Tee Ball 2010

My son is adorable; that's really all there is to it.  It's been great to see him make friends and look forward every week to his "big game."  Time to start scouting for his next activity.  Oh he's so cute!

Approaching the half-way mark

The big gender ultrasound is on Friday.  I'm itching for the days to pass.  So what do you think the big news will be?

I want a girl, but I am not expecting to get my way.
Ben's pretty sure it'll be a girl.

Care to weigh in?  Oh, and if you need additional info to make your very calculated estimation, let me know.  Like the fact that I am carrying low, which I am.  K?  Loves.

We love you, Riley.

 

 

 

Riley was a wonderful dog and he loved our family so much.  We will miss him.  But we will remember how he loved to sleep on the Lovesac, and how he would carry toys out of the bathtub, and how patiently he would wait for Keller to drop his cereal.  We're so glad we got to share those few short months with such a loving boy.  We love you, Ry.

On the way to the gym

Canon:   My job is to play football all day long.
Me:   That sounds like a fun job.  What's my job?
Canon:   Hmmm.  To do laundry.  And to clean up Keller's bum.

Awww man.

Interesting

Just lookin' up baby names (only girl names, really, because I so have my heart set on a cute, chilled out little female) and I came across "Taisha."  It says that it's Arabic and that it means "she who lives; alive one."  Interesting.  Taesya is definitely alive, and full of life, too, I would say.  Love that girl.

Taesya Fe
Benjamin Canon
Keller Davis
.... who will be next?

Good Times

  

Photos courtesy of Mortensen Family - Thanks!

Give that lady a gold star

I accomplished mighty things today.  It feels wwwwonderful!

Thanks in part to our kiddie pool, I had a large chunk of time in the morning, which I used to pay bills and plan our monthly finances.  Then I trekked to Cookie Cutters and had all three of my children made to look a bit more civilized (haircuts).  The kiddie pool granted me another bout of freedom this afternoon; I put away three baskets full of laundry.  Now my delightful children each have a drawer full of clean underpants and pajamas.  Yay.

Amen to getting things done.  Feels mighty spectacular.  I even set aside some red, white, and blue for the kids to wear tomorrow.  Honestly, my messy house looks about the same as it did this morning, but inside of me, it looks different.  I am proud.

Hope you all have a fab holiday and wear lots of sunscreen!

Life is poking holes in my Umbrella

I just.... seriously.  What the heck?!?

Someone tried to break into our house today to (we assume) steal our tv.  They completely removed one window; Ben think it looks like they razored around each edge and since the window was held in by caulk alone, it probably wasn't too hard for them.  But our gigantic tv cabinet and our large dog prevented them from getting anything.  (This is all what we're guessing, obviously.)

Cop came by.  Since nothing's missing, he didn't really care much.  He thinks it may have fallen out on its own--yeah, no way.  If our window fell out, it would have broken.

Point is that one more crappy thing happened to my family.  And I don't know how much more I can take. I'm trying to read about Faith in the bible, trying to find something to really click and make it all seem better.  But I just feel like we're getting kicked and kicked by life right now.

I'm grateful for Riley.  (Hopefully he scared the pants off the crook.)  And that our neighbors have come over to help Ben fix the window.  The guy two houses down, whom we've never met before today, had his tv stolen in December.

Just shaking my head.... things are just really baffling me.  If I could just get a peek at how our lives are supposed to turn out after all this--

Fuming over spilled milk

It doesn't matter how many times we've talked about it, or how many times his attempts have ended in disaster.  Canon tried to get himself a drink out of the fridge again.  And now an entire gallon of milk is soaked up in towels in the washing machine, instead of in it's plastic bottle, where it belongs.  He says sorry (and you probably think that sounds sweet) but we've done this so many times (and I've heard that hasty apology each time) that it makes me just want to smack him, because he thinks sorry makes everything go away.  He has no intention of changing his behavior; he just doesn't want mom to be mad.  And then he can just be naughty again next time.  GRRRRRRR.  It makes me so angry.

All he has to do is ask me for a drink.
I'd get the boy a drink.

Why does life with kids feel like constant re-runs?  The same mistakes, the same messes, over and over and over.  (Gigantic sigh.)

We were just about to go to the library all together, but now that sounds like a really stupid idea.
Just another potential disaster.
Figure something else out.

Drama

Keller made an important discovery today: tantrums in the bathtub will get water in your nose.  So now he's wrapped in a towel and finishing out his tantrum on the bed.  It's almost 11:00 and this is his third (quite lengthy) tantrum today.  He throws himself onto the ground and cries and cries and cries.  When he stops, he comes over to Mom and it's as if it never happened.  I would hate crying like that; I'd have a major headache by now.

Riley seems concerned.  He is very protective of Keller, but this non-stop crying is confusing, I'm sure.

Canon is being very tolerant, but understandably, is avoiding his dramatic little brother.

Lucky Tae is at school.

.... Still going strong.  Moved to the kitchen where his cries would echo louder, maybe...  Boy this is a fun phase!  Can't even remember why he's mad.  Oh yeah, I tried to wash his hair.  Mean mom.