Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Here's Kent doin' all the cuttin'. Very manly.
Since I'm highly anal and want a Christmas tree that doesn't look like my children just threw ornaments at it with their eyes closed, last year we bought a fake tree to put upstairs in the loft. So we gave them ornaments to decorate it with that don't break. Some of the ornaments are from Kent's grandmother, Lois. I have to say, they're amazing. She sewed all of them herself.
And yes, I realize our tree is naked and lacking a tree skirt.
Did I mention that last week Melanie turned 1 month? I can't believe she's getting so big so quickly, but at the same time it's been a long month. I'm frantically trying to put her in as many cute little outfits that were given to me before she grows out of them.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The other night right before bedtime I got frustrated with Taylor because he had run through all my neatly folded piles of laundry. So I made the empty proclamation that he'd be doing all the laundry the next day. And so when Kent told him it was his turn to say the prayer, that's what he prayed for.
And since I told him that Melanie couldn't bite anything because she didn't have teeth, last night he prayed that she could "grow some teeth."
I love his prayers.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Of course if you know Stephanie the most important part was receiving her epidural as soon as she was checked in, and it worked like a gem. Once again, another painless laboring event. I don't know what the lady in the room next door was thinking going all natural as her moans pierced through the walls as if she was given birth to bigfoot himself. 9months of pregnancy is hard enough why make it any more painful.
So having a baby in the middle of the night is not the way to go. We were up all night and exhausted this morning. Taylor and Erik were both daytime/early evening babies and it was nice. Luckily Melanie is nice and quiet and likes her pacifier. Yes that's right, her pacifier, and she is breast feeding great. Take that all you nipple confusion freaks, a firm rubber pacifier versus a soft nipple....hmmm....where's the confusion, but enough talk about nipples.
Bottom line, Stephanie and Melanie are doing great. Thanks to everybody for you support. I'm sure Stephanie will make a post within the next week and give her viewpoint of the whole experience (and say how she was laboring for hours and hours). Taylor and Erik are happy to go see their sister this afternoon (well Taylor anyway).
Thursday, November 5, 2009
This is just a reminder from your landlord that you are overdue. Please be aware that there will be a $30 per day fine for each day you are past due, beginning today. Management is aware that you will have no monetary funds upon arrival. Taking this into consideration, we have agreed to accept an easy and painless delivery as payment. We are in the process of approving hugs and kisses as well, and we will keep you informed of the status. Poopy diapers and spit-up, however, will not be acceptable forms of payment. We apologize for any inconvenience.
Please keep in mind that you have until November 10th to arrive. If you have not arrived and your account is not paid in full by the 10th, we will be forced to evict you. This is your first and final notice.
(Mom and Dad)
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
- Taylor jumping out of bed
- The various objects Erik throws downstairs
- Erik's head against the floor after he falls off the chair
- Erik's head against the floor after Taylor pushes him
- The block that Erik then threw at Taylor's head
- The drawers of Taylor's dresser being slammed after he gets his 20th pair of underwear out
- An unbalanced load of laundry
Correction: A broken washer. Because my washer is obviously quite spiteful and bitter that I've been lusting over other washers, it decided to quit on laundry day. Not that I necessarily have a specific laundry day. Laundry day is whichever day I realize that none of us have any more clean clothes and I start using Taylor's emergency underwear that I have stashed away in the car. The saddest part about the whole situation is that the washer is most likely repairable. Why is that sad? Because if it wasn't repairable then I wouldn't have to decide between just buying a new washer or repairing this one. Is it cheaper to repair this one? Obviously. It's not like an '84 Honda Civic hatchback that you're holding together with duct tape and you're just praying it gets you through the week. In fact, I feel like I'm almost cheating on my washer since I'm trying to think of ways to validate getting a new one.
Maybe Kent will make this easier. Maybe Kent will say, "You know what, honey? You work so hard and you're 8 months pregnant and I just wonder how you do it all. You're practically supermom, and I think we should just get you a new washer AND dryer. You deserve it. Why don't you go and pick a set out? And stop and get a pedicure on your way home. And have I mentioned how thin you look lately? Why don't you eat another helping of brownies and ice cream?"
Hmmm... was the brownies and ice cream comment too much to hope for?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The beach was lovely, though would have been nicer if not for the hundreds of jellyfish right next to the water. But they loved being able to just play in the sand. This is Erik insisting he needs to step on it to really check it out and me insisting he doesn't-
This is, by far, my favorite picture that Kent took while we were there-
Kent also turned 31 while we were camping. Although I wasn't able to make him his favorite birthday cake while we were there, he at least got peach cobbler. I love you, honey! Thanks for being such a rockin' husband and daddy!