Upside down babies:)

Baby Isaiah - Baby Charlotte - Baby Hannah

Happenings and musings

How low can I stoop in my lazy mom methods? Lower than I thought possible. See exhibit A:

Because apparently opening two separate jars to make my kids' lunch is just too much work! Seriously though. I think the sandwiches look disgusting when made with this stuff but the kids love them. Direct quote from Isaiah while eating his goober sandwich, "Mom you make THE BEST peanut butter and jelly!"  Thanks buddy. I try. Or not really:)

Originally I purchased this as a gift for my dad for his next visit. Because 1) his nickname was 'Goober' and 2) he loves PB&J. But the kids found it and wanted to try it. Sorry dad. 

Moving right along. More lazy mom madness. After playing in the "sprinkler" yesterday, I changed Hannah into a cotton dress. Which then evolved into her nightgown. And is now her outfit once again. Charlotte has asked several times, "Hannah is that your jammies? Or your dress?" She seems genuinely confused. 

See this?

This kid managed to make the whole world by himself all before the baby and I managed to drag ourselves out of bed this morning! I was impressed. 

I went out to get the clean laundry off the line. Hhhm...not sure 'clean' was a necessary adjective there?! Anyway. Upon stepping back into the house I found Charlotte with a mouth full of something and a proud grin on her face. I asked her what she was eating. She said "BREAD" and pointed to the cupcakes. I tried to argue with her that cupcakes aren't "bread". To which she responded, "I KNOW!" Sure enough she was eating the slice of bread I had put in the cupcake container to keep them fresh. 

I immediately thought "Wow if that is the worst she did while I was out we are doing good". And sat and folded laundry completely blissfully unaware of the fact that she was really doing THIS:

Her explanation. She was "collecting things". 

In order to avoid pondering the fact that I still had 8+ hours before my husband returned home and therefore a 0% chance of face-to-face adult interaction in my immediate future, I quickly fed the children an early lunch and herded my crew outside to play. Laundry folding was deserted for this:

Much better:)

And lastly, a glimpse at my new romper for my sister. It is comfortable but definitely not out in public appropriate on this 30 year old body. The shorts get realllll short....

Sorry my taking self portraits in the mirror skills are quite pathetic. 

And now because I am putting even myself to sleep I will quit. You are welcome.

**By 'sprinkler' I meant the hose with the garden sprayer attached. I couldn't get it off so I improvised. I sprayed the kids. They liked it AND it was fun for me. Just more proof for my lazy mom pudding:) As you can plainly see my husband is not as lazy as I, so he attached a proper sprinkler for the kids. 

Waiting

At first I was waiting for Joe to take his test. Then I was waiting for his score. He took it and he passed!  (Just like I knew he would). The waiting is over. And yet I still feel like I am waiting. Waiting for what I am not exactly sure. 

I am waiting for Joe to get home every night. I am waiting for this 8 weeks to be over and his next rotation to start. I am waiting for him to finish his third year and take Step 2. Waiting for all the studying to be done. Ha! Waiting for the residency application process to start. Waiting to match. 

On a much smaller scale I am waiting for 10 am so I can enjoy my daily soda.  Waiting for lunch time because then it is almost nap time. Waiting for dinner time so I can just sit down and hopefully enjoy my family's company. Waiting for bedtime. Waiting for the kids to fall asleep so I can enjoy some quiet down time. 

Waiting for church on Sunday, storytime on Monday and playdate on Wednesday and all the other fun plans in between. 

Waiting for the baby to finally pop out a tooth or two. Waiting for Charlotte to stay dry all night every night. Waiting for Isaiah to be brave enough to ride his bike without training wheels. Waiting for my hair to grow (so I can put in a pony tail once again).  Waiting for someone to wash my dirty dishes, do my laundry and clean my...I kid! A girl can dream, right?!

Truly I don't know what I am waiting for. Or why. What I do know is this waiting is no good. I need to live in the present for the present. Waiting for future isn't getting me anywhere. That seems obvious, right? And yet I wait. 

Sugar and spice and everything nice.

That is what little girls are made of.

See all those pretty little hair bows pictured all the way to the right. The really girly ones on the pretty personalized ribbon display. The day has finally arrived that the owner of these hair clippies actually can and needs to use them. We thought this day would never come! They are so dainty and feminine AND they keep her hair out of her eyes! Yay. We call them her "princess clippies" in an effort to convince her to leave them in. 

Just a little background information to clarify the significance of this seemingly unimportant milestone. Charlotte was gifted these hair bows and display when she was a mere 3 {very bald} months old by her aunt and grandma. A year ago at age 2 her baby sister was born with {seemingly} more and thicker hair than a still very bald and blonde Charlotte. For 3 years those bows have hung on her wall just begging to be worn and displayed properly on a little girl's head. I was convinced Hannah would need them first. But alas at the ripe old age of 3 years Charlotte finally has enough...barely but still enough...golden locks to necessitate these pretty little clippies!

As far as the sugar and spice and everything nice. Well that everything might just be a slight exaggeration. She is definitely a 3 year old girl. Lots of spice to go along with that sugar. Enough said, right?  But she sure looks sweet:)

Cuteness.

That's all folks. Happy Friday.