Blogless

(Thank you, Lucy, for today's title)

One may think that with all of this material (see photos below), that I should find myself blogging by the hour. Truth is, all of this material (see photos below), is exhausting. I'm tired, and I'm taking a bit of a blogging break.

Driveway decorating...a favorite past time.

A skater dude in the making.

Fun at the park.Headstands perfected.2nd grade graduation celebration.Day-dreaming of running with brothers.
Bed-head issues.Tying yourself up so well that even you can't escape.
Sharing secrets with butterflies.Taking Mommy's order of a large coffee with a donut. (I received pizza and corn)
3 short days from now these darlings will be filling my house with extra noise, extra spills, extra crumbs, extra dirt & extra love. (You know how I thrive on noise and all the other joys little boys bring.) Perhaps then I will find myself sleeping like a baby.

I pirated this picture and can't figure out why it came out so small. They're much bigger (and cuter) in real life!

Here's what's happening....

I have a few things I feel the need to share with you, my many readers.

Here we go.

Thing #1- I was cleaning the bathroom yesterday morning and (as per my bathroom cleaning routine) sprayed Lysol on all necessities as I left the room. You know, just in case I missed a germ or two. Keep all comments regarding OCD to yourself, I'm a work in progress. Anyway, to make a long story short, I ingested Lysol. Yes, it's true. Somehow or another I ate Lysol. (The taste stayed in my mouth all day long) Seeing as I did not deliberately spray it directly in there, I could only come up with one probable cause as to why I single handedly (but accidentally) disinfected my mouth.

My theory?

My horrible, embarrassing theory?

I must be a mouth breather. Please, friends, tell me I don't walk around all day like this:

I need reassurance....or honesty. Whichever you can provide. Thanks.

On to Thing #2-Our cottonwood tree in our back yard is in the midst of ruining our lives for the last time. We can't sleep with the windows open. Our yard looks like it has a fresh coat of snow. The boys took popsicles outside yesterday which were immediately transformed into popsicles with fur coats. It's disgusting. It's heinous (love that word). And it's soon to be OVER! Hurray for chainsaws. These pictures only shed a glimpse of what we're dealing with. (Look at poor Lukey sneezing as he tries to play.)

Thing #3- Wes is pulling himself up and standing whenever he can. No further explanation needed with this rant. My life is over.

Love to all my peeps,

Amy

Give me noise, give me comfort.

Last Thursday through Saturday, my big boys, Evan, Luke and Jack, went camping with Grandma and Grandpa. They sat on our front porch for over two hours waiting for their chariot to arrive. As I watched the RV travel down our street, initial thoughts of the freedom I was about to experience in reverting back to a mother of two raced through my mind.

I had ONLY...

2 children to feed

2 mouths to wipe

2 car seats to buckle

2 kids to entertain

2 boys to chase

2 brothers in the tub

You get the idea.

I had a long list of errands to run and things I would enjoy during all of my extra 'mommy time'.

The big boys had only been gone a few hours when I decided to load the car and venture out with my '2' children. How easy is this? I thought. My arrogance burst before my eyes and I was quickly snapped back into reality when all of the sudden, my '2' children were locked inside my car. As I watched the firefighters' attempts to free my children, something became very prevalent. Having only 2 children really throws me off my game.

The next 48 hours were hard for me. I need (and thrive upon) the following:

5 children to feed

5 mouths to wipe

5 car seats/boosters to buckle

5 kids to entertain

5 boys to chase

5 brothers in the tub

You get the idea.

I missed the noise in my house that having a large brood creates. I missed the brotherly battles that seem to erupt every 3 minutes. I missed being a short-order cook and preparing 5 different meals 3 times a day. I missed the sight of an overly-crowded bathtub. I missed 5 visitors on my bed every morning at 6AM SHARP.

On Saturday afternoon, I sat on our front porch and eagerly waited for this to arrive:

I'd like to report that I am sleeping more peacefully now that they are all under one roof again.

Side note: If your kids are ever camping, don't read this book while they're gone:
I learned the hard way.

My boys had a blast and have not stopped talking about fishing, roasting marshmallows, and meeting Yogi Bear.

I'm having a blast with my noisy house, wrestling matches, and nonstop cooking. Things are back to normal, and it's the best feeling in the world.

Rescue 911...Logan style.

(He looks innocent enough, right?)

And the conversation earlier today went something like this:

"Littleton Fire Department, what's your emergency?"

"Um, well....it's not exactly an emergency...I mean I guess it is...um......my child locked me out of the car."

"So your child is locked inside your vehicle?"

"Yes."

"How old is he/she?"

"He's 2."

"That's good, maybe he can unlock the door for us. Go ahead and try to get him to unlock the car."

"I've been trying that."

"Great! Is he trying?"

"No, he's laughing at me."

"OK. Is he in any kind of danger or distress?"

"No, I think he likes it."

"What's he doing now?"

"He's eating his 7th piece of gum. He also ate my chapstick."

"OK, it doesn't sound like we'll get much help from him, I'll send the fire department right away."

"Thanks. Could you please tell them that sirens won't be necessary?"

"Will do."

Less than 5 minutes later, this was sitting in front of our house-

I heard them coming from miles away. thankfully, they were indeed very kind and turned their sirens off as they entered the hood. 3 of them tried for over 15 minutes to unlock our car and rescue my 2 young cubs. One was peacefully sleeping in his car seat, while the other was doing his best to explore everything that is usually OFF LIMITS. He knew his brief hiatus from parental control was rapidly coming to an end.

Despite their best efforts, our doors would not unlock (it's a long story). After 50 minutes, our drivers side door was pried open and my children were free.

Today I learned 2 valuable lessons:

Lesson 1~Never place your purse (and keys) inside the vehicle while you walk around to the other side to buckle your two year old. He's liable to grab your keyless entry and lock the car.

Lesson 2~Never buy coconut flavored chapstick again. It just tastes too damn good.

Watch out, he's a biter!

Wes' teeth are sprouting just as quickly as the weeds in my backyard. Funny thing is, his 'fangs' came in before his (top) two front teeth. Precautionary steps need to be taken when holding him. One second he's smiling at you sweetly, and before you even have time to block his feline-like grip, he's chomping deeply into your shoulder.

It hurts....trust me, I know.

I finally caught a picture of his toothy grin as he was swinging from Pa John's swing. (Yes, it really is Pa John's swing. It's on loan to the boys. It hangs from our front porch and I couldn't survive without it. I actually wish I had five.....imagine the freedom I'd have.)

Look at those pictures....

Watch your step, Edward. There's a new vampire in town.

And this one is MUCH CUTER!!!!

Real Men Do Their Own Pedicures...

If only I really did have eyes in the back of my head.....

Happy Birthday, Logan!

Baby Logan

Logan-Age 1
LOGAN

BOGAN

LOGIE BOGIE

BOGIE-BOY

BOGALISH

LISHY-LOU

LICIOUS

Just seconds after you were born, holding you for the first time, Dee said, "Look, he has dimples!"

Ahhhh, a baby with dimples, I thought. This will be my quiet & calm boy who will waste the day away snuggled with his mama until he is forced to start school.

Boy was I wrong.

Dimples mean trouble, and you have two!

Forget quiet or calm, we wouldn't have you any other way. Your energy, spunk, enthusiasm, curiosity and zest for life is infectious.

Happy birthday, little man. We love you to the moon and stars and back again.

Love,

Mommy, Daddy, Evan, Luke, Jack, & Wes