Peaceful evenings

Dearest children,
These past couple of weeks have really done a number on my sleeping.  I am not a fan of waking up in the middle of the night or early morning, hence one of the many reasons we are done having children, so please can we end this streak?  Let's stay in our comfy beds, snuggled up with blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals.  I promise there are no monsters, thunder, or anything else scary going to get you.  Mommy and daddy are exhausted and I can tell you all are too.  Sleep is a wonderful thing, embrace it my wee ones.  


Love,
Mommy

Talking Tuesday #6

Eligh:  "You scared the poop out of me!"

Eligh: (using the potty, singing)  "There's something in my pants, pants, pants."

Addyson:  "When I get big I want to be a fireman, a doctor, and recycle things."  "Wait, I want to be a mom and a teacher." 

Eligh's new toy of choice

Close your mouth

A further explanation:

Cody and I were discussing how we feel bad/sad for Eligh, as the girls like to leave him out all the time.  The girls are as close as can be and have been confused as twins more often then Kinsley and Eligh.  For example, twice on Friday within a ten minute time frame.  If Addyson says or does something, Kinsley follows right along.  The girls are often found hiding out in Addy's room attempting to keep Eligh out.  Eligh turns to us, mom and dad, to play with him in his room.  We try, we really do, but there are times we are in the middle of the dinner and simply can't.  We also try make the girls play nicely with him.  The girls are not always mean to him or ignore him, but Addyson really does not like for him to be in her room any more.

Cody:  "I feel bad for Eligh being the only boy.  It would be nice if he had a brother."  

Me:  (Picking jaw up off the floor) "Hell to the NO.  I am done.  No more."

Cody:  "I know, so am I.  He just needs a playmate."  

Saturday evening slump

We had a productive, fun-filled, yet relaxing day.  

As evening has drawn near, though, something just doesn't feel right.  Something is off and I don't know how to explain it, but I'm just not feeling right. 


I do know that I am jealous of all the snow my family in Illinois received yesterday. 

Friday Night Leftovers - slapping poop

 

•  I went back into the doctor for my never ending issues.  We are no closer to an answer.  My only option for my wrist is surgery which may or may not work and if it doesn't work I'm left to suffer.  My wrist doesn't hurt near as bad as when this all started, so I'm going to hold off on the surgery.  
• Feet tingling = no answer because of stupid insurance not processing a referral which was put in December 11, yep over a month ago.  
• I looked into one part day prek for the twins next year, but I don't like the time.  It's right in the middle of nap time three days a week and I am not willing to mess with nap time just yet.  If it was just two days I would think more about it.  
• They won't go to Kinder for another two full school years.  I guess I don't know what to do with them.  I worry about them being bored.  
• We went to an open play gym this morning and most of the women there are at home family childcare providers and one tried to persuade me to join up.  Hell to the NO!  
• I cannot commit to watching a handful of kids every single day until 6 or 7 pm M-F.  I kiss the ground these women walk on, because I could not do it.  
• With that said, I could watch an infant every day, just one, though.  
• I about slapped the poop out of Cody's mouth this week.  Details very soon. 

 Please stop by Danifred with Lysol to help push the germs away before Blue makes his arrival. 

The age of five in Addy's eyes

In Addyson's eyes the following will happen when she reaches age five (three months away - sigh):

• No more naps
• All day school where mommy will miss me
• Swimming without a vest
• Riding a bike without training wheels
• Get bigger

Each of these milestones is a little scary, to me, and this is why when someone asks her how old she is, she promptly responds:
"I'm four, but I'm going to be five soon.  My mommy doesn't want me to be five; and wants me to be little forever."