This morning Ike was looking over the newsletter his teacher sent home for the parents. On the back of the newsletter is an example of a ticket you can get during class for talking, tattling, touching, speeding, arguing, or anything that may qualify as a "class infraction."
"Look, Kailey!" Isaac exclaims. "It's a class inFECTion!"
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
A Mutt Sounds Good
Yesterday I thought it would be great fun to take Ike and Kate to the pet shop (as we often do). I'm not much of a pet sort of person though I thoroughly enjoy other peoples' pets. The thought of training a puppy while potty training my soon to be two year old and breastfeeding and changing diapers doesn't exactly thrill me. I do, however, adore the look on Ike's face every time he sees a pug puppy. For some reason, he wants a pug puppy -- nothing else. I would have considered it . . . eventually, but out of curiosity I asked how much the puppy would be. TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS. I was shocked (but those "Financing Available" signs all over the pet shop certainly did make more sense). I still don't know anyone who would get financing for a dog . . .
I don't know about you, but $1200 for something that's going to pee on my carpet, shed, bark, chew, and basically destroy everything in sight just doesn't make sense (poor financial decision in my opinion). My doctor bill coming in the mail soon will resemble those numbers and I'll get to take home a BABY. Hmm. This baby will do much of the same, but at some point this baby will clean it's own messes and talk to me. If I'm to pay $1200 for a dog, that dog better be able to talk. I'm just sayin' is all . . .
I don't know about you, but $1200 for something that's going to pee on my carpet, shed, bark, chew, and basically destroy everything in sight just doesn't make sense (poor financial decision in my opinion). My doctor bill coming in the mail soon will resemble those numbers and I'll get to take home a BABY. Hmm. This baby will do much of the same, but at some point this baby will clean it's own messes and talk to me. If I'm to pay $1200 for a dog, that dog better be able to talk. I'm just sayin' is all . . .
Friday, January 8, 2010
Happy Laundry Day
I'm not sure how I'll keep up with the extra laundry and extra load of diapers when Baby comes next month. However, I do know that it has been done before by many mothers and fathers. And besides, if laundry has to be done, it may as well include cute little diapers, spit rags, and miniature clothes:)And just for the record, I have a stash of paper diapers for "those days" that sneak up on you unexpectedly.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Baby Three
I must give off some sort of negative vibe with this pregnancy (I have to admit, pregnancy doesn't make me feel my best). Since the get-go I've been asked time and time again if I'm excited about this new baby or if I'm okay with it. Maybe people are prone to feel sorry for you if you've passed the limit (that limit being just two kids). But I assure you, some blessings don't come planned, but are still very much desired.
Through the past few years I've come to realize that motherhood is a beautiful display of love (though never a perfect love) -- and a lot of that love with newborns is the long-suffering kind. I've got to admit that waking up a few times in the night, changing smelly little bums, getting drenched in a fountain of urine, smelling like sour milk yourself, and barely feeling half alive isn't the glamorous part of motherhood (is there a glamorous part?), but it's a part we mothers do joyfully because we are most definitely, hopelessly in love. Somehow that little bundle that cries and spews sour milk at us is perfect in our eyes.
With a month lingering on the tail end of this pregnancy, I'm ready to meet the little face of the one I'm already consumed with love for. I'm ready to snuggle him in my neck and remember what comfort and peace a baby can bring to our lives. (Yes, despite all the chaos, babies do bring with them a fair amount of peace and tranquility as well.) I'm ready to show him to his awaiting brother and sister and see how they take to their new sibling. I'm ready to see how small he looks in his Daddy's arms . . . And I do adore the way that man turns into a gentle giant as he talks all soft and in high-pitched tones, getting to know his newest love.
I can't say it any clearer. We are looking forward to our baby's arrival with great anticipation and great humility. What a gift to be given a child . . . and how blessed we are to have been given three.
Through the past few years I've come to realize that motherhood is a beautiful display of love (though never a perfect love) -- and a lot of that love with newborns is the long-suffering kind. I've got to admit that waking up a few times in the night, changing smelly little bums, getting drenched in a fountain of urine, smelling like sour milk yourself, and barely feeling half alive isn't the glamorous part of motherhood (is there a glamorous part?), but it's a part we mothers do joyfully because we are most definitely, hopelessly in love. Somehow that little bundle that cries and spews sour milk at us is perfect in our eyes.
With a month lingering on the tail end of this pregnancy, I'm ready to meet the little face of the one I'm already consumed with love for. I'm ready to snuggle him in my neck and remember what comfort and peace a baby can bring to our lives. (Yes, despite all the chaos, babies do bring with them a fair amount of peace and tranquility as well.) I'm ready to show him to his awaiting brother and sister and see how they take to their new sibling. I'm ready to see how small he looks in his Daddy's arms . . . And I do adore the way that man turns into a gentle giant as he talks all soft and in high-pitched tones, getting to know his newest love.
I can't say it any clearer. We are looking forward to our baby's arrival with great anticipation and great humility. What a gift to be given a child . . . and how blessed we are to have been given three.
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