Sunday, September 30, 2012

Thank You.

Its tough having a bunch of littles when you have a big kid.  Lainy Ann has a late soccer practice once a week so the kids and I sit in the car for an hour watching movies.  Its less than fun, but we decided a long time ago that we would raise our 5 children as if they were from a smaller family.  After all, its not their fault that we decided to have a large family.

I bathed and jammied all the kids and let them choose any movie to sit and watch for one hour.  I figured it couldn't get much better than that.  I had my laptop in the front seat to watch hulu.  I was actually looking forward to the downtime for an hour.  Eleanor is still rear-facing since the new recommendation is 2 years old.  However, she has managed to crick her neck just right to see the tv while she is rear-facing.  It wasn't perfect, but it certainly was safer.

Thirty-minutes into the movie there is fussing and complaining.  So I loosened her car seat, just a tad. Well, the stinky little baby wiggled her way out of the car seat, stood in it and popped her head over my headrest.  "Hi!", she exclaimed.  I let her play a bit until she found the overhead radio controls and turned off the tv.  Twice.

I gave up.  She needed to be buckled.  She needed to be able to sit comfortably the rest of the season watching movies.  So,  I flipped her seat.  In the parking lot in the dark.  I managed to let her stay seated as I unhooked the LATCH.  Then I turned it forward facing.  She exclaimed, "Thank you!"  Which just shows that she has been needing to be 'big' for a long time.

I guess there is no other summary needed.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Drinking Wine

Kids play the silliest games.  I love that they use their imagination.  I really do.  But some of these games are truly ridiculous.

Their newest game is "toasting wine".  I have no idea where they got the idea to this game since we do not drink wine, nor do we toast.  But during dinner I will find the children toasting with their water cups.

Tears poured down my cheeks yesterday when I heard William call out "To Jacob and Paul".  Seriously.  Tears.  I don't know if they understand what exactly that means, but it sure did mean the world to me to hear them say it yesterday on the twins' 7 year anniversary.  It means that I truly have succeeded in ensuring that my five living children know and understand that they have two brother's in heaven.  That has been my only hope.  That our family does not forget Jacob and Paul.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Lost

For the past 7 years we have lived in a small house.  Quite frankly, there have been some benefits to that.  For instance, I could clean the whole house in just an hour.  Also, if we lost something, well, it couldn't be far away.  It was pretty easy to eliminate the kitchen and bathroom as harboring the lost item.  That narrowed it down to just a few key spots.  We would find things in no time.

But now that the house is 3x the size it used to be, that means 3x the places an item can be hiding.  We have had more lost items than usual the last few weeks because of the amount of moving and storing we are doing every time a new work crew shows up.  In addition our darling youngest is mobile.  And takes things.  And hides them.  Fun Times.

For the last 2 days we have been looking for William's cleats.  We have one.  Can't find the second one.  We even *shocker* cleaned the boys room in pursuit of the right cleat.  We eliminated the kitchen and bathroom and felt it couldn't possibly be in the master bedroom.  Two days we looked.  We even had a back up plan of borrowing a pair.  Eventually, I sent Lainy Ann to the bedroom to put clean clothes away and she found the cleat on the floor . . . . next to another cleat that is a size smaller.

The light bulb came on.  The toddling princess and her obsession with shoes was to blame.  She had been wearing 2 mismatched cleats around the house.  What I thought was quite adorable turned into a real nightmare as we scrambled to find the shoes.  I imagine there will be more of these incidents between now and when the house is finished and properly babyproofed.  

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Eleanor, is still big

Today was a day like any other, except now it means I have 5 children.  Eleanor has unfortunately hit that stage where she won't stay in the stroller.  She wants to be out and about with the big kids because she thinks she too is big.  But I have to teach her about streets, staying nearby, strangers, following directions.  All that fun stuff that a toddler immediately says 'NO' to.  Today we were at a birthday party surrounded by 30 families that know our family.  I knew they would watch out for her if I lost track of her for a minute and her siblings were nearby as well.  We were far from the street so the dangers were limited.

I sat in a chair where I could see the majority of the park and decided to catch up with other moms.  Eleanor scooted off after the big first graders.  She grabbed a spray bottle and proceeded to walk around spraying plants and trees and other kids.  Another family took pity on her and helped her adjust the spray nozzle.  She toddled here and there following big kids.  Then she discovered the playground.

I was worried at this point because she hasn't quite gotten a firm understanding on not walking in front of swings, plus there are certain areas of the equipment that I can see clearly.  Even so I continued my conversation while watching Eleanor climb up stairs and go down slides.  I worried as she came to openings for the poles, but she was safe and continued on.  She went up and down the biggest slide 4 or 5 times all on her own without siblings to follow.

Eventually, as it usually happens, another mother brought Eleanor back to me.  She was concerned that she was going down the slide by herself.  I assured the mother that I was indeed watching and that Eleanor was capable of conquering the slide by herself.  I distracted Eleanor with a cupcake, another cupcake, some candy and juice - another sure sign that she is the 5th child.  Eleanor found some friends her age; 3 and 4 years old and played with them a bit.

We all wandered back towards the playground.  This time the other mother and I stood quite near the children.  We were pretty engrossed in our conversation when we realized the trio had disappeared into the bottom of the tallest slide and not slid back down.  I imagined they were attempting to climb up the slide and would fail and slide back down.  NOPE!  We discovered the trio at the top of the slide.  They had all shimmied up and out the top.  That is quite the feat for a 20 month old.  I am definitely putting this on her college applications.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

The UPS Man Knew

Saturday at noon the UPS man drove up to our house and honked the horn.  A stampede of children ran out to the truck to meet him at the curb.  Connor retrieved his package and held it to his chest like a prized possession because it was.  The kids came thundering back in the house searching for scissors to open the box.  "My LEGOs, My LEGOs!", yelled Connor as he shook the box.


Connor received a box of LEGOs overnight as a reward for his second grade STAR test scores.  It has been quite the to-do at our house the last two days.  Connor received 100% in 6 out of 9 test areas only missing 4 questions on the entire 125 question test.

The child is smart.  Scary smart.  Seriously though, I am scared.

Now we are anxiously awaiting the mailman so Lainy Ann can get her scores.