It seems like I go through blogging spurts. Sometimes I blog almost non-stop and then all of a sudden, I don't have anything to write about. It's not that my life changes from boring to more boring. It's just that sometimes my brain just shuts off.
H is a strange kid. He is a little brute! He has a big, heavy head and he likes to ram into things with it. Then he thinks it's fun, so he'll do it again. If he sits up in bed and hits his head on the wall, he'll think about it for a second and then do it again, and again, and again, until I finally stop him. He thinks it's funny. Yesterday he was eating and he stuck his finger in his mouth and puked up a little on his hand. He didn't know what was on his hand, he licked it, stuck his finger in his mouth again, gagged and puked again, licked it again, and then repeated it all over again. It took me a minute to catch on to what he was doing and then I cleaned him up and he went off to play. A few minutes later when I looked over at him, he stuck his fingers in his mouth again, gagged and puked and then laughed and did it again. He has done this several times since. I have to keep a pacifier in his mouth at all times or he is trying to gag himself. He is a very strange kid!
J wants a puppy really bad. So much so that he becomes very emotional sometimes about how unfair his life is because every boy needs a dog to love. When I load the dishwasher, H has discovered that there is water on the door that he can play in. His new trick is to lick it up off the door. GROSS! Then he took his sippy cup and dumped the water on the floor and then laid down in it a licked it up off the floor. I don't need to buy a puppy! I have a puppy!
Today I went to school to pick the older kids up to take J to get his glasses adjusted while Z had guitar practice. We drive a black sub and J and S informed me that it was embarrassing to have our car be so dirty. It really did need a car wash so after the glasses were fixed, we headed over to the car wash. While we were in the car wash, with the machine washing our car, J noticed a little mouse crawling across our windshield. We had a moment of screaming. Then he climbed back down into the hood of the car and disappeared. I spent the rest of the drive waiting for him to climb up my leg. We had a mouse in our garage a few months ago but we haven't seen him since. We set out some traps but obviously the peanut butter must be frozen because we have not caught a thing. I have swept out the garage a couple of times and every now and then I have found some more mouse tracks so I have been suspicious that we still had a problem. Now I know that we still do. So, my newly washed car is not parked in my garage but is currently parked down the street. I am hoping to freeze that little bugger out of my hood and then when he comes out he will be disoriented and not know how to get back to my garage and then he will go live in someone else's garage. I'm very generous that way with my neighbors.
So, as you can see, not too much out of the ordinary is going on around here. It has warmed up to about 40 degrees though. Could Spring really be coming????
sub. The kids were all laughing and playing and arguing over who sat where and Hubby and I were just relieved to have survived another Sunday. For some reason, Hubby didn't drive right off but we chatted for a minute. I turned around and noticed that all the car seats were empty and the kids were all crammed in the back seat together having a party. I could see H and the older 4 but not K. Just as Hubby put the car into drive, I asked who had K. Suddenly we could hear a panicked muffled scream. It was K, but where was she. No one had her on their lap so we decided she wasn't in the car. Hubby looked out his side mirror and there she was, standing by her door waiting for someone big to open it for her. When she heard the car start up, she panicked and screamed. That's the scream we heard. Suddenly the reality of how close we came to either leaving her, or worse, running over her suddenly set in. We looked up to see several ward members staring at us in disbelief. I can only imagine the circus act we must have looked like. K cried for most of the ride home. She said that we scared her cuz she "foughts we had forgot 'bout her". Talk about guilt. One more reason to justify why couples should not have lots of kids.
family dance at church. I'm not trying to have a bad attitude. It just makes no sense to me. When I went to dances as a teenager, I went to dance and flirt with cute boys. Even when I was old enough to date, going to dances was not the fun part of the date. Sure it was fun to dance a little with my date but mostly we went to just get pictures. It wasn't about the dancing at all. So now that I am happily married, I honestly do not see the purpose of having a church dance. I'm not interested in dancing with anyone but my husband. Trying to keep track of all my kids while holding my baby and trying to dance in a dimly lit church gym surrounded by other happily married couples and all their little kiddos running around just sounds like stress to me.
After the Birthday Party (see post below), we sent Deb off to do something really important, not sure what, the boys all went to the church to play basketball, and we changed the decorations to pink and SURPRISE! We had a baby shower. Deb is having a baby in a couple of weeks. She has 3 little boys and now she is expecting her first little girl. Grandma Lowder told us that this little girl is her 91 great-grandchild! We can't wait for her to get here!
