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…for washable markers.

He wanted to look like Thomas- so he took a blue marker (unwashable by the way) and colored his face.  We scrubbed his face for 2 days before it was all the way gone.  I’m just happy it’s off before school starts.  If he wanted to color his face for school, I wouldn’t mind, but not the first day:)  He wants to be called, “Little Wind” at school.  It’s his Indian name that he had at Montessori school.  We’ll see how that works out.  Today he’s Grumpy Care Bear.

Every year, at this time, I go into melt down mode about the kids going back to school.  I cry and stay sad and beat myself up because I know I do not have the needed patience or organization to homeschool them while tending to the baby and Noelle.   Well, school starts in less than a week and they are ready with supplies and clothes.  I believe my sadness has turned to acceptance of the situation and it is what it is.

On the positive, I’ll have lots of time to devote to kissing on the babies:)  They need kissing.  Often.

Have a great week and kiss your babies- young and old.  xoxo, AmyQ

It feels like Friday.  So far this week has been eventful. Beginning with this:

Yeah.  I could’ve shot this monster with a BB gun, but I didn’t.  I couldn’t even look at it to take the picture.  I just held the camera out and took lots of shots, hoping one would turn out.  Not a fan of spiders.  Well, I like the job they do, but I don’t want to see them.  Ever.

A couple hours later, I discovered this:

That little arrow is pointing to the water level inside that fixture.  A water line upstairs came undone and flooded our house.  The funny thing is, I was rocking Max to sleep and admiring the strange bubbling meadow brook noise I was hearing.  I had no idea what it was, but it was nice and I thought about letting it lull me to sleep too.  There was no sense of urgency while I was listening to it!  I just let it gurgle and trickle away.

It was after I lay him down and walked towards the noise that I discovered the source.  Then I sprang into action like a bat outta hell.  We have a pretty big mess on our hands, but it happens.  What can you do- other than smile and rock while your house floods?

I saw this yesterday afternoon.  He made a strange sound and I looked up and there he was.  He let me touch him and spread his wings out.

I came inside to show Chris, but he was sacked out.

So I went to Walmart with only Noelle.  It was kind of a big deal for us.  We never have alone time.  I go to take her out of her car seat when we get there, and wouldn’t you know she has on no panties.  And she’s wearing a dress.  We hit the panty section first, opened them babies up and put them on right there in the store.  BUT, I did wear shoes and I remembered a bra, so I’m  making progress.  Baby steps.

Have a great Wednesday:)  xoxox, AmyQ

5 months is a fun age.  He’s just getting fat and smiling most of the time.  He’s not crawling and getting into things.  He’s not fussing to “get down” every time we go somewhere.  He’s happy as a pig in mud.

Sometimes I kiss him so much, my lips hurt- almost like they’re getting chapped.  He loves to eat- alot.  He already devours cereal AND a small thing of baby food for dinner.  He tears it up!

He smells like milk and powder most of the time.  It’s intoxicating.  I have a habit of randomly squeezing his chunky thighs and clenching my teeth.  He loves it.  I love him.  My last dance as a mother to a baby will be over before I know it, and I’m relishing every second I can.

xoxo, AmyQ