Our summer started at the beach in California for my sisters wedding and it ended at the beach in Ocean City, Maryland with a million wonderful memories in between! I am so terrible at this blogging thing but to be honest I need to do this for my kids. Reading back over my old posts makes me smile even if I only sign in once ever six months, something is better then nothing. I am going to take the time to write a little letter to each of my babies!

Dear Trey,
How quickly you have grown from my sweet little baby to the coolest little boy! Your little brother looks up to you so much and when you’re not looking he watches everything you do and is taking mental notes. (Both the good and the bad things, by the way) Your little sister loves you so much that ever time she wakes up from her nap she says, “Where’s Trey?”, shrugging her shoulders with hands in the air and a curious look on her face. You started the summer on a real soccer team and it wasn’t your favorite sport but you stuck it out and got a medal at the end and I promise I won’t make you play soccer. The best activity we did every Tuesday was swimming lessons. You are such a fish that they didn’t have to teach you anything because you let them know that you “already know how to swim”. I’m a little embarrassed that my 4 year old swims better then me, maybe they have some adult swim classes. I think you have finally given up your thumb: your friend, your comfort, my enemy. I’m sorry that I gave you such a hard time about sucking your thumb; you are so tall and look so big until you sucked your thumb (all day long). I will forever miss the baby in you but I won’t miss your thumb, let’s pray that your sister won’t keep this terrible habit.
You are amazingly smart! I can’t teach you, show you, Google you enough information. You’re favorite TV shows are the history and the science channel and you love going to the library to check out hundreds of books about space, science experiments, and dinosaurs. I love watching you grow and learn, and seeing you teach your brother and sister so much. You are full of energy, love life, and are the best big brother in the world, I love you!!

Dear Evan,
My little artist and musician that I adore!! You have such a gift and passion already that is shocking! Today as you were coloring me a beautiful picture you said “Mommy, I am going to be an artist when I grow up” and I have no doubt that you will be. You also asked for a “real electric guitar for your birthday with a speaker (it must have strings and no buttons). Amazing!! You are so sweet that I’m not sure you have a mean bone in your body. You love making your sister laugh and love wrestling with your big brother. Trey might be bigger then you but when you guys wrestle you would never know it. You took piano lessons and loved it, you took swim lessons and just liked it but you are ready to be on a real soccer team as soon as you turn 4! You are the best helper and a great listener, if I need something you are the first one I ask, I love you!

Dear Taylor,
I still can’t believe you are a girl, and such a girl at that. Having two older brothers and playing with trucks since birth has not stopped you from caring for all your baby dolls as if you gave birth to them yourself. Today you took toilet paper and were wiping your one babies behind and saying “good job” like they just went on the potty. You have taught our family how to love someone more then we ever knew possible. You are sweet beyond words, you make us laugh all day long, and if we are honest you definitely run the house. Some of your highlights this summer was the knock knock joke your brothers taught you in the back seat of the car “knock knock”, “who’s there?” “Pizza”, “pizza who?”, “pizza butt” LOLOL…. I know you don’t get it but if you could hear your delivery it makes us all laugh every time even after the tenth time you’ve said it. You are also potty trained and when you have to go to the bathroom you come running saying, “I have to go potty, soooooooo bad!!!!“ You should hear the drama in your voice. We all adore you and love you so much!!

XOXOXO
Mommy

Mom, I have POOP!

I can not believe how the time flies, everyone says it but it’s still so hard to believe. When my little girl walked up to me this morning and said, “Mom, I have poop!” as clear as it sounds, I thought to myself, “That’s my baby who just informed me that she either has a poop or has to.” Where did the time go? How could I already be potty training for the last time?
Turns out she didn’t poop yet and as I type she is walking around naked waiting for the poop to come. Say a little prayer that it comes on the potty instead of my Oriental rug. A;ldghoWHRWIGNOOSDNL
AHHHH…That was so close…I heard the grunting, I ran, picked her up suspended in mid air, and went running to sit her on the potty. She did it!!! She pooped on the potty, or should we say, mommy did it. Don’t worry; I don’t think she will be potty trained this month but maybe in the next couple. To be continued.
Again, where did the time go? Trey, my oldest, is signed up for REAL soccer. He is on a team and they play another team, so to me that is real soccer. I’m sure it will look more like swarms of bee’s huddling around a soccer ball, but we all have to start somewhere, right.
Evan, my middle man, is taking piano lessons only because he begged for the past six months. He says he wants to be a “rock star.” He also wants to take drum, guitar, and cello lessons I‘m not sure I even spelled that right. His love of music is amazing and I can’t wait to see what he does with it.
Well, I must go play Hullabaloo now, and hopefully it won’t be a month before I post again.

Feeling Guilty

My kids watched way to much tv this morning and I'm feeling terrible. I scrubbed toilets and sinks, did loads of laundry, cleaned the kitchen, organized the toys and was feeling so accomplished until I realized that my children were being so good because I forgot to turn off the tv. I can't even think about how many hours were spent watching Yo Gabba Gabba because it will make my mommy guilt worse. The normal episode of me cleaning the house goes something like this.

#1 I start a load of laundry get everything in and someone yells "I went poopy" so I drop everything run to wipe a butt and realize the bathroom is gross.

#2 Start cleaning the bathroom then my one year old comes in and starts playing with the toilet so I pick her up.

#3 Start reading one year old a book, realize the books are a mess and start organizing the books.

#4 While organizing the books someone says they are hungry.

#5 Make lunch

#6 Feed lunch

#7 Clean up lunch, while cleaning up lunch my one year old starts playing with the dirty dishes in the dish washer so I close it and will clean up later then remeber laundry

#8 Darn it I never started the washer! So I start the washer and go to put some laundry away.

#9 While putting laundry away I realize it is nap time so laundry gets pushed to the side.

#10 Ahhh nap time, put my feet up, read a little magazine and enjoy some quiet time.....I don't think so

#11 Yelling "Trey get back in bed", "you already went to the bathroom", "you can have a drink when you wake up", "stop waking up your brother", "You don't have to sleep, just rest your eyes", "Daddy is going to be home soon", ......

#12 One year old wakes up because she already got a good 1 1/2 hour nap in while her brothers were stalling.

#13 Dinner, what are we going to have for dinner?

#14 "DING" Laundry's done, change it over, start new load

#15 Dinner, what are we going to have for dinner?

#16 Baby just dumped cheerios all over the floor

#17 Cleaning cheerios

#18 Pull the vacuum out, forgot kids were sleeping, now everyone is awake.

#19 Husband walks in and nothing is done, and what the heck is for dinner?