Thursday, July 28, 2016

Bubbles

I ran a bath for myself and added some Bath & Body Works body wash (note: the body wash gives way more bubbles than the actual bubble bath). The bubbles got a bit out of control, nearly engulfing the entire tub, until I decided to get the kids to take them away in a bucket. They brought all the bubbles outside and had themselves a blast.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

The Plague 2016

This past weekend has been a total puke-fest nightmare. We went shopping for school supplies on Saturday, but Leah was complaining of a tummy ache. It started pouring rain, so we decided to come home and see if she needed to use the bathroom. She barfed. I got her a pallet on the floor and was getting ready to go to bed, when James got up and barfed. Zac set them up with some buckets and they prepared to sleep on the floor in the sitting room to be close to the bathroom. I prepared a bucket for myself "just in case" and decided to go to bed early. I couldn't sleep, just tossing and turning for what felt like hours. Around 3am, I felt it and told Zac it was my turn and can honestly say I'll never eat Oreos again. Or Burger King (TMI? Oh well).

I made a bed on the sofa and tried to rest, then I heard Zac rush to the bathroom. We were up all night, balancing our own misery with our kids, trying to rest and medicate, all while hoping the baby didn't catch it. Luckily, he didn't. He's been a cheery little peach. James was the last to recover, but we're all okay now. All the linens have been washed, baths have been had, and disinfectant has been deployed.

Here are some happier times because there was no way I was taking sick pics.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

A.T.

My dad turned 80 (see what I did there?). It feels strange to have a dad that old. But I don't even see myself in my 30s. In my mind, I'm still 17, nervous behind the wheel of a car, and unsure what I want to be when I grow up... but with kids. He's EIGHTY. That is old. Like, grandpa-old. But he's still kickin' it, sitting down in front of his TV.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Elias 11 months

My baby boy is 11 months old already.
He's still crawling, but will take a step or two. He says "mama", "papa", "dada" "hey dad", "baw" (which is bottle), and "bat" which is bath. He doesn't like to be told NO or to be scolded. That bottom lip pops out so fast. He's also a great faker with the tears. He'll scrunch his face up and start whining or squeaking. He won't wear shoes or socks and is very determined to remove them if we put them on his feet without consent. He laughs easily, and loves to snuggle at night. I've started sharing whatever we eat with him and he loves scrambled eggs, pancakes, and spaghetti. He's not a big talker, but he understands a few things. He's also a mischief-maker. I'm most likely going to have to baby-proof... something I never had to do before with the other two.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Independence Day 2016

We went out of town for 4th of July. Sean invited us (along with Kyle) to stay with him and we spent most of the weekend being lazy and playing card games. It was so, so, SO hot. We didn't even want to go anywhere or do anything. I did pop by GAC for a cookie deal, so everyone was happy. Jena even came by to visit for a short while and we played One Night Ultimate Werewolf.


We came back to my parents' house Monday night and were home early enough to pick up some flammable goodies and hot dogs. I sat out in the driveway with Elias while Zac and the big kids lit firecrackers and sparklers.