I am in the worst mood. This may be more of a rant than a blog. For that I'm sorry, but I need to vent. During the course of feeding lunch to the three youngest children earlier today, I discovered that an entire bottle of corn syrup had spilled on the top shelf of my tiny (and very crammed) pantry. The junk spread to cover the entire depth of the shelf, and it seeped between the boards which make up each shelf for a grand total of mess on four levels and both walls. My entire pantry (I just typed panty by mistake...that would have been funny if left unfixed) is spread over the kitchen surfaces, and the boards are drying. SO IRRITATING!! I know some people have real problems, but come on! Cleaning that kind of fiasco while trying to feed hungry little kids who are ready for a nap is not a good mix. That is not how I wanted to spend over an hour of my day.
Henry has on a crazy mix right now. As I ran on the treadmill, Evelyn dressed him in her red and silver sequined cheerleading uniform. It only covers one shoulder. He has it on over his favorite soccer jersey of Olivia's, which he now exclusively calls "Vivia" for some strange reason. The jersey is over an OU football warmup, so he looks crazy. My friend with triplet boys arrived at our door to leave something for me, and she said, "Oh, Henry," and just sighed. Those sisters. He picked up a clean, yet discarded purple velvet gynastics leotard of Olivia's from yesterday (she threw a fit over a complaint that it makes her itch). It is in his crib with him for naptime, and I think he likes the way it feels like one side of his blankey. What a boy.
He made my heart sing with his request a few mornings ago for t-rex undies after pottying first thing in the morning. That entire effort has been going really quite well. He then took off his Spiderman slippers and requested CARS (the movie) shoes. He politely asked for his Super Henry Lightning satin cape, matching gloves, and mask. Finally, he wanted baby T-Rex (an adorable Gund animal from Robbie for Christmas) and his blue blankey. He snuggled with his sisters and me on the couch under big blankets, and we woke up slowly that winter morning. It was lovely. We had a few similar mornings lately, and they were treasures.
Yesterday I decided we had had enough stay at home in our PJs days with the long weekend and snow days last week. I planned to take the children on a fun outing by myself. That's kind of a big deal with all four of them in the winter. As we stepped out our back door, Henry said, "Mommy, look at this," He had picked up a frozen dead baby mouse by the tail. Olivia started screaming. I yelled, "NO, Henry!" and flung my arm into his arm as I held Vivian, which sent the little mouse sailing through the air. Our back porch is open to the air, and Robbie thinks there must be a mouse nest nearby, and the baby got out of it and froze. Poor little thing. We called Robbie on speaker phone from the van to share the story. After we hung up Henry said, "I did almost about kiss it." We girls roared with laughter. This made Vivian copy us, and we had one of those belly laugh family moments that we will not soon forget.
Vivian is totally set on messing with every single door in her reach. She still only army crawls, at warp speed, grant you. However, she bee lines for open doors and tries to get her baby fingers slapped in them. I'm convinced of this. My sweet baby woke up at 4 am crying, which is thankfully quite rare. I went to her after letting her fuss a bit, and she felt somewhat warm. I nursed her, and she slept until 7:20 am. She wasn't too happy this morning, and she slept past her usual wake up time for her nap. Her temperature was 103.2 when I checked it, and her eyes looked sick. Ibuprofen dropped it to the 99s in just over an hour, so I don't know what to think. She's down for her pm nap, and I have loads to do. The pediatrician's office called me back, and they think it sounds viral. I hope she perks up later today.
Yesterday was fun. The girls shopped at the American Girl store with some Christmas money from Great-Grandma Gloria, and they loved it. I cashed their checks for single dollar bills, and they had to count them and shell out a bunch to pay for the outfit. I hope that helps them understand the expense of such special toy items. Robbie says they won't get it until they have to work to earn a dollar. He's probably right, but at least I'm making an effort.
I let the children ride the carousel, and Henry chose the largest and highest up dragon animal of all. He had to ride without me standing next to him, because I was holding baby Vivian. The girls chose a tea cup. The ride operator told me I had to ride with the girls, so the poor baby got spun dizzy, and I prayed that Henry wouldn't fall off his dragon while my head was spinning and the carousel was turning. Sometimes I wonder how I get myself into such situations in the name of fun. Henry wouldn't play in the indoor gym area because he didn't want to take off his shoes. So strange. At home he doesn't want pants or shoes, so go figure. He did escape the enclosure once. I think I noticed it right away, but I was really worried. I found him up against the outside wall around the corner from the entrance to the play area. The baby crawled all around, and then Henry threw a fit upon leaving. I left carrying him on my back in the Ergo Carrier, and I pushed Vivian and Evelyn in the E3 stroller. Olivia walked. She was a huge help to me yesterday morning. She helped shower Ev and Henry while I got the baby ready, and she was very happy and maternal. She can be such a delightful little girl.
Robbie got totally slammed with call this weekend. It was absolutely brutal for him, and he lost a lot of sleep. I lost some too with those middle of the night phone calls that yank us out of sound sleep. The phone kept ringing from the answering service all weekend, and I heard Olivia say, "No, he's not home. He's helping some lady whose eye won't stop bleeding." It was true. He had to go to emergency surgery twice for that poor patient, and he was at the hospital multiple times for hours each time trying to get things under control for her. We felt like he was back in residency, and we were thankful when Monday morning rolled around and it was somebody else's turn to deal with taking call.
Well, work beckons. The pantry fairy isn't going to put my kitchen back together, so I guess I better get after it. My book club just chose Pride and Prejudice. I started it twice, maybe three times, yet I've never finished it. I plan to try again. My step-mom really enjoyed it, and a friend said the end makes it all worth it.
Henry has on a crazy mix right now. As I ran on the treadmill, Evelyn dressed him in her red and silver sequined cheerleading uniform. It only covers one shoulder. He has it on over his favorite soccer jersey of Olivia's, which he now exclusively calls "Vivia" for some strange reason. The jersey is over an OU football warmup, so he looks crazy. My friend with triplet boys arrived at our door to leave something for me, and she said, "Oh, Henry," and just sighed. Those sisters. He picked up a clean, yet discarded purple velvet gynastics leotard of Olivia's from yesterday (she threw a fit over a complaint that it makes her itch). It is in his crib with him for naptime, and I think he likes the way it feels like one side of his blankey. What a boy.
He made my heart sing with his request a few mornings ago for t-rex undies after pottying first thing in the morning. That entire effort has been going really quite well. He then took off his Spiderman slippers and requested CARS (the movie) shoes. He politely asked for his Super Henry Lightning satin cape, matching gloves, and mask. Finally, he wanted baby T-Rex (an adorable Gund animal from Robbie for Christmas) and his blue blankey. He snuggled with his sisters and me on the couch under big blankets, and we woke up slowly that winter morning. It was lovely. We had a few similar mornings lately, and they were treasures.
Yesterday I decided we had had enough stay at home in our PJs days with the long weekend and snow days last week. I planned to take the children on a fun outing by myself. That's kind of a big deal with all four of them in the winter. As we stepped out our back door, Henry said, "Mommy, look at this," He had picked up a frozen dead baby mouse by the tail. Olivia started screaming. I yelled, "NO, Henry!" and flung my arm into his arm as I held Vivian, which sent the little mouse sailing through the air. Our back porch is open to the air, and Robbie thinks there must be a mouse nest nearby, and the baby got out of it and froze. Poor little thing. We called Robbie on speaker phone from the van to share the story. After we hung up Henry said, "I did almost about kiss it." We girls roared with laughter. This made Vivian copy us, and we had one of those belly laugh family moments that we will not soon forget.
Vivian is totally set on messing with every single door in her reach. She still only army crawls, at warp speed, grant you. However, she bee lines for open doors and tries to get her baby fingers slapped in them. I'm convinced of this. My sweet baby woke up at 4 am crying, which is thankfully quite rare. I went to her after letting her fuss a bit, and she felt somewhat warm. I nursed her, and she slept until 7:20 am. She wasn't too happy this morning, and she slept past her usual wake up time for her nap. Her temperature was 103.2 when I checked it, and her eyes looked sick. Ibuprofen dropped it to the 99s in just over an hour, so I don't know what to think. She's down for her pm nap, and I have loads to do. The pediatrician's office called me back, and they think it sounds viral. I hope she perks up later today.
Yesterday was fun. The girls shopped at the American Girl store with some Christmas money from Great-Grandma Gloria, and they loved it. I cashed their checks for single dollar bills, and they had to count them and shell out a bunch to pay for the outfit. I hope that helps them understand the expense of such special toy items. Robbie says they won't get it until they have to work to earn a dollar. He's probably right, but at least I'm making an effort.
I let the children ride the carousel, and Henry chose the largest and highest up dragon animal of all. He had to ride without me standing next to him, because I was holding baby Vivian. The girls chose a tea cup. The ride operator told me I had to ride with the girls, so the poor baby got spun dizzy, and I prayed that Henry wouldn't fall off his dragon while my head was spinning and the carousel was turning. Sometimes I wonder how I get myself into such situations in the name of fun. Henry wouldn't play in the indoor gym area because he didn't want to take off his shoes. So strange. At home he doesn't want pants or shoes, so go figure. He did escape the enclosure once. I think I noticed it right away, but I was really worried. I found him up against the outside wall around the corner from the entrance to the play area. The baby crawled all around, and then Henry threw a fit upon leaving. I left carrying him on my back in the Ergo Carrier, and I pushed Vivian and Evelyn in the E3 stroller. Olivia walked. She was a huge help to me yesterday morning. She helped shower Ev and Henry while I got the baby ready, and she was very happy and maternal. She can be such a delightful little girl.
Robbie got totally slammed with call this weekend. It was absolutely brutal for him, and he lost a lot of sleep. I lost some too with those middle of the night phone calls that yank us out of sound sleep. The phone kept ringing from the answering service all weekend, and I heard Olivia say, "No, he's not home. He's helping some lady whose eye won't stop bleeding." It was true. He had to go to emergency surgery twice for that poor patient, and he was at the hospital multiple times for hours each time trying to get things under control for her. We felt like he was back in residency, and we were thankful when Monday morning rolled around and it was somebody else's turn to deal with taking call.
Well, work beckons. The pantry fairy isn't going to put my kitchen back together, so I guess I better get after it. My book club just chose Pride and Prejudice. I started it twice, maybe three times, yet I've never finished it. I plan to try again. My step-mom really enjoyed it, and a friend said the end makes it all worth it.
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