Happy Father's Day

Sophie

7 weeks - This child has slept 7 hours straight the last two nights, and is therefore on my "I love you a little extra" list...

Jonny.

I miss you. A lot.

I missed you this morning when Sophie woke up with an eye infection. Usually I worry, and you tell me she's fine.

I missed you when I put on my new dress that I got on sale at Old Navy for $15 and I wanted you to tell me I look cute. Although, I'm not sure you'll really like it. But you could lie to me even though I'll know you're lying. I still want you to say it.

I missed kissing you in the kitchen while I made breakfast.

I missed you when Sophie spit up 1/2 way down my back and I couldn't reach to wipe it off.

I missed you during Sacrament meeting when my well-meaning visiting teacher (sitting with me to help tame the wild beasts, aka our children) starting feeding Emma fruit snacks like nobody's business and I was thinking "Sheesh. Her blood sugar is going to be all crazy."

And I missed you when I was sitting with Matthew in nursery and even with me there he was screaming so hard that he was sweating profusely - to be honest, so was I. And when Sophie started screaming too and they were both on my lap screaming and screaming and finally I ran to the primary room, grabbed Emma, and fled the premises.

I missed you when I was playing with the kids in my parents backyard with everything blooming and the wind softly blowing. I wanted you to be there playing with us too. And when Matthew was blowing out the candles on his birthday cake and kind of spit all over it I really really wanted you to be there.

I missed you when I was driving home with the kids and Matthew was crying "Wan' go night night," and Emma was saying she has a froat (sore throat) and her legs hurt.

I Tylenoled Emma up and got those kids in bed in record time. I missed you when I was lying on our bed reading my scriptures and relishing in the momentary quiet. I love reading scriptures with you.

I missed you when I heard Matthew crying and went into his room to find him covered in throw up and then at the same moment heard Emma crying in her room that her tummy was hurting and then Sophie started screaming a couple of minutes later.

I missed you while bathing Matthew, picking up throw up chunks off the carpet because all of the sudden the vacuum isn't working and washing all his bedding. While opening the windows to get rid of the throw up smell only to run around closing them a few minutes later when a skunk sprayed (what are we here - back in Monterey?) When I ran to the neighbors to see if they could maybe just feed Sophie while I was on sterilizing duty - they weren't home.

I missed you when I watched the season finale of NCIS. It just isn't the same without you.

I missed you when the whole throw up/clean up routine was repeated a couple of hours later.

And now I'm off to bed. And I will, yep, you guessed it. I'll miss you there too.

I love you. And I really hope you're having fun. Really. No sarcasm here.

Here today, Gone Tomorrow

We get him back today - only for about 12 hours and then he leaves again. It's better than nothing though!

And it's a good thing he's coming today, because it's this one's birthday today! The Big 2!



I don't quite know what to say about my little Matthew. He is a whippersnapper! He seems to see everything in life as a challenge, whether it's a really tall something he shouldn't be climbing on, or me telling him not to do something, or anything really really dangerous. Whatever it is he tackles it head on. My Dad said the other day, "If you put 10 things out in front of him, and 3 of them were dangerous or something he really shouldn't have, he would ignore the other 7 things and go straight for the 3." That pretty much sums it up.



He is a sweet boy. He loves his sisters. He is constantly bringing Sophie his favorite blanket and toys and piling them up on her while she sleeps. I have to unearth her several times a day. He calls her "Sopie" and comes to tell me, "Mom. Sopie cryin'." He gives the best hugs and kisses and loves to snuggle.



This boy loves to eat pinto beans. It's easy on me because I can just open a can and dump some on his plate and he is happy. So yesterday I noticed his nose was running and when I wiped it, out popped a pinto bean! Yep, it had been in there for a couple of days and I had no idea. I was laughing because he had just been at the doctor's office for his two year checkup and the Dr asked me if I had any concerns about him and I said no. Apparently I should have said, "Actually I'm a little concerned about the pinto bean he's had shoved up his nose for the past three days." Whew.


We love you little Matthew! Happy Birthday!

My Little Rascals

So Jonny is gone again - off galavanting around the world and jumping out of helicopters - so it's just me and the kids. My sweet Mom has watched them for me every day so I can get a nap or run errands. She watched them the other day while I went grocery shopping. When I got home I let the kids in the house and went back out to unload the groceries.

First, Matthew shut and locked the door right in my face as I was carrying three gallons of milk and another bag of groceries. Fortunately Emma let me in.

Then Emma was running around in just a shirt and her underbooksies, which I noticed were on backwards. I told her to turn them around and then went out to get more groceries. The next thing I know, Emma is standing on the front porch (remember, we live in townhouses, so there are at least 5 people's front doors within ear shot...) in just her shirt - nothing on her bottom half. To top it off, she is holding the panties in her hand and shouting, "Mommy! These panties have some poopy in them!" I didn't respond, mostly because I didn't know what to say to my naked child screaming about poopy, so she repeated herself, louder this time.

It could be a long month.