Oh I love this boy.

He is such a joy to have in our family.

I am so smitten.

He talks SO much. He's always babbling and cooing away.

I think it's because he got to spend so much time with Uncle Ammon so early in life.

Who am I kidding?

I can blame my children's talkativeness on no one but myself.

My mom used to sit me in front of my great grandmother when I was 2, because she was the only one patient enough to listen to me talk on and on forever.

In third grade my teacher wrote "social butterfly" on my report card.

I thought that was the most wonderful term ever.

Then my mom told me it meant I talked too much and that I need to be quiet once in a while.

It never happened.

She continued to hear, year after year, what  a wonderful student I was, if I would only shut up.

I guess that's why I love this blog.

My new way of "talking" to everyone all of the time.

Anyway back to the boy.

He is almost 3 months old.

I'd say it went by fast, but you'd be expecting that.

And really... it's been a long three months.

He's had quite a few colds already.

Currently fighting another one.

He rolls from his tummy to his back.

And he's working on getting from his back to his tummy.

He's almost there.

He lights up when he sees his sisters.

From a distance.

He cringes when they closer than an arm's length.

He smiles at his daddy. And loves when he sings.

But I'm pretty sure he loves me best.

And it's good to be loved.

Although - I think he might only be into me for my lactating capabilities. 

Time will tell.

"Mom, why is someone buried in our parking lot?"

Olivia turns 4. In Words.

Dear Olivia,

   I have started this letter and deleted it and started it again, and again and again. I kept starting with things like, "Don't grow up!" The truth is - I love that you are growing up. While you were a terribly adorable baby, I love the little girl you are becoming. You are so thoughtful and kind. A few examples, just from today: Abigail dropped her pacifier in the car, and without being asked or told, you found another one and gave it to her. (We won't mention that you found the other one in your little brother's mouth... he was done with it anyway.) You also made a wish when you blew out your birthday candles that "everyone in your family would be happy". You shared all of your birthday presents with your sister. Whenever Nathan is crying, you are the first to run to him to cheer him up. Your tantrums are becoming less and less. You go to bed without a fight. You "read" books to your sister. Yes, I like the little girl you are growing up to be, very much. 

    I've always known you are a smart little girl. But as you grow up, I am really amazed at how much is in that little brain of yours. Just the other night we were at a restaurant we haven't been to in a couple of months, and you noticed that on the counter next to the cash register there was no longer the bamboo plant that was there last time. I thought you were crazy - but the employee heard you and said, "Oh wow, I didn't even realize it's not there anymore! Hm, wonder what happened to it." I really thought she was going to say, "What are you talking about? There was never a bamboo plant here." But I never should have doubted you. You remember things from so long ago, and such details, that I don't even know why I keep this blog! I could probably just ask you any of these details and you'd remember them. I probably tell you too often how incredible and smart you are. You tell me it's because you have a LOT of brains.

   Every morning you wake up, get dressed and make your bed. Then you pick out an outfit for Abigail. This just warms my heart every morning. Yes, as long as you keep growing like this, you can keep growing. You help me cook dinner - and you actually help! You can crack an egg without getting a single shell. You're really good at mixing - and I've yet to meet a better taste-tester. You can play by yourself for hours, and better yet, you can play with your sister even longer. You boss her around and tell her what characters to be in whatever game you have going on in your head. But it's okay, because she's happy to comply (most days). Your imagination is incredible. Which is maybe why you don't ever play with toys. They don't leave enough to the imagination. Tonight you spent over half an hour playing with a family of forks. 

      You spent the better part of an hour yesterday making Easter decorations for me to hang up in my room. You love to be creative and make things. I should indulge this side of you more often. I'll work on it this year, okay? You love to sit on my lap and look at things on Pinterest with me. In fact both of your birthday cakes were cakes that you found and pinned!

      While I miss those moments of snuggling you against my chest, and quietly laying you in your bed, I am truly enjoying watching you grow up. You make life so fun, Olivia. I am so, so glad that you are mine forever.

Love,

Mom

Olivia turns four. In Pictures.

Misunderstandings...

A couple days ago we took the girls to Taco Bell for dinner. When we announced that was the plan Abigail was overjoyed. "TacoBell! TacoBell!" She shouted over and over the whole way there. And then bursted into tears upon arrival. "Abigail what's wrong?"
"Tacobelll!!!" She cried over and over. After a few minutes of trying to figure out what was wrong, I realized she was saying, and thought we were saying, "Tinkerbell".  I think I'd be pretty disappointed too, if I thought we were going somewhere with Pixie dust and fairies, and got refried beans and processed meat instead.

Aaron and I have learned we can NOT, ever, tell Abigail to "chew" her food. One night Abigail was playing with her food, and then talking with it in her mouth. Aaron told her, "Abby, CHEW! Chew your food." And Abigail faked sneezed all of her food that was in her mouth back onto her plate, with a great big "ACHOO!" The most hilarious part of this, is that she thinks she's being obedient! She thinks when we say "chew" that this is exactly what she wants us to do. So it's not uncommon at our dinner table to hear, "Abigail - bite your food... with your teeth, bite it and bite it and swallow."

Olivia's nickname is "Yaya". Abigail has a mama, a dada, and a yaya. Just fyi. So the other day Nathan was doing his baby crunches that he's started doing lately. I noticed and said, "Oh yeah Nate, work those abs!" And then Olivia came by and said, "No Mom, tell him to work those Yayas!"

And then tonight Aaron came home and I told him all I was doing for Olivia's little cold. "I gave her some hot Innergize, and some euthanasia." To which Aaron replies, "Echinacea?"  "Yeah, that."

Life.

Each day is an adventure around here. Today we went to the zoo for a fun Dr. Suess story time. It was really cute. Kids had a good time.

I've started babysitting for a family in our apartment complex. It's been nice. Living on student loans isn't very fun, so it's nice to have a little extra. Being able to take the kids to McDonalds or something without having to worry about the money is really nice.

Abigail has started using  a lot more words. One of my favorites is "also". We were talking about all the people who love her. I told her I love her, and Daddy loves and she said, "And also, Nanny loves me." And to me it was just so cute that she added the also. And she continued on and on with everyone she knows who "also loves" her.

Olivia turns 4 next weekend. Seriously how the flippety flip did that happen?? FOUR! I am so excited for her though. She is turning into such a sweet girl, and a great helper. It's nice to have a right hand gal to grab binkies, or even entertain Nathan for a minute while I'm cooking dinner. Although it still boggles my mind that she's not my baby anymore, and somehow I have two more. Three kids, seriously? If I stop to think about it, I freak out a little. Old people have three kids... not me!!

Nathan is just our little cuter head. As dubbed by Olivia. He laughed for the first time the other night and melted our hearts. We've been trying to get him to do it again but all we can manage is a smile. My kids are not big laughers. Makes me sad. Maybe I need to laugh more.

Aaron is doing amazing this term. He is only three weeks into his term but has had three tests, and he got 100's on two of them. One of them was rumored to be the hardest test of all of pharmacy school, according to some guys in the year ahead of him. And yeah, he got a 100. I'm so proud of him. I know he doesn't like when I brag about his brains, but this is my blog so neener neeener neener!

And I'd say that's a pretty good snapshot of our life right now.

Instant Gratification

My children were born into an era of extreme instant gratification. Any television show they can think of can be watched instantly on Netflix or the internet. They don't even have to sit through commercials! Gone are the days of waiting until 10:00 to watch David the Gnome. We can chose from 100 episodes of Dora at any time we want.

I remember wanting to hear a New Kids On The Block song and sitting by the radio waiting for it to come on. If my kids want to hear a song, I put it on youtube and they are happy as can be.

When I try to take a picture of Abigail she says, "Let me see it!" before the picture has even snapped. Remember waiting weeks to get film developed?

 Last week we took the kids to a drive thru for ice cream. We were waiting in line for our order, when Olivia complained, "Uughhh this is taking ONE HUNDRED AND NINE YEARS!"

I want my kids to learn the importance of delayed gratification, so I find myself telling them "in 5 more minutes" for no reason other than to make them wait. I'm not sure it makes any difference, or if there's even a point. I guess it's just the way the world is now. And it's only getting worse -or better I guess depending on who you ask.

There's probably a better way to say what I'm trying to say. It is just so crazy to me that when my kids ask to watch a show, I can put it on. There's no waiting. They expect food to magically appear in front of them the moment they ask. And they want to look at the pictures before the autofocus can even adjust to capture the image. So what do you do about it? How are my kids going to learn to develop patience? Or the satisfaction of perseverance?