Almost done!!!!

Joshua's adoption will be final this Tuesday, Sept 4th!!!!!! We are so excited!

Memorial Day 2007

I know I am posting this a bit late -- but like I said earlier I've been neglecting my blog till about a few days ago LOL. BUT this is too cute of a picture I just had to share it. Kaiden is proudly in his boy scout uniform!

Preschoolers doing laundry?!

I am a firm believer that people underestimate the abilities of little kids! In our house everyone pitches in, learning the routine basically by watching, all their little life. WHO SAYS littles can do laundry? Who says they can't do chores! I mean, come on they make messes, by golly they can at least TRY and help clean them up right?! So this picture you see here, I caught Benn and Kate with my cell phone, doing the laundry all on their own accord! I had to not laugh while taking this shot! Poor kids, already know what the mommy wants done, without even being told to do it!

* Benn (Age 5) climbed up on the 2-step stool

* Kate (Age 4) brought over a basket

* Benn threw down the dry clean clothes into the basket

* Kate took them to the couch.

* Kate handed Benn the wet clothes from the washer

* Benn put them into the dryer

Side Note: I love love love my Kenmore stackable mega heavy duty W/D. One load in this mamma is like two loads of a regular washer and dryer! Good thing Robert got this for me after baby # 4..... I have to do 2-3 loads a day in THIS MACHINE just to keep the piles at bay. If I don't oooooo babbyyyy what a mess! Laundry can take over like The Blob in short order. You do the math...it adds up qwik, if I didn't have this machine OR I didn't do my loads everyday! Now......add in at least one extra load right now since Joshua has severe reflux! OI VEY!

FINALLY

I did a quick snap of Joshua with my cell phone... he FINALLY got his thumb in his mouth, successfully! He has been trying every day since he was born to get it in.

WOW -- did you say YMCA?!

We went to the best YMCA! Really the best I have ever seen! It has a huge indoor wave pool and a water slide. Even Benn went down the slide!

1. Here he is at the end of the slide




2. Kaiden coming down the slide, at the end.


3. Kaiden all smiles, at the end of the slide



4. Seaney loving the pool! The first, maybe 20 feet was only 2 feet, perfect for the littles. It also had little corner tide pools, one with bubbles coming up from the bottom. The whole thing would send waves every 5 minutes. Even over on the big side there was a body surfing tide pool. AMAZING


5. Kate, her usually daredevil self!


6. Benn at the top of the slide.


7. The view from the end of the slide across the whole pool. This end was the deep big kids area. On the right under the red bar you can see the body surfing area.

8. SPLASH!!! Coming down the end



They even had free inter tubes and life jackets.

Pineapple Head

I remember when I was a little girl probably about 5 or 6 and my sister use to stand in the bathroom mirror getting ready, and I would be in the tub and when she would wash my hair she would make my hair into a big point and say "Pineapple Head" over and over. The thought flash backed into my mind when I was washing Kate's hair. It was a nice memory. That was also when she taught me to M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I.

Xtracycle Hitchless Bicycle Trailers and Sport Utility Bicycles

Xtracycle Hitchless Bicycle Trailers and Sport Utility Bicycles

WOW! Saw these bikes today at Sand in the City... what I loved is the reason behind this style of bike! Go read about it at their web site.

Poor Girl

Seaney is sick too! After going to the Dr., pharmacy, home, lunch, farmers market, and park (to get those poor kids out of the car!) Seaney was just done in! She started running a fever and came over and crawled in my lap and just passed out. Poor baby! The times I have of her actually sleeping in my lap is so few and far between even as a tiny baby (she was not a 'rock me to sleep' baby) even if she was sick, I enjoyed it!
She played so hard + no nap = passed out. A RARE MOMENT!! Here are the rest of the kids, L to R: Benn age 5, Kate age 4, Kaiden age 10, Joshua age 4 mo.

Crazy

I must be delusional

Sick today -- all of us are, ok well some of us are, ok well ME ITS ME I am sick!!! Well Kaiden is too...but it feels like it is everyone when it is me who is sick.... runny nose, sneezing ect ect ect...... I must be delusional....I am vegetating right now here at the puter in a hopes my sneezing will stop soon! So here I am with no makeup and my frizzy hair waiting for the Most Hallowed Time ( aka nap time) to be over.... back to the real world!

Worth it

Here is baby Shuah (aka Joshua) that is what Seanesey calls him, and it has stuck we have all benn calling him that.....asleep on me today....it's moments like this that make all 32 laods of laundry and 13 laods of dishes and the 4000 poopy diapers a day .... ALL WORTH IT!!!!

Crying - Tears - Convulsions ---- All in the name of FUNNY

First off - go here -- read this: http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=130144061675&ru=http%3A%2F%2Fsearch.ebay.com%3A80%2Fsearch%2Fsearch.dll%3Ffrom%3DR40%26_trksid%3Dm37%26satitle%3D130144061675%26category0%3D%26fvi%3D1

This ebay item #: 130144061675 & Here is her blog: http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/

I laughed myself stupid!

Here is the descriotion:

I'm selling a bunch of Pokemon cards. Why? Because my kids sneaked them into my shopping cart while at the grocery store and I ended up buying them because I didn't notice they were there until we got home. How could I have possibly not noticed they were in my cart, you ask? Let me explain.
You haven’t lived until you’ve gone grocery shopping with six kids in tow. I would rather swim, covered in bait, through the English Channel, be a contestant on Fear Factor when they’re having pig brains for lunch, or do fourth grade math than to take my six kids to the grocery store. Because I absolutely detest grocery shopping, I tend to put it off as long as possible. There comes a time, however, when you’re peering into your fridge and thinking, ‘Hmmm, what can I make with ketchup, Italian dressing, and half an onion,’ that you decide you cannot avoid going to the grocery store any longer. Before beginning this most treacherous mission, I gather all the kids together and give them “The Lecture“.
“The Lecture“ goes like this…
MOM: “We have to go to the grocery store.”
KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“
MOM: “Hey, I don’t want to go either, but it’s either that or we’re eating cream of onion-ketchup soup and drinking Italian dressing for dinner tonight.”
KIDS: “Whine whine whine whine whine.“
MOM: “Now here are the rules: do not ask me for anything, do not poke the packages of meat in the butcher section, do not test the laws of physics and try to take out the bottom can in the pyramid shaped display, do not play baseball with oranges in the produce section, and most importantly, do not try to leave your brother at the store. Again.”
OK, the kids have been briefed. Time to go.
Once at the store, we grab not one, but two shopping carts. I wear the baby in a sling and the two little children sit in the carts while I push one cart and my oldest son pushes the other one. My oldest daughter is not allowed to push a cart. Ever. Why? Because the last time I let her push the cart, she smashed into my ankles so many times, my feet had to be amputated by the end of our shopping trip. This is not a good thing. You try running after a toddler with no feet sometime.
At this point, a woman looks at our two carts and asks me, “Are they all yours?” I answer good naturedly, “Yep!
“Oh my, you have your hands full.”
“Yes, I do, but it‘s fun!” I say smiling. I’ve heard all this before. In fact, I hear it every time I go anywhere with my brood.
We begin in the produce section where all these wonderfully, artistically arranged pyramids of fruit stand. There is something so irresistibly appealing about the apple on the bottom of the pile, that a child cannot help but try to touch it. Much like a bug to a zapper, the child is drawn to this piece of fruit. I turn around to the sounds of apples cascading down the display and onto the floor. Like Indiana Jones, there stands my son holding the all-consuming treasure that he just HAD to get and gazing at me with this dumbfounded look as if to say, “Did you see that??? Wow! I never thought that would happen!”
I give the offending child an exasperated sigh and say, “Didn’t I tell you, before we left, that I didn’t want you taking stuff from the bottom of the pile???”
“No. You said that you didn’t want us to take a can from the bottom of the pile. You didn’t say anything about apples.”
With superhuman effort, I resist the urge to send my child to the moon and instead focus on the positive - my child actually listened to me and remembered what I said!!! I make a mental note to be a little more specific the next time I give the kids The Grocery Store Lecture.
A little old man looks at all of us and says, “Are all of those your kids?”
Thinking about the apple incident, I reply, “Nope. They just started following me. I’ve never seen them before in my life.”
OK, now onto the bakery section where everything smells so good, I’m tempted to fill my cart with cookies and call it a day. Being on a perpetual diet, I try to hurry past the assortment of pies, cakes, breads, and pastries that have my children drooling. At this point the chorus of “Can we gets” begins.
“Can we get donuts?”
“No.”
“Can we get cupcakes?”
“No.”
“Can we get muffins?”
“No.”
“Can we get pie?”
“No.”
You’d think they’d catch on by this point, but no, they’re just getting started.
In the bakery, they’re giving away free samples of coffee cake and of course, my kids all take one. The toddler decides he doesn’t like it and proceeds to spit it out in my hand. (That’s what moms do. We put our hands in front of our children’s mouths so they can spit stuff into them. We’d rather carry around a handful of chewed up coffee cake, than to have the child spit it out onto the floor. I’m not sure why this is, but ask any mom and she’ll tell you the same.) Of course, there’s no garbage can around, so I continue shopping one-handed while searching for someplace to dispose of the regurgitated mess in my hand.
In the meat department, a mother with one small baby asks me, “Wow! Are all six yours?”
I answer her, “Yes, but I’m thinking of selling a couple of them.”
(Still searching for a garbage can at this point.)
Ok, after the meat department, my kids’ attention spans are spent. They’re done shopping at this point, but we aren’t even halfway through the store. This is about the time they like to start having shopping cart races. And who may I thank for teaching them this fun pastime? My seventh “child”, also known as my husband. While I’m picking out loaves of bread, the kids are running down the aisle behind the carts in an effort to get us kicked out of the store. I put to stop to that just as my son is about to crash head on into a giant cardboard cut-out of a Keebler elf stacked with packages of cookies.
Ah! Yes! I find a small trash can by the coffee machine in the cereal aisle and finally dump out the squishy contents of my hand. After standing in the cereal aisle for an hour and a half while the kids perused the various cereals, comparing the marshmallow and cheap, plastic toy content of each box, I broke down and let them each pick out a box. At any given time, we have twenty open boxes of cereal in my house.
As this is going on, my toddler is playing Houdini and maneuvering his little body out of the seat belt in an attempt to stand up in the cart. I’m amazed the kid made it to his second birthday without suffering a brain damaging head injury. In between trying to flip himself out of the cart, he sucks on the metal bars of the shopping cart. Mmmm, can you say “influenza”?
The shopping trip continues much like this. I break up fights between the kids now and then and stoop down to pick up items that the toddler has flung out of the cart. I desperately try to get everything on my list without adding too many other goodies to the carts.
Somehow I manage to complete my shopping in under four hours and head for the check-outs where my kids start in on a chorus of, “Can we have candy?” What evil minded person decided it would be a good idea to put a display of candy in the check-out lanes, right at a child’s eye level? Obviously someone who has never been shopping with children.
As I unload the carts, I notice many extra items that my kids have sneaked in the carts unbeknownst to me. I remove a box of Twinkies, a package of cupcakes, a bag of candy, and a can of cat food (we don’t even have a cat!). I somehow missed the box of Pokemon cards however and ended up purchasing them unbeknownst to me. As I pay for my purchases, the clerk looks at me, indicates my kids, and asks, “Are they all yours?”
Frustrated, exhausted from my trip, sick to my stomach from writing out a check for $289.53, dreading unloading all the groceries and putting them away and tired of hearing that question, I look at the clerk and answer her in my most sarcastic voice, “No. They’re not mine. I just go around the neighborhood gathering up kids to take to the grocery store because it’s so much more fun that way.”
So, up for auction is an opened (they ripped open the box on the way home from the store) package of Pokemon cards. There are 44 cards total. They're in perfect condition, as I took them away from the kiddos as soon as we got home from the store. Many of them say "Energy". I tried carrying them around with me, but they didn't work. I definitely didn't have any more energy than usual. One of them is shiny. There are a few creature-like things on many of them. One is called Pupitar. Hee hee hee Pupitar! (Oh no! My kids' sense of humor is rubbing off on me!) Anyway, I don't there's anything special about any of these cards, but I'm very much not an authority on Pokemon cards. I just know that I'm not letting my kids keep these as a reward for their sneakiness.
Shipping is FREE on this item. Insurance is optional, but once I drop the package at the post office, it is no longer my responsibility. For example, if my son decides to pour a bottle of glue into the envelope, or my daughter spills a glass of juice on the package, that’s my responsibility and I will fully refund your money. If, however, I take the envelope to the post office and a disgruntled mail carrier sets fire to it, a pack of wild dogs rip into it, or a mail sorting machine shreds it, it’s out of my hands, so you may want to add insurance. I will leave feedback for you as soon as I’ve received your payment. I will be happy to combine shipping on multiple items won within three days. This comes from a smoke-free, pet-free, child-filled home. Please ask me any questions before placing your bid. Happy bidding! :)
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14,000 hits!!! Who would've thought? I just wanted to take a minute and say "thank you" to all the people who have taken the time to write me a comment! I certainly appreciate it! It sure is a nice treat waking up to a full box of compliments! I'm trying to answer each comment, but they're honestly coming in faster than I can type!
Many of you have asked if I have a blog. I do. It's mom2my6pack.blogspot.com
Many of you have suggested I write a book. I think I may just have to give that a try. If it ever comes to fruition, I'll post about it on my blog.
And $40.00??? What are you guys nuts? There's nothing special about these cards. Are you bidding on them thinking I'll be a famous author someday? :::laughing like a crazy lady over that one::: I'll give writing a shot, but from what I hear it isn't easy to get a book published. I probably have a better chance of losing ten pounds (and that ain't likely to happen!)
Anyway, again I want to say thank you for reading and passing this on. You've all just made my week!

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This is my new WEEME icon... Too cute!