Saturday, September 24, 2011

"I always knew a meeting would kill me...."

Page 1 of Patrick's journel for school. Apparently he took Tommy's comment very seriously. (Click to enlarge, I think.)

3 Month Cute


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James thinks Wilson is funny.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

"William, why are you so loud?"

"Because God gave me batteries so I can yell."

Friday, September 16, 2011

My days

- "Please get off the baby. Please get off the baby!" "GENTLE!" "Eeeeassy. Easy." If I had a nickel, a penny even for every time I say those words in a day I would be a rich woman.

- I would like to have some great blog posts, but my brain is turning to mush. My vocabulary has dropped to a grade school level, since I have to at least be able to keep up with my kids' homework. My days are spent holding, feeding or changing the baby, or running interference. William LOVES the baby. I mean REALLY loves the baby. He is always on top of him, kissing, hugging and just plain lovin' on him all day long. I think it is so amazing how much love he has for him and how he just wants to be with him all the time, but it is exhausting. James is a cutie, and it's hard not to kiss those cheeks. He is a beautiful, sweet and smiley baby almost all the time. But, he is not a fan of the car and/or carseat. He tells us by his wails. That boy can go from zero to screaming in no time flat, and to drive with a little one screaming is very hard. He is not the best sleeper, but that is mostly my fault. I need a better schedule (in EVERY area of my life) for him.

- I asked William if he wanted to do swim lessons. His response: "Then I can get my license back?" No idea where that came from. LOL That boy still cracks me up every day by his comments. He is like a Gregory in his singing and quoting movies - he only has to see/hear it one time and he knows it - and his sense of humor is Daddy's all the way. He is a nut.

- Emma is enjoying first grade, with more responsibilities and fun. She actually told me that she wished she could go to school on Saturday. I guess that's a pretty good sign. I love her new uniform and I think she looks absolutely adorable in that jumper. We are hoping that she will share a room with the baby when he is ready for a room, and I think she will be a great help with James. She is a huge help in the car when James starts screaming.

- In Spanish class, the kids filled out a little thing about themselves. Likes and dislikes or "me gusta" and "no me gusta." Patrick's came home with the usual in the likes - video games, Mario, etc. The dislikes: earthquakes, ticks, cancer. Sigh. I know he's growing up, I can see it in our conversations, and by an incident that happened at school. One of his friends was saying some things that upset him, not AT him, and he got concerned, so he brought it to the attention of the teacher. Big moment for him and proud moment for me. I can't believe he's so old!

- I keep hoping my house will clean itself, and the laundry fairies will visit me a little more frequently. I know things are going to take a bit longer to get used to. I know it, but I can't seem to handle it. Just have to keep going. So, if you don't hear from me in a while, I may need some rescuing. If you don't find me under the pile of Mount Neverest, try under the nearest bed, where I may be in the fetal position, sucking my thumb.

Just kidding about the thumb.

Well, maybe.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Slow down!

Patrick has had an evenful month. No, not activity-wise. Life issues-wise.

We first started with an earthquake, followed by a (over-hyped) hurricane. He was very worried about those things, and kept asking us lots of questions, especially in the evenings, about aftershocks, tornados, etc. He gets to school, and on the first day, he comes home and starts talking about cancer. His teacher is suffering from non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, so he has a permanent substitute at the start of his year. They are praying for her, and the talk of cancer has come up, and he informs me that some people die from cancer. Fast forward 2 days: Mommy is in bed with fever. His first comment to me: "I hope you don't have cancer, Mommy." My poor little man. The next day, he hears about the anniversary of 9/11, and sees a clip of some of the tribute shows coming on. More questions, and he makes the connection of why we are at war, and why his uncles are deployed. More worries, more questions. Oh, and did I mention that we had an elderly friend of the family pass away right before the baptism?

It's so hard! I had no idea that he was going to have to learn these things so quickly, and feel the weight of how scary some of these things are. I know my kids have to grow up, but not now. And not with such heavy issues. I am praying for and with him often, and my prayer is that we can get through this without too much worry, and we all stay safe.