of Gavin's last potty training attempt). Bleach their little hands...just kidding, seriously scrubbed though.

-see Atticus grab a dripping egg shell out of the trash can and put it in his mouth. Put the trash can up on the counter, move the bleach from the bathroom to the kitchen(still just kidding...I just use a LOT of soap...have I mentioned Atticus hates being cleaned). Make mental note not to kiss Atticus for a few days.

-shoo the kids outside. The weather is beautiful and cool. See Atticus carrying a bowl around. how cute. Wait. That's the bowl Grandma puts the cat food in. Atticus is carrying it like a bowl of popcorn...a nice post breakfast snack. Take that away(offending him...AGAIN...what a morning)

-Follow Atticus around for a while steering him clear of ant piles since that boy has never met a pile of dirt he didn't like and he has no concept of 'the dirt that bites...' Have several near misses(a couple of days later he was not so lucky).

-Grab some snacks for the kiddos since there are starting to be complaints of hunger. Sit down and hand them out. Atticus wanders over from the sand pile with dirt all over his hands and all around his mouth...like I said, the kid loves dirt. I catch a whiff of something foul. I inspect his diaper...all clear. He really smells nasty though. Then I realize that what I thought was "dirt" was actually Atticus discovering the portion of the sandbox that was also apparently the litter box. He. Ate. Cat. POOP. AAAAAAAAAAAAARGh! Where did I put that bleach?

-On a walk later that afternoon a bird poops on my head.

Happy Halloween

On the way to the ward Halloween party...my cuddly little bear; he absolutely fit the part.























The precocious spider...it was quite the task keeping her in the gym, and she had a pitiful haul when it came to trick or treating because she had no patience to wait her turn at the doors.


















The happy clown, she smiled and was content the whole time....























The ferocious dragon...also a testament of why a costumes never die, but end up in the dress up box...























...since it also made an appearance at Halloween '06! He decided 5 minutes before the party that he wanted to be a dragon...luckily it still fit!(sort of)