Duct Tape

Ah, sweet, sweet Halle. When my husband suggested I should have a "blog" my first thought was, what the heck is a blog. After he showed me his "blog" my next thought was, what the heck would I write on one. Silly, silly me. Each and every day my children manage to give me more than I could ever begin to write about due simply to time constraints.

Today as Halle, Emma, Cooper and I are driving along to the doctor's office we are happily singing to "I've Been Working On The Railroad" having a grand 'ole time. We had stopped at McDonald's for breakfast to eat in the car on the way to take Madison to school. (Marshall had a play date, thus his absence from this story.) The kids all had their usual pancakes. The twins never really eat much, it's just fun for them to pick at their pancakes and throw the rest on the floor of my ever disgusting van. So when Halle starts saying, "here Mommy, all done," I merely say, "yes, honey. I'll get it when we get to the doctors office." Not ten seconds later, to my utter shock and horror, Halle is standing next to me (as I'm driving 35 miles an hour down a busy road) handing me her mutilated pancakes. I just about ran off the road because first of all she scared the heck out of me, and second, I'm straining my neck to see how she managed to get out of her carseat. Needless to say I pull over at the first parking lot I could find and buckled her safely back in her car seat. Maybe next time I should just use duct tape.

Super Cooper

My little Cooper is just so adorably cute, sweet, and good. I swear sometimes I could just eat him up. He never cries. He's always smiling, even at strangers. He's in the middle of cutting four new teeth and he barely notices. Is it that he is the last of five children and knows he needs to be so laid back? Or did God decide that with our last "surprise" baby He would in His infinate wisdom give us a baby that could roll with all the punches our other children seem to give us day by day? Whatever it is, I'm just so glad He did decide to bless us one last time with what I consider the "perfect baby".

Redecorating

Ah, the simple joy of a shower. I hadn't had one in three days, so I thought I'd take the opportunity while the Cooper was taking a nap, Madison was at school, and the other three were safely in my room watching Sesame Street. Not a long one, but enough to get clean and feel human again. A quick peek at the angels still watching Elmo. "I'll dry my hair real quick", I think to myself. As I near the completion of this seeminly easy task, I peek out once again, and they are all still there, watching Barney now. Okay, almost done...Marshall runs into the bathroom, "Mommy, one of the girls" (that's what he calls them because he still can't tell them apart!!) "is drawing on the wall." "Great", I think and rush out to the hall to find precious little Emma with, not a crayon which would easily rub off, not a washable marker which would come off with a little elbow grease, no. It is almost beyond comprehension that somehow that child has managed to find a dark green permanent sharpie marker. I didn't even know we had one that color let alone where it would have been. Sweet Emma. She knows my favorite color is green and she is merely trying to redecorate for me!!

How do they do it?

I don't understand how seemingly innocent 2 1/2 year old twins can get themselves into so much mischief. Today as I was playing with Cooper in the living room I hear some type of tupperware container bounce on the floor. Okay, I think, I'll check on it in a little while. The twins are always getting into the tupperware drawer, no big deal. So after about 10 minutes I go into the kitchen to get a bottle for Cooper, having forgotten the sound I had heard earlier, and what do I see all over the floor and Cooper's diaper bag (not to mention all the diapers, clothes, toys, and crevices inside the diaper bag)? Powered formula. They had somehow managed to open up the divided formula container that is kept in Cooper's bag and spill 3 eight ounce bottles worth of powered formula all over the place. Isn't it hard enough for me to keep the house clean without having all these extra chores to do????!!!!