Dear 1st grade teacher,

Tomorrow my baby enters first grade. While I know that he is not really my baby, there are a few things that I feel you should know.

1. Tomorrow is Dylan's first day of the school year that Elmo has not gone. When Dylan was 3, Elmo went to school everyday and sat on the counter in the classroom. When Dylan was 4, Elmo sat in his cubby in the hallway. When Dylan was in kindergarten, Elmo (or another stuffed animal replacement) waited patiently in the backpack. Tomorrow, Dylan will be going to school without his best buddy. It seems like such a major milestone.

2. Tomorrow is Dylan's first time riding a school bus. While most kids ride the bus in kindergarten, our school didn't bus children.

3. Dylan has bravely decided to buy the pizza lunch tomorrow. Although this sounds like a little thing, please realize that Dylan is always hungry. I hope that he will have enough to eat.

4. Dylan hates to disappoint people. He hates to be in trouble. He hates conflict. He will do anything to please anyone. Please be gentle.

5. Please remember that he is not Ben.

Please take care of my boy. Help him to learn, make friends, have fun and to grow. I appreciate all you will do for him.


Dylan's mommy


Things I never thought I would say (Round 1)

I always knew mom's said some pretty weird stuff but I assumed it was things like "stop hitting, eat your vegetables, if you don't stop I'll turn this car around, etc." Today I said some things that I never thought I would say.

1. Ben and Dylan were playing Super Mario Brothers on the wii. They were level 2 where there are yoshi's and my kids love yoshi. Ben kept jumping on the yoshi and not letting Dylan have one. This resulted in Dylan SOBBING hysterically because he wanted his own yoshi. Then, Ben used his yoshi to swallow Dylan's luigi character. This made Dylan cry even harder.
Mom words spoken: "Ben, stop eating your brother." SIGH
This made both boys crack up. The thought of either of them "eating" each other was just too much for a 6 and 9 year old.

2. Ben, Dylan and I were going to be painting some things in the front yard. I told the boys to find some paint clothes while I got paint and brushes ready outside. The next thing I know, Dylan is running around butt naked in the front yard asking if the shorts he is holding are appropriate. I told him to get his naked butt back inside and get some clothes on. He does and I continue getting things ready. AGAIN, he comes back outside. NAKED. Apparently, I told him to go get some clothes on but he still didn't know if those shorts were appropriate for painting. Dear neighbors, I apologize for the streaker.


10 on Tuesday

1. I've totally fallen off the blogging bandwagon again. SIGH...
2. I joined pinterest the other day. It is yet another successful way for me to waste time.
3. I took the big boys to see Kung Fu Panda 2 tonight. Ben loved it. Dylan had a sobbing break-down halfway through the movie because Poe's mom left him all alone when he was a baby. I thought we were going to have to leave the theater.
4. I've been on a reading kick lately. I've read a ton of books this summer including "The Help", several books about Amish midwife's and currently "Sister's Choice" by Emilie Richards. Love it.
5. Summer is ending. It makes me want to cry. The other day, I tried to convince Kevin that I should home-school that way summer would never have to end. He laughed at me and said I was crazy.
6. This means I have to start setting up my classroom. I don't mind setting up my room but I do mind that no-one at school will tell me which classroom I will be teaching in this year. This is kind of a problem.
7. We have finally decided what we are doing with Cameron when I go back to work. This is good because it was making me crazy that we had not figured it out yet.
8. Last week, we had dinner with friends, Missy and Lorrie, that I have literally known my entire life. It's always fun to meet up with them and their mom (Linda) each year for the Hall of Fame. Since last year, Missy and Lorrie have both gotten married. Lorrie is also due to have a baby girl in about a month. This takes our total children head count (including my sister, Amy's children) to 7 1/2. The ages are 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3 months and almost born.
9. Please pray for my friend Tena's baby. Myles was born with severe heart issues and is currently in the NICU.
10. Time to go to bed. I can't wait to go finish my book!


It's getting hot in here...

Today, the temperature in my car was 100 degrees. The temperature in my house was 90 degrees (yep, we don't have AC). In other hot news, Lindsay over at lifeas5.com awarded little old me this lovely Blog on Fire Award.

Thanks so much Lindsay! According to "the rules" I am supposed to tell you 7 things about myself and pass the award on to 10 blogs BUT since I follow lots of complete strangers blogs I'm just going to let you know which ones I like best. Ok? (Well of course it's ok because you don't have a choice, ok?).

If nothing else, maybe I will have supplied you with some new reading material.

7 things about me.

  1. 1. It took me forever to list all of those websites and even still I'm not sure I did it right. Yep, I'm a dork.

  2. If I had to eat one type of food for the rest of my life, it would be mexican. Muy bueno!

  3. I have an addiction to stupid reality tv. Big Brother, House Hunters, 19 and Counting, Toddlers and Tiaras. My favorite is the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders Making the Team. Yep, I told you I was a dork.

  4. My dream career is that of a professional scrapbooker. One can dream, right?

  5. I hate onions and bugs and mean people and sweating and when my boys say "What?"

  6. I also hate when people embarass themselves. Like in movies, when you know somebody is going to do something stupid like run into a wall or trip. HATE IT! I instantly become embarrassed for them.

  7. I have to read in before I go to sleep. I love that I have passed this on to Ben and Dylan.


Sometimes being a mom SUCKS!

Sometimes you have to give out punishments that you don't like and follow through with them.

Sometimes you just have to let them cry and be mad at you.

Sometimes you have to let them make their own mistakes.

Sometimes you have to watch them hurt each other with both their actions and their words.

Sometimes it just leaves you drained.

Tonight, I'm feeling all of these things. I know tomorrow I'll be out of this funk and able to list the reasons why being a mom is awesome. It's just not in me tonight. But it's okay because you can't have the good without the bad, right?


Interview with a six year old

Mommy: How old are you?
Dylan: 6

Mommy: What names do I call you?
Dylan: Pickle

What are your favorite foods?
Dylan: Apples, carrots, chicken, hamburgers,

Mommy: Do you like any sweet foods?
Dylan: Cheesecake, cookies,

Mommy: What do you like to do?
Dylan: Eat! Playing this (light sabre toy from McDonalds), swing outside,

Mommy: What is your favorite restaurant?
Dylan: Friendly's

Mommy: Where would you like to go on vacation?
Dylan: Tennessee

Mommy: If I told you I was going to take you to Chuck E. Cheese who would you take with you?
Dylan: Mommy, Cameron, Ben and Daddy

Mommy: What is your favorite color?
Dylan: Green


This kid...

This past Friday, this kid turned 9!!

I'm not too sure how I feel about this yet.

On the one hand, 8 was not such a fun age. There was a lot of drama during the 8th year. A lot of whining, pouting, argueing with Dylan and worst of all, EYE ROLLING. Oh how I hate eye rolling!

On the other hand, 9 means Ben is entering into his last year of elementary school. I'm not ready to be a middle school mom. Speaking of middle school, he is only one year away from "the movie" (you KNOW which one I'm talking about). I don't even know how that's possible. At this point, he is still SO naive. I could probably convince him that babies are made by magic dust sprinkled by the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. That is how it happens, right?

At 9, Ben is closer to driving (egads!) than he is to being born. We are closer to the stage where I can leave him home alone than we are to the preschool years. He is only 7 years away from the age Kevin and I were when we started dating. YIKES! I just don't know if I am ready for this.


The one in the middle...

is the green kangaroo. I remember reading this book when I was a child and not having ANY idea what it was like to be a middle child. I knew what it was like to be the "baby" and that's all I could really comprehend.

I never thought I would have a middle child. I always assumed that I would have 2 children. I also assumed that at least 1 of them would be a girl. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have 3 boys.

Dylan has quite the reputation around here. He is our wild one. Our goofball. Our crazy one. The nut. In many ways, he requires a lot of attention. He needs lots of hugs. Worries about us when we are not here. Needs reassurance that we love him just as much as his brothers. Even follows me when I go to the bathroom!

All said, I don't really worry about Dylan. He knows what he needs to feel loved and we give it to him. We know that he needs lots of hugs. We know if we are not at home at bedtime, we have to call and say good-night. We know that we need to tell him that we love him lots. We even know that if I go to the bathroom, he's going to follow me and stand outside the door!

I love my little kangaroo and am thankful for the role he plays in our family.


You and Me

Dear Ben,

This post is dedicated to you buddy. My big guy, my Benjamonkey, the boy who made me a mom. I just wanted to take a minute to say how proud of you I am. Once again, you have welcomed a baby into your calm and secure world without even flinching. I know that things are crazy sometimes and we need your help with things (answering phones, cleaning messes, grabbing burp clothes, etc.) but eventually things will calm down again. Thank you so much for being such a great big brother to Dylan and Cameron. Dylan looks up to you so much and I know that one day Cameron will also. I love you peanut. Thanks for being you.



Cameron is 2 months old!

Today Cameron is 2 months old. How the time goes so fast and so slow at the same time, I will never know. As I type this, I have a sleeping baby in my arms. He seems so little to me but I can't believe how much he has grown since his birth.

At 2 months:
Cameron eats around 5 times per day. Morning, lunch-ish, late after-noon, late evening and before bed. All of these are 8 ounce bottles. He's a little piggy!

Cameron is a great sleeper! He goes to bed between 10:00pm and midnight. He wakes up anytime between 7:00 -10:00am. We can't complain.

Cam loves to swing, watch his mobile and be snuggled by anyone.

He is a very easy-going baby. He only complains if he needs a bottle, changed, snuggled or just a little bit of entertainment.

Cameron is a great, but stingy, smiler. He is not quite to the stage of smiling at anything, but if you work at it, he will give you a great one.

Cam is a thumb sucker! I love the sight of a baby sucking it's little thumb (but I do not look forward to weaning another one). He doesn't care which thumb it is and occasionally will suck on a binky.

We love you little guy!


Up-dated the old blog

Today, I decided that it is time to get serious about writing things down for my kids. Although I am a MAJOR scrapbooker, I am not the greatest about remembering the little details. I want to remember the presents my children received for their birthdays, how old Cameron was when he slept through the night and how many pb&j sandwiches I made for lunch today (5 if you're wondering). I even want to remember the things the boys say that drive me CRAZY!