Fascination

Miracles of miracles.  The two older girls (six and almost four for you that don't know them) played non-stop today with out a (1) nap, (2) hair pulling, (3) hitting, (4) name calling, or (5) fights of any kind!  I know, right!  I had to write it down in the record books.  It is a day to be remembered on those days that every time you turn around you are the one in the black and white stripped shirt with a whistle.

The Great Dad Moment 1

Yesterday my husband got home early, and we took the kids grocery shopping at Costco.  Our Costco is about fifteen minutes away.  While we were on our way home, we were trying to keep all of the munchkins awake--you know the drill, if they fall asleep in the car, good riddance to a decent bed time routine.  One of their new favorite songs came on the radio (our six-year-old thought it was "The Black Eyed Peas" but it wasn't; amazing what they pick up at such an early age), and we all jammed out to it, even Dad. Not to waste a good thing, we had them dance to all of the songs the whole way home so that they would stay awake.
Today, during errands, the first song we started dancing to came on again.  Our sweet daughter (almost four) says, "Mom, Dada and I danced to this song."  Thank goodness for a Great Dad Moment.

Tell me I imagined that Black Eye

Yesterday I couldn't write down all of the episodes into one blog.  I needed some time to allow my mind to digest all that happened. Hopefully I will be able to give you an idea of just what happened in our home.  We woke up with nightmares from my two-year-old boy.  Little did he know it was just beginning.  His oldest sister (six-year-old) decided that her summer break has gotten boring so from the first she harassed EVERYONE.  She wanted a movie.  She stepped on her brother's stomach "playing." Five minutes later, she kneed him in the stomach "wrestling." She wanted something to color.  She wanted to go to the park (it was raining buckets). She didn't want to make her bed, or clean her room.
LUNCH TIME, and tag it off to the three-year-old.  She didn't want to take a nap.  If I made her clean then she wouldn't go to sleep.  Picking up this one block was too hard.  The book was too heavy.  She didn't want to take turns so she whacked the boy in the head.  She decided to play drums.  She whacked herself in the head.  The boy had a moment's peace so he thought to twrill around at the top of the stairs.  You guessed it.  While I was holding the six-month baby girl (who was hungry), he looses balance, falls, and hits his eye on the metal banister.  Thank goodness he didn't fall down any more stairs.
ICE PACK, but it is already bruised and puffy.  Feed the baby, try to calm the boy, while the two oldest act as if nothing happened.  An hour later, Daddy comes home and miraculously there isn't another issue.  Please explain to me how the car can make the most awful sound until the mechanic takes a look at it.  I swear sometimes my husband must think my imagination runs wild.

Five in the morning on a Sunday.  I bet you thought about sleeping in before you would roll out of bed, throw on your Sunday best and get to church late.  You were wrong.  Five am and you are up with a six month old who thought it would be fun to crawl out of her bassinet.  Thank goodness you found her before she fell onto the hard floor, but of course she can't go back to sleep without being comforted--i.e. fed.  So, now you are wide awake with nothing to do but walk around as silent as death himself because if any one of your family members wakes up you will be a dead duck in the water.
Even the thought of food is out of the question.  They are like that old dog at your grandpa's house.  He can't hear a thing--not you yelling for him to come, not a window breaking as someone sneaks in to steal the TV, not even a cat scratching at the door--but he always comes running when the food pours into his bowl.  Your kids instinctively hear the crackle of cereal bags, or smell the rich bacon you are dreaming about right now.  You know that the second you even think about the ham and cheese omelet or powdered french toast with strawberries and whip cream, they will wake up and come running into the kitchen to mimic the seagulls in Nemo (for those of you with too young or old enough kids, the sea gulls' only line in the movie is "Mine" repeated a hundred times)  Oh it may just start out with the two year old, but within seconds all three of your older ones are up and running which in turn wakes up Dad and the dog who then wake up the baby you just so successfully put back to sleep. 
So, instead you wait impatiently as the clock slowly ticks away each second.  You think about all the things you could be doing instead.  Of course sleep tops the list, but soon the mountain called your "To Do List" starts coming to mind.  Work out, clean the tub, toilet, dishes, etc., shopping, dinner planning, call your doctor about that thing, call your sister who is probably up with your niece, call your mother just to annoy her because she is a grandmother now so she is sleeping blissfully, get caught  up on the ironing, sewing, laundry.  Each item your dismiss, because why would you want to make that much noise or go through that much trouble.  You finally decide to surf the web.  After all your typing only makes minimal sound and you won't have any breakfast smells or early morning lights to try to hide.  So it is now five-thirty am, and I only have one more half hour before I can have the french toast.