Saturday, March 31, 2007

Soups On!

Baby E's first taste of baby food. She doesn't seem to be impressed.

Spring Thaw

Baby E getting a breath of fresh air.

L is sooo happy to be outside. She is wearing what I refer to as her "Elton John" sunglasses.

Z playing in the slush.

It's finally beginning to warm up around here. The girls and I are able to play outside and boy what a difference that makes in our day. You people who live in warmer climates have no idea how looooooong the winter can be when you are trapped inside with your kids.

But I have to admit, even though I'm glad we can go outside I don't like the spring. It's by far my least favorite of the seasons. Everything is all wet and muddy, the grass is all flat and gray and dead. You never know quite how to dress because it could be 40 degrees in the morning but 70 degrees by noon time. And forget about going out to buy some spring clothes because all the stores have out are shorts and bathing suits. And part of my dislike for spring may be psychosomatic . Since two of my little lovies were born in the fall I have been early into pregnancy in the spring twice and I was puking my guts out both times. So with the spring comes the memory of feeling pukey and tired and so I often feel yucky. You know how certain smells remind you of something? Well the sound of robins chirping and mud on the ground reminds me of throwing up.

Happy spring. ;)

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Miss Ella

Look who's sitting up! Well, sort of, after a few minutes she begins to fold in half. ;)

She's so damn cute.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

News From Miss Ella

Little Miss Smarty Pants learned how to roll over from her back to her belly last week. Now she just needs to figure out how to roll from belly to back. When you're a full figured gal, as E is, the whole rolling thing isn't so easy. When she gets stuck on her belly and is struggling to roll to her back it's kind of like watching a beached whale.
The little hot shot also got her first tooth yesterday. Well, not a full tooth, more like a little itty bitty piece.
She's growing up too quickly. I want her to just slooooow down and be an itty bitty baby for a long time.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007


I'm sitting upstairs and I can hear L down in the kitchen having a conversation with her 86 year old great grandmother. They are coloring together and chatting away. L has no idea how fortunate she is to have her Great Grammy still around and sharp as a tack.

Is that what I smell like?

You know how every one's house has it's own scent? You know like when you walk into a friends house it smells different than your own? Whether it's a combination of the laundry detergent they use, the foods they cook, the pets they have, whatever the reason, it's their scent. But you can never smell your own house's scent UNLESS you go away for like a week and then come back home and you're like"Wow, does my house always smell like cat litter and Lysol?" Well yesterday I was out for a few hours and when I got home I walked in my door and was nearly knocked over by the odor of maple syrup and poop. I think the maple smell was from the maple flavored bacon that we had with breakfast on Saturday so I'm pretty sure my house doesn't usually smell like maple. BUT the poop smell, well that's clearly from my toddler and my infant. And since they poop every day, all day, it's now clear to me that my house always smells like poop and I've been blissfully ignorant to the fact.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Compliments from a four year old

I was getting out of the shower today and L was sitting in my room. I was naked, as one usually is when they shower. No biggie, we're kind of a naked family. L looks at me and says " Mommy, your boobs are droopy."
Thanks. Like I needed a reminder that without a bra my boobs reach down to my belly button. If I'm not careful I may actually tuck them into my pants.

Friday, March 16, 2007

OMG! Could I suck any more!? I've been the crappiest blogger for the past few months. I swear I have nothing to even report. My life is dull. E is five months old now. She weighs nearly 17 pounds, she laughs out loud at her sisters a lot and sleeps like crap. Z is still having a bit of a tough time adjusting to her baby sister. She pinches her or pokes her in the eyes at least once a day and makes poor little E cry. I guess Z just can't resist the temptation. Z tends to be clingy, needy and overall high maintenance and screams when she doesn't get what she wants. I guess she's just really a text book two year old. This too shall pass, right???? L is great. Her usual good natured self. She loves preschool, her ballet class, and she currently has about 77 My Little Ponies all over the house.
Hubby in all honesty is unhappy with me because I'm simply not giving him enough, ahem, loving. I know he's right and I do feel bad about neglecting him but I'm just sooooo tired and just not in the mood very often. I wish guys could just understand that we women can still love them dearly, more than they could ever know, but just not be in the mood for weeks at a time. Sigh, it's the never ending lack of understanding between the sexes.
See, I told you I had nothing to report.