Monday, February 21, 2011
Comparison pics
Sunday, February 20, 2011
TROUBLE, this one is
I put Kendra down for a nap the other day, only instead of the soft whispering snore, I hear giggles, which turn to crying, which turn to mad shrieks. I went in to see what the ruckus was about and much to my horror-- Kendra had pulled off her pants, socks, and diaper. She had spread the poo from said diaper on every sheet, blanket, and article of clothing in the crib and walked around in the stuff. I. was. horrified.
We had to leave to pick Megan up for school in less than 15 minutes, so into the bath she went and into the laundry went the mound of soiled cotton comforts. All cleaned up, made it to school, got Megan, grabbed some essential groceries on the way home and as we came in through the front door, I put the groceries down and dashed to the garage to put all the once very soiled laundry in the dryer. I came out of the garage to find this...
Kendra masterfully oppened the box of margarine and was squishing and devouring a cube in each hand! Trouble I tell you! She is into EVERYthing. If I don't put my purse up high, the contents of my wallet and other personal items will be strewn around the house never to be seen again. If the bathroom door is open, who knows what she will stuff down the toilet. If a bedroom door is left open, well, I hope you haven't left any toys out, because they will, without a doubt, be destroyed.
For the record, even though she is riding the bottom of the height/weight chart and is rockin her 12 and even 9 month clothes, I decided to forego the clogged arteries of a 15 month old and did not let her consume the sticks of calorie-laden butter aforementioned.
We had to leave to pick Megan up for school in less than 15 minutes, so into the bath she went and into the laundry went the mound of soiled cotton comforts. All cleaned up, made it to school, got Megan, grabbed some essential groceries on the way home and as we came in through the front door, I put the groceries down and dashed to the garage to put all the once very soiled laundry in the dryer. I came out of the garage to find this...
It's a good thing she's cute.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Valentine Cuties
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Daddy Daughter Dance
Mikayla had so much fun going to the dance at school with her daddy. They went to dinner beforehand with another dad and daughter at Applebee's. Then it was off to the school gym for some YMCA and Justin Bieber tunes! They had a blast together and Mikayla has been looking forward to the daddy-daughter dance since last year!Thursday, February 10, 2011
A Small Victory
... picture this...
It's Sunday night and Trent is out working. Dinnertime with the kiddos by myself and the arduous task of coercing all 3 into proper nighttime-wear and into their respective beds. Awesome.
My face is slowly swelling up from a nasty mosquitoe bite under my right eyelid. I can't take Benadryl yet for it since I need to be alert until my children are in bed. Something about sleeping while they run rampant through the house just doesn't sit well with me...
So, I start cleaning up dishes from dinner and detach Kendra from her sticky, spaghetti-laden high chair. I clean the mess off of her face to the best of my ability without giving a full bath knowing the sauce is stuck for awhile in her hair and ears and hear, "Uh-oh Mom...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I turn around quickly to see Megan has opened the fridge and knocked several eggs out of their carton and she is standing in a puddle of nasty-yolkiness. Why she had eggs, I'll ever know. I survey the damage and begin cleaning up. She tiptoes to the sink, smearing yolky slime all over my floor and the kitchen stool. The newly cleaned Kendra, is no more, as she traipses through the mess coating her hands and feet and squealing with delight.
Back to the sink for her since salmonella sounds dreadful right about now and I realize that Mikayla is grating a large carrot for a healthy snack. Nice choice for a snack, but now I have carrot shavings all over my sink, countertops, floor, and somehow, window. I begin cleaning that up, then remember the eggs on the ground. I order the kids out of the kitchen and hear the unpleasant, but all too familiar sound of Kendra dumping an entire bag of Cheerios on the nasty kitchen floor.
Not too bad. This can be cleaned up too. I won't lose my cool. I won't lose my cool.... Great. What is that? Headlights next door? Awesome. I get to go show the rental house behind me to someone without an appointment. I get to go in my puffy-cheeked, yolky feet, wet shirt glory with a wet, spaghetti-haired baby with cereal down her shirt. Again, just awesome.
Thankfully, house got shown, kids got clean, floor got mopped. The real victory here? That I didn't lose my cool. At one point, I actually laughed! Having 3 kids is definitely not easy. Having 3 kids is not always fun and smiling pictures. Having 3 kids is hard work. Having a night like that and not screaming at said children is a victory in my book. I'm not perfect, but I'm trying to be just a little better each day.
Oh my. What's that? One crying from her bed, another pooped out of her diaper and the other is smearing toothpaste on the bathroom mirror? Just awesome I tell you.
It's Sunday night and Trent is out working. Dinnertime with the kiddos by myself and the arduous task of coercing all 3 into proper nighttime-wear and into their respective beds. Awesome.
My face is slowly swelling up from a nasty mosquitoe bite under my right eyelid. I can't take Benadryl yet for it since I need to be alert until my children are in bed. Something about sleeping while they run rampant through the house just doesn't sit well with me...
So, I start cleaning up dishes from dinner and detach Kendra from her sticky, spaghetti-laden high chair. I clean the mess off of her face to the best of my ability without giving a full bath knowing the sauce is stuck for awhile in her hair and ears and hear, "Uh-oh Mom...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I turn around quickly to see Megan has opened the fridge and knocked several eggs out of their carton and she is standing in a puddle of nasty-yolkiness. Why she had eggs, I'll ever know. I survey the damage and begin cleaning up. She tiptoes to the sink, smearing yolky slime all over my floor and the kitchen stool. The newly cleaned Kendra, is no more, as she traipses through the mess coating her hands and feet and squealing with delight.
Back to the sink for her since salmonella sounds dreadful right about now and I realize that Mikayla is grating a large carrot for a healthy snack. Nice choice for a snack, but now I have carrot shavings all over my sink, countertops, floor, and somehow, window. I begin cleaning that up, then remember the eggs on the ground. I order the kids out of the kitchen and hear the unpleasant, but all too familiar sound of Kendra dumping an entire bag of Cheerios on the nasty kitchen floor.
Not too bad. This can be cleaned up too. I won't lose my cool. I won't lose my cool.... Great. What is that? Headlights next door? Awesome. I get to go show the rental house behind me to someone without an appointment. I get to go in my puffy-cheeked, yolky feet, wet shirt glory with a wet, spaghetti-haired baby with cereal down her shirt. Again, just awesome.
Thankfully, house got shown, kids got clean, floor got mopped. The real victory here? That I didn't lose my cool. At one point, I actually laughed! Having 3 kids is definitely not easy. Having 3 kids is not always fun and smiling pictures. Having 3 kids is hard work. Having a night like that and not screaming at said children is a victory in my book. I'm not perfect, but I'm trying to be just a little better each day.
Oh my. What's that? One crying from her bed, another pooped out of her diaper and the other is smearing toothpaste on the bathroom mirror? Just awesome I tell you.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Kendra at 15 months
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Elder Carr
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Kung-Fu Jammies
Mommy Daughter Date
and oh yeah, it's okay to be impressed by my mad skills. Would've been cooler if I had more speed, but I got a little camera-shy and held back. One semester of ice skating in college 10 years ago and I can still work a spin. Too nervous to do any jumps or scratch spins, but for a mom of 3, I'll take what I can get!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
2011 Here We Come!
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