Bless all the dear children...and the mommy who loves them.

You know how when one of your kids does something and you say that you've gotta write that down in a book or something? Well, I am going to have to do just that. Eden and her prayers...she just makes me chuckle. Yes, I said chuckle. They are eating lunch right now and this was her prayer for lunch.


Dear Jesus,

Thank you that Micah eats all of her food and when she's a big girl she'll never try getting out of her bed; only when it's morning time. Amen.


Then the lunch conversation went on somehow to Eden asking Titus if he knew who Jesus was. I believe I heard him say Mantis (KungFu Panda). Eden said, "No, it's not Mantis. Jesus is God. God can't be Jesus because Jesus is God." Naturally. So, here's to trying to journal all the fun stuff as I have forgotten much of it already and don't want to let more slip by. Many of you can attest to how "it all goes by so quickly."

By the way, yesterday Titus began letting me know when he has to go potty. Yay!!! Today he has the runs. Drat! I couldn't drop him off at the gym today because they aren't allowed to take kids to the bathroom. They have to come get the mom. That would be too late! No exercise for me today, and I really needed it! At least he is making it to the bathroom to do his business (so far), but still, is that the Evil One's handiwork in this mom's life or what? I think so.

"4" going on "mommy"

The other day Eden wanted to pray for lunch so naturally I let her. Well, for those of you who know Eden, she says what's on her mind. No matter how inappropriate or just plain cute (and she's done both), she says it because she's thinking it. Another thing about her is the way she talks. She talks more like a 12 year old. She has always been very articulate and concise in what she says. She gets very serious when she prays and never sticks to simple thankfulness for what we are about to eat. No, she has to go deeper and hit the issues. Here is an example.

Dear Jesus,

Thank you that Titus be's good all the time and mommy still loves him even when he's bad (takes a deep breath while still praying) and thank you for our food and that Titus eats all of it and gets some candy and gets candy for going on the potty too. Amen.

That was almost word for word as I quickly ran for a pencil to copy it down after "amen" before I forgot all of it. That's how she prays. I love it! It's always "thank you" from our kids. They haven't quite figured out that there's a difference between thanksgiving and supplication, but I don't suspect Jesus minds.

I did it!!!

I finally fixed my blog. After reading and posting questions and reading some more, I found out that my problem is, get this, I'm long-winded. Seriously. You're shocked, I know, but apparently Blogger doesn't like long-windedness. My Christmas post was too long. A little edit and now I am rollin' along back to normal. What an ordeal!

No longer a baby

When I got pregnant this last time, I called my grandpa and asked him if I had a girl, could I have the white wicker bedroom set in the guest bedroom? My mom bought it years ago (for Ruthie's room when she was still in high school) from Grandma's hair dresser and then mom traded it with grandma for a day bed with a trundle under it to put in the small room of their old house so the boys could have a room of their own to sleep in.


Grandpa was kind and said yes. Now, over two years later I am ready to use the second bed. Yes, Micah got the boot out of her crib. You may say, "but she's just a baby." I say "she's just a baby" and at almost 18 months, she gets the boot like all the other kids did at that age. Granted, they had to get out of the crib due to the next sibling, but nonetheless. She already acts like the baby of the family. I am not trying to rear her to remain that way!!!

A jumper, tights and a screwdriver; a great combination for my little girl!

She's excited that something's happening...but what???

It's almost ready.

She looks so tiny on the floor. Just wait until she is in the bed!

I ended up trading beds...Eden now sleeps on the left one, the one I set up today, because...well, just because. Now, if I ever build a house again, I will remember to check the size of the windows. Our bedroom windows, while allowing tons of light in, are HUGE. Too big, as a matter of fact. I have twin beds in the girls' room and the younger boys' room and they all hang over the window. I can't stand that. Oh well, I am grateful for the beds, thank you grandpa, and glad to finally be using all the bedding I bought a year ago. That was a big step for our little fam. Now, if I can just get Titus to poop on the toilet I would be thrilled beyond belief. Bye-bye to the crib...for good. Sob. Boo hoo. Sniff sniff. On to the next "last." sigh.

Catch up time again...

This seems to be becoming epidemic for me; always playing blog catchup. Our internet decided to go AWOL the other day and we just now got it back up. Apparently the modem went bad. Did you know they only warranty those minuscule plastic boxes for 3 months? So I call Verizon and they say that the box is beyond it's warranty (we have had it for a whoppin' 10 months at most) and so it will cost $79.99 for a new one...UNLESS we subscribe to the $.99 a month warranty service plan that will get us a modem replacement for free. Once we install the new modem and it's working, we can cancel the service plan. If the modem goes bad again, we can repeat the whole thing. Is that dumb or what? Why don't they just say that the goofy modem costs $.99??? By the way, I called them today to ask a question and in the 20 minute conversation I had, I spoke to an "agent" in Mexico City, then they transferred me to one in India who transferred me to a lady who was in Canada and I finally got transferred to a lady in West Virginia. 20 Minutes and I travelled the world. Sorry, I forgot to take pictures.


The other day we had finished up with dinner a little earlier than usual and asked the kids what they wanted to do that was NOT wii. They chose wrestling. They most always choose wrestling, and who could blame them?
What kind of wrestling would we have if there was no over the head spinning? We know our wrestling! Micah was not about to be left out of the mix, that's for sure.

We even pulled a few moves from Nacho Libre, "it's the best!"

I don't generally participate anymore because I have found that whenever I get down to wrestle with the kids, they always seem to turn it into "Daddy, tickle mommy until she pees her pants!" Not that I ever have, but after 5 kids, it's never too far away, let me tell you!

The next day was Sunday. Now that Micah is starting to walk (it took her long enough) the girls finally got to wear the dresses that my mom got them for Christmas. I put a crown french braid in Eden's hair and curled the rest of it while poor Micah's mullet got pulled back into what became two 1" nubs that I pittifully called pig tails. They were bone straight and looked kinda funny! Nonetheless, the girls were beautiful!

To give some semblance of chronology, the next day was THE Monday that all our junk began in the previous post. That brings us to this past Sunday night. The boys didn't have school because of MLKjr day so we stayed up later and played HyperDash, a game that my mom got the boys for Christmas. It turned out to be rather fun for them and even a bit challenging on the brain!
As you can see, Micah couldn't quite contain herself so...
...to bed with the crabby bucket of tears. I don't believe she is back to normal just yet, so I am going to cut her a little slack...only a little!

After the kids were all tucked away Tim and I went downstairs to relax, somewhat. His relaxing included a laundry basket full of unmatched socks. Lucky me he took this on to accomplish.

What a man, what a man, what a mighty fine man!!!