I swear, this kid is going to give me gray hairs!

Sebastian, that is. I suspected it when he was 2 and used to climb to the top of our upright piano and yell "Mama! Look at me!!" then jump off of it. Though he did seem to calm down a bit between 4 and 6. I guess his daredevil switch was off. But it seems to be back on now. In the last 7 months or so he has been to the emergency room twice. Once for a his hand, sprained his thumb, and once for stitches when he slipped on the ice and his face broke his fall. He's also single handedly keeping Band-Aids in business. Awful nice of him in this tough economy, isn't it? It had been a while since the last major boo-boo, so I guess we were due.
Last night Bastian comes downstairs kind of crying a bit saying "I can't get this off my finger!" He had a little tiny washer stuck on his pinkie. It was down near the first knuckle, and the tip of his finger was starting to swell. Dennis runs it under cold water...it's not coming off. He puts ice on the fingertip...it's still not coming off. (by this time Bastian is crying a bit more and I'm thinking "Looks like one of us his going to be running him to the ER again") Dennis rubs butter on the finger....nope, still not moving. Then Dennis tries putting the finger in cold water with the butter all over it...and it comes off! Whew! Hopefully Bastian learned a lesson.

Here's a goofy picture of the kids...what's with Gideon & Bastian throwing up gang signs? "Upstate New York in the Hizz-ZOUSE!!" And, obviously, Spencer is driving the crazy bus...
Baby James turned 2 months old on the 16th. Here is her 2 month picture with her bunny. She was not happy, as you can see. And yes, I do have my baby girl wearing a cloth diaper cover with hot pink skulls on it. My girl is fierce :)

This is just the sweetest picture! Spencer is so in love with Jamie. He always wants to hold her and he loves to make her smile. He's not too crazy about her spitting up on him...but he'll put up with it. If that isn't love I don't know what is.

Baby Jamie with Baby Brennan. How can you stand so much cuteness?? I tell you, it was tough. You just want to squish them don't you? "I shall call them Squishy, and they shall be mine. And they shall be my Squishy"

Lastly, I call this one: The Circle of my Life. Right there, in one silly goofy perfect picture, is the reason I was put on this Earth.

I know...I know!!!

I've totally slacked (again!) on my blogging responsibilities. I've had some health issues, nothing major, but enough to distract me lately. And I've discovered facebook. But mostly health issues. Ok, 65% health issues and 45% facebook.

And, yes...I know that adds up to more then 100%...but you are so nice I threw in another 10% free of charge.
(I think Dennis's sales-guy persona is rubbing off on me)

Motivational advice from McDonalads....

So, I was just sitting here, holding Jamie and enjoying a McDonalds cherry pie while Moira and Lincoln are napping and before the boys get home from school. I look down at the pie box and it says : Caution handle with care I'M HOT. And I think to myself "Not yet...but I will be hot!" Then I think to myself "Maybe McDonalds cherry pie isn't the best place to get motivation" I mean, sure I want to look hot, and feel hot...but not in a cherry pie kinda way. And not even in a "we have to say this because our lawyers said we do because people are stupid and dont know that food is hot so they scarf us down and then burn themselves and then sue us" kinda way. I have no idea what that means...but I think I have underlying issues with stupid lawsuits. Anyway, at some point I want to be hot. But, that would mean I can't have the occasional McDonalds cherry pie. So I think I'll stay "fluffy". Fluffy is good.

I SEEEEEEEEEE you!!!

Here is Gideon....he is such a goof :)

This is Jamie's 1 month picture. How in the world is she one month old already? I'm going to take her picture every month along side her bunny so we can see how she has grown in her first year.

I love when babies sleep like this. "I surrender! I'll go to sleep now! I surrender!"

We finally got to meet Brennan!! How cute is he?? So cute you just want to squish him if you ask me. I just had to take some pictures of the babies together. Brennan is one week old, James is one month and one day old. Lindsay had said that Brennan was 8 pounds 12 oz at his last checkup....Jamie was 7 pounds 14oz.

POW! Right in the kisser!!!

Woohoo! I know it is not very clear...but I was finally able to get a picture of James smiling!! She has been smiling for a few days now. And, before you say she is too young and it's just gas, she will catch my eye before she smiles, so I know it's the real thing. When she gives a big smile she has a dimple on her left cheek. So cute!


I know this week is very baby-centric. More pictures of the rest of the monkeys next week I promise!! Sorry I don't have anything much to say....I woke up at quarter to 6 this morning. Have I ever told you I'm not a morning person? Yeah, well, I'm not. *grump*

Our new Family Motto...

Jamie is just about the same size as the build-a-bear bunny that the kids made for her after she was born! The neat thing about the bunny, is while I was pregnant I got one of the message recorder thingies (yes, I do believe that is the technical name for it. Or possibly it is a sound thing-a-ma-jig?) I brought the recorder with me to one of my OB appointments, and when they checked Peeps heartbeat using the doppler I recorded it. So, when you squeeze the Bunny's paw you can hear 10 seconds of Jamie's heartbeat. Yes, I'm a genius to have thought of that. And I give you permission to steal the idea.

I have to say I hate feet. I hate people touching my feet. I hate seeing other peoples stinky feet. The thought of a pedicure really creeps me out. BUT, I love baby feet. And I also love my kids feet. And I appreciate that they indulged me and posed for this picture for me.

That is one pissed off baby!! James had her first real bath this past week. We waited because though her cord feel off after a week, the belly button was still a bit "gunky" and I wanted to make sure it was completely dried up and healed. In case you couldn't tell, she is not a fan of the bath. At all.

Moira had her 4 year checkup this past friday. She is 33 pounds (26 percentile) and 41 inches (67 percentile). She also had to get all shots needed to start pre-K in the fall. She is actually up to date with her shots, but the next series can be given between 4 and 5, so we decided to just give them now. So the poor girl had 4 shots, two in each thigh, and she also had to get a lead test. Some sadistic person decided that 4 year olds need to actually have blood drawn for the lead test instead of just the finger prick. So, here is Moira showing off her boo-boo.

Here is how Jamie spends most of her day. I love this age. But, man, all the baby snuggles really cause me to slack on my floor cleaning responsibilities. I told Dennis I'd love to get a roomba vacuum (http://store.irobot.com/category/index.jsp?categoryId=3334619&cp=2804605&ab=CMS_IRBT_StoreHome_043009_vacuum) but I'm afraid it would turn evil on me. I'd wake up to it trying to vacuum my face while muttering "It never ends! The cleaning never ends! I can't take a break for 2 seconds around here! I have no time to recharge my batteries! I'm not a machine!!"....oh, um, maybe I'm projecting my feelings a bit here?


So, as I said in the blog title, we have a new family motto. It is:

What The...? Sometimes, it is What The Heck? Yes, I know that is weird. But all of my kids say it. Lincoln, at the ripe old age of 2, just started saying it. I blame Dennis. I mean, I know it's my fault, I'm the one that says it most, but I still blame Dennis. It makes no sense to blame him, but oh well. Deal with it.

I have decided that I would like our family motto inscribed on my headstone. It would be hilarious, and yet I'm sure it will confuse people. And, that is how I strive to live my life...to make people laugh and yet leave them asking "what the....?"

Gonna try a new idea....

I'm going to try something new. I want to try to do a "picture of the day". I'm hoping it will get me to figure out how to use some of the features on my camera, and also make sure I take more pictures of the kids. Though not every picture will be of the kids. Probably only 99.99% of them. Hey, you gotta admit they are darn cute models! My idea will be to take at least 5 new pictures a week, hopefully 7 but I can live with only 5. Then on Sunday (or Monday if I'm busy Sunday) I will put up a new post with the weekly pictures. And, since I tend to get songs stuck in my head, I'll post a youtube video of the song too. 'Cause if it is stuck in my head, then by golly I'll try my best to get it stuck in your head too!

This weeks Song Stuck In My Head is: Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrFwtlMd0H8&feature=related
(yes, I know The Who did it first...but I like the Limp Bizkit version just slightly more)

First picture: I finally got a picture of all the kids this week. I bribe them by telling them if they give me a few "nice" pictures then I will take a silly one of them. (Note: this is the silly one haha). Oddly, I always love the silly ones the best. In fact, I just ordered this one on a new coffee cup for myself.

My biggest and my littlest. Spencer just loves Jamie. He wants to hold her all the time. I just feel bad because most the time she is eating, sleeping or getting her diaper changed.

Moira is so thrilled to have a baby sister. She calls Jamie "My Baby". The other day on the way home from the doctors Jamie started fussing, so Moira sang her a lullabye. It was so sweet I was literally crying.

Dennis says Baby James looks like me. I still say she looks like Winston Churchill: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winston_Churchill

Lincoln has been doing great with the new baby. He calls her "Awwww" as in "Awwww, what a cute baby!" Yeah, he's still not much of a talker.

In other blog-worthy news...we went to the first drive in movie of the year on Friday. Because we've outgrown our van, but have not gotten a new one yet, we had to take both cars. Dennis had the three big boys in his car I had the babies in the van. The drive in is about 90 minutes away, but luckily the drive went well. Or, at least most of it did. About an hour into the drive we were in a very hilly area. And I was reminded of why Lincoln should not be in the very back bench of the van. I was reminded of that by Lincoln whining "Mama!" and when I looked at him in the mirror he had both hands over his mouth. Then he got carsick. Yes, it doesn't take much to remind me. Just a 2 year old throwing up all over himself. But, we cleaned him up and went on our merry way.

I do think we have a new first movie of the season tradition. And that would be getting rained on. Maybe we should wait until it is closer to summer before we go for the first time? Ok, lets face it, if there is a good comic book based movie , then we'll be going to see it. Even if it means we have to huddle in the van to stay out of the rain. It's worth it.

We saw the new X-Men movie, Wolverine. I enjoyed it very much. Dennis knows more of the background so there were some things that bugged him, but he did like it too. The boys liked it. And Moira and Lincoln enjoyed the candy and big blowpop suckers that they had. Jamie slept through it, so I'll have to get her review after the DVD comes out.

Well, there is my blog for the week. I hope you enjoyed it. And, I really hope you have the song stuck in your head now. It's only fair, it's been stuck in my head for 3 days now.

Introducing Jamison Sophia Love!!!!!!

Here is the birth story for anyone interested:

I was scheduled to be induced on Wednesday the 15th. I called at 6am to make sure it was ok to come in and they said they were very busy and to call back at 9. Then at 8 they called us and said they were too busy and they were canceling my induction and rescheduling me for Friday the 17th. I was crushed. Dennis and my mom suggested I call the doctor to try to be seen at the office. I was able to get a 10:30 appointment. So, Dennis and I went in. I had dilated to 3cm from the week before (when I was only barely 1cm). The doctor stripped my membrane's and told us to go walk for a while to see if that did anything. So, Dennis and I spent 2 hours walking every inch of Market Place mall. I was having braxton hicks contractions but nothing real regular or noticeable. By mid afternoon we went home, feeling defeated. At about 10 pm I thought my water may have broken, but wasn't sure. So, the next morning I called the doctors office and they had me come in to be checked. We got there at about 9:30, and found out my water had not broken. The doctor said I dilated another 1/2cm, and the baby's head was right there. He said to do more walking and if I could get some contractions going to go to the hospital. I don't really start to feel contractions until near the very end of labor, so he said to call as soon as what I consider braxton hicks contractions were 10 minutes apart.. Even if they were painless, irregular or not lasting very long. He said once they could get me hooked up to the monitors and it shows at least a couple contractions then the hospital was less likely to send me home and he could break my water. The receptionists had the great idea for us to go to Highland Park. So, that is what we did...walking the trails along the lilac bushes for about 2 hours. Up hills, up and down stairs. I was almost at the point of doing jumping jacks to shake the baby out haha. The whole time I was feeling some cramps but no contractions at all. We decided to go to wegmans and get some lunch. As we were finishing eating our lunch I started feeling braxton hicks and Dennis started timing them. They were every 6 minutes, but completely painless. I figured they were nothing and I was ready to go home and just hope they didn't cancel my induction again the next day. Dennis said lets call the doctor and get into the hospital. The worst that will happen is they will send us home. So, we went in, and I was sure the braxton hicks would not show up and I would be sent home. On the other hand Dennis was positive we were having a baby that day. They brought me right into a labor room, had me change and get me hooked up to the monitors. Then we were pretty much left alone for a while. After about 45 minutes one of the residents checked me, and I asked if I was there to stay or going to be sent home. She said I was there to stay. Woohoo! They started an IV (which took 6 tries and it ended up in the worst spot..inside my wrist!). This whole time I still feeling braxton hicks, but no pain at all. Not even uncomfortable. At 4 the resident broke my water. Then by 5 I started breathing through the contractions and I asked them to check me again. The doctor (not my regular OB but the one from the office that was on-call) said I was only 5cm but the head was very low. So, she said she was going to go across the maternity ward and go do a circ, and told the nurse to hook up pitocin since I'd needed it in the past I'd probably need it again. Pitocin was hooked up at 6, but they said it would take at least 1/2 hour to get into my system, plus they started it at the lowest setting. At about 6:30 I asked to be checked again because I was feeling pressure (but not like I wanted to push, but like I needed to have a bowel movement) the nurse checked me because my doctor had just left to go back to the office to do paperwork. She had told the nurse to call her if I was 7cm or felt like something was happening. The nurse checked and I was 8cm. She called the doctor, and 2 contractions later the doctor comes in and as she walks in I finish a contraction where I felt a slight urge to push. She checked me and I was only at a 9, she said my next contraction if I needed to then I could give a little push, and they quickly raised the bed and got gowned up. **If you are squeamish-or my dad- stop reading now!!!** So, the next contraction starts, I feel the need to push, so I do.....and start peeing. A lot! I was sooooo embarrassed! I'm always worried about pooping on the table, but never thought I'd pee! All the stupid saline drip they were giving me I guess LOL Anyway, the doctor (as Dennis said) was deflecting the pee, that she didn't realize that the baby was also coming until the head crowned! So that one contraction and the head was out, one more push and Peep was born. The weird thing is I never dilated past 9cm, and the cervix kind of dropped low but should move back into place once I'm healed up. Not bad for less then 3 hours of labor! Heck of a birth story, isn't it?

Here is the ironic thing....when we found out what my due date was (April 19th) I had been saying that I wanted to be induced on the 16th. April 16th is the anniversary of Dennis and my first date. This year is our 16th anniversary. Of course once we got closer to April I was hoping to be induced as early as I could. I guess it was meant to be that we had an anniversary baby!

Here are Jamie's stats: 8 pounds 5 oz and 22 and 1/2 inches long! She looks very small, I was shocked she is more then 6 pounds. She must have been curled up inside me, because I had no clue she was so long, either! She has a bunch of hair...and it is a lightish brown with blond highlights. Her eyes are a very dark blue, the same color as Bastians when he was a newborn, so her eyes might turn out bright blue like Bastians. She latched on right away and is nursing like a champ, so I'm very hopeful that breastfeeding will work out this time.

When we called home to tell the kids they had a new baby sister, Spencer and Gideon were happy, but poor Bastian was disappointed. He was hoping for another boy since Moira really annoys him right now. But, once he met Jamison he was completely in love with her. When Dennis told Moira that she has a baby sister she said "Oh, that makes me so happy!". Lincoln had no clue what was going on haha.

Dennis brought the kids and my mom up on friday morning to visit. Lincoln came right over to the bed and climbed up and said "Awwwww" when he saw the baby. And when he was holding her:

He started to take her hat off. She had not had her first bath yet, and when he saw her gunky hair he says "EWWWWWW!" and puts the hat back down. It was super cute.

Here are more pictures of the kids meeting Jamison:

Welcome to the world Baby James!

From the mouth of a 6 year old....

This afternoon Dennis was talking on the phone with his cousin Renee. At one point he said something about Renee buying a 'knee brace'. Bastian heard that and and turned to me and said "Who is Aneebrace? I've never met him. Is it Renee's son or something?" Between my giggles I had to tell him that it wasn't Aneebrace, but a KNEE brace, a bandage for the knee.

Renee, if you are reading this...I hope your knee feels better. And tell Anee that Bastian said 'hi' :)

(stay tuned in the next couple days for a post with pictures from last weekends Learning Fair at the boys school)

Are you against me Magic School Bus?

We were just watching an episode of the Magic School Bus that I had DVR'ed. It was all about eggs. So, Spencer and Gideon wanted to know if the eggs we buy at wegmans has baby chicks in them ("Let's talk about chicks, man!"). Of course Dennis just tells the boys no. I, being the glutton for punishment I am, tell the kids no because you need a rooster to make the hens eggs have a chick in it. And, this led to some confusion on the boys part. So, using generalized terms I had to try to explain that hens can lay eggs, but if there was a chick in the egg then the rooster had to help create that egg. Meanwhile, Dennis is hiding his face behind his book, probably thinking "If I can't see them then they can't see me, and they wont ask me any of these questions." or possibly he was thinking "What the heck is Jess teaching these kids?!" or maybe even "Mwahahahaha, I hope they ask Jess exactly how the rooster helps make the chick! Mwahahahaha!" (But I'm sure he didn't know that if the boys had asked me that then I would have said "Well, I bet daddy could explain it better then I can!") Lucky for me the boys were happy with the explanation I gave and did not ask more questions. Darn me and my philosophy of answering questions completely and honestly!

Don't just stand there...BUST A MOVE!!!!!!

Please enjoy a demonstration of Lincoln's dance skillz...
(but pay no attention to the mess, I hadn't cleaned yet this morning. And ignore me talking, Dennis called while I was videotaping)

The song is: Hope It Gives You Hell by the All-American Rejects.

http://s212.photobucket.com/albums/cc98/luvmy5monkeys/early%202009/?action=view&current=dancinbaby003.flv

Now, just try to tell me that didn't make you smile!

Just waiting for the shoe to drop....

So, a week ago Sunday I broke a mirror. I swear, it wasn't my fault. I was in the bathroom getting ready for Moira's party and I opened up the medicine cabinet (we have one of those ones that is divided into 3 doors if that makes sense) anyway, I opened the one cabinet, and it attacked me! It was like a ferocious man (mom) eating beast! It was horrible, a knock down drag out fight. But in the end I was victorious. You aren't buying that are you? Ok, real story, I opened the cabinet door and I guess it popped off the hinges or something. It crashed into the sink then toppled forward and hit the floor. It then shattered into a billion pieces. Ok, not that either, it pretty much cracked and one big chunk of mirror fell off, but it stayed pretty intact. That was very lucky because Moira was right next to me when all this happened. We both kind of looked at each other like "What the heck just happened?!" The sucky part is there is no way to just put the cabinet door back up. So, we have an open section of the medicine cabinet, which I'm not the most picky person in the world, but it's bugging the stuffing out of me every time I see it. I'd love to replace the cabinet ASAP, I'm actually wanting to just get a pretty mirror and not have the medicine cabinet part, but we are still trying to figure out about a new car so I don't want to spend upwards of $100 on replacing it. So, it just sits there on the wall, all gap-toothed and taunting me.

With the car situation, here is the solution we have come up with: it seems the main thing holding us back from new car buying glory is that we would be rolling the remainder of our current car loan into the new loan. We get approved for financing, but they want a crazy amount for a down payment. We are pretty much upside down in our current loan, and car dealerships are only offering about $3000 for it for trade. So, we are going to try to sell the van ourselves. We've never sold a car before, so it makes me nervous. But, if we do that then we will probably only have to pay $2,000 or less out of pocket to pay off the loan. Then we go to the dealership and should be able to get financing with no problem. So, later this week Dennis will take the car to be detailed and prettied up, and we will list it on craigslist. It really is a nice van. If it had 8 passenger seating we wouldn't be trying to buy a new one, but it doesn't make sense for us to have to take 2 cars whenever we go out as a family.

It's a little overwhelming to me right now, all these changes. Oh, did I mention that Dennis hates his job and is looking for a new one? I like to think of myself as a pretty easy going, go with the flow kinda gal (though Dennis insists I'm really a bit of a control freak). I'm not stressed so much as just kind of "AAARRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" with all this going on. It's a lot of change that has to work out perfectly within the time frame we have...which as of yesterday is pretty much 7 weeks exactly and counting. I do honestly feel that things will work out the way they are supposed to work out, so I try not to worry. See, would a control freak have a philosophy like that? In your face, Dennis! I'm not a control freak....much.

And that is why I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. I mean, the broken mirror means 7 years bad luck, right? And we have a lot going on right now that could go wrong. But I'll just have to think positively and assume that the 7 years bad luck is just a bunch of hoowie. Or I'll have to start studying how to break a superstition. And I'm not good at studying. I'd probably end up causing the Apocalypse...or worse, having to do more studying. Oh, the horror! The horror! ("somebody think of the children!")

I'll end this with a little 'blast from the past'. I took this picture at the beginning of August 2007, so about 18 months ago. It's still one of my favorites. Yes, the kids are blowing raspberries at the camera. Well, except for Lincoln who has a look of "This is the gene pool I come from? I'm afraid....very afraid!". You know, I do have the kids sit for posed nice pictures, and yet it's the goofy ones like this that are always my favorites.

Jerry? Is there a Jerry in the house?

Apparently, there is in my house. Who, knew? The story goes like this:

Bastian has a secret twin named Jerry that lives down the street. So, they decided to switch houses for a little while. So, this afternoon we were visited by Jerry Sixmonths (yes, that is the actual name he told me). Now, normally Bastian gets really annoyed because Moira just thinks he's the greatest boy ever so she follows him around, but this afternoon he thought it was great because she was asking "Jerry" all kinds of questions about himself. What games he likes to play....if he has any pets....what his favorite foods are....
I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure that she did think he really was some strange kid that looked exactly like Bastian.
At dinner Jerry decided to go home. I think my homemade individual sized pot pies scared him away. Too bad for poor Bastian, though, because he didn't like it either and he didn't get dessert tonight. I bet Jerry's mom makes better dinners. I bet she makes chocolate pasta with frosting gravy for dinner. I wonder if she wants to adopt me?

I thought I had at least another 30 to 40 years before I had to ask one of my kids "Who are you?".

An over-heard conversation.....

Moira: (trying to ask Gideon something, but she wasn't making any sense)
Gideon:What?
Moira: (says it again, but you still can't understand her)
Gideon: WHAT? What are you SAYING?! I can't understand you! Talk English!
Moira: But I don't KNOW English!
Gideon: English is a language.
Moira: But I don't know a language! What is a language?
Gideon: it is the words you are saying. I'm talking English.
Moira: But I don't KNOW English!
Gideon: (heavy sigh) Just tell me what you were trying to say.
Moira: I don't remember.

Me: giggle giggle giggle.


Moira's birthday was on Sunday. We had a nice party at Chuck E Cheese with Nana, Aunt Linds, Uncle Mike, Michelle, Sophie and Renee. Apparently chuck e cheese's is the busiest place on earth, because there was some issues with the seating. I won't get into it, but I'll admit as nice as the party part was, and as much fun as the kids had, I'm not sure if I will book another birthday party there.
Anyway, here is a slideshow from Moira's party: http://s212.photobucket.com/albums/cc98/luvmy5monkeys/early%202009/?action=view&current=8b34496c.pbw
and, I swear Gideon was there, he just refused to let me take his picture!

On Monday I took Moira and Bastian to the mall, because Moira had gotten a $12 gift card to build a bear (she signed up last year for their birthday club). She made a cute brown bunny, and I bought one of the sound things to put in the paw. It sings happy birthday. She named her bunny Cuddles. I also bought one of the sound things where you can record your own 10 second message. I'm going to bring it with me to my next OB appointment and record Peeps heartbeat when the doctor checks it with the doppler. Then the kids will make a stuffy for Peep. Pretty cute idea, isn't it?

While we were at the mall I asked Moira if she wanted to get her ears pierced. She said yes. In fact, Bastian said he did to..."if they have a skull earring, because that would look cool!". Unfortunately for Bastian, they did not have a skull earring (but that would have been cool, right?). And Moira picked out the earrings she wanted, a flower shape with different color rhinestones for each petal. They were pretty cute. But, when I explained to her how it might hurt for a minute when they put the earrings in she changed her mind. she said "Maybe I should wait until I'm bigger. I'm only a little big girl, and I should wait until I'm a bigger big girl." So, no earrings for now. Oh well, maybe next time. And I just need to keep my eyes out for some skull earrings for Bastian haha

I just can't stop looking at Peep!!!

I feel like that scene in A Bugs Life where the mosquito flies into the bug zapper (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vod9DL4IhBM) not that Peep is a bug zapper or anything, but is it wrong of me that I look at these pictures so much? I think it's just because I waited so long to actually be able to see a 3-d ultrasound. We had the chance to do it with Lincoln, but he didn't cooperate, so we only got a picture of his foot. Mind you, it was a beautiful...if LARGE foot, but still, that's not as cool as seeing the face.

We just got back from a checkup. (Moira, Lincoln and I) I'm measuring 1 week ahead, but that is normal for me. Peep sounds good, nice strong heartbeat. Everything is going well. Only 8 and 1/2 weeks to go!!!

This one is for my sickie girl...

Moira has been a bit sick this week. Nothing too big, it seems mostly like a head cold. Poor girl.

Yesterday morning she was telling me about the dream she had overnight:

Moira: I had a dream last night.
Me: What was it about?
Moira: I was a girl King...
Me: That is a Queen, honey.
Moira: yeah, a Queen. I was a Queen, and you were a grown up Princess.
Me: What was daddy?
Moira: He was a grown up King.
Me: Well, what were your brothers?
Moira: Oh, them.... they are just the Royal Guys that make me my dinner.

And, isn't that all we really want from life? To be a Queen and have Royal Guys make our food for us?

Hey! Who's the short kid in the tux?

"One of these things is not like the others...

One of these things just doesn't belong,

Can you tell which thing is not like the others

By the time I finish my song?"

Haha, this picture cracks me up. We went to the Niagara Falls (NY) Aquarium yesterday. First thing when you walk in are the penguins. A bunch of them were up near the window, the kids loved it. So, I posed the kids for a group picture, and the 2 penguins that were near the window walked away, but this little guy (or girl, I didn't look under the tux to check) walked right up to the window and positioned himself right in the perfect spot.

Since the page layout messes up when I add pictures, I'll do a slideshow instead:

http://s212.photobucket.com/albums/cc98/luvmy5monkeys/early%202009/?action=view&current=3f4deb84.pbw&t=1232998291

It was a very nice day trip. We wanted to stop and see the Falls, but it was about 70-bazillion degrees below zero, so we decided not to. We got donuts instead. They're pretty much the same, right?

Now, before our day trip on Sunday, we had a nice lazy day on Saturday. How lazy do you ask? Well, thanks for asking...here is how lazy. I believe this picture is in the dictionary next to the definition of "Lazy Day". The definition includes: staying in your dinosaur pajamas all day, staring mindlessly at a screen, i.e TV, computer or video game, and apparently losing bone function and morphing into some kind of slug. Granted, Moira is an adorable slug, but she does not look like she has a single bone left in her.

I know I've been behind on my blogging responsibilities. I guess I just haven't been feeling overly witty or creative. And yes, I know that has never stopped me before. I will try better. I'm starting to miss blogging.

So, what else is new around here? I have a 3-D ultrasound tomorrow so I'm hoping that Peep will be in the right position to get a look at his/her face. I'll let you know!

We also moved Lincoln into a big boy bed about a week ago. http://s212.photobucket.com/albums/cc98/luvmy5monkeys/early%202009/?action=view&current=aquarium004.jpg
Here he is after he was asleep:
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Other then that, things are pretty much normal around here. We are just trying to stay warm. Brrrrr!!!

"Whatta YOU lookin' at??"

My baby is now a BIG BOY *boo-hoo-hoo*

Here's the "before" pictures:

And the "during" pictures: And the "after" picture:

He sat wonderfully for the whole haircut. Never even moved! All the stylists couldn't believe that it was his first haircut. We actually did this the weekend before Christmas, but I didn't want to blog about it because I wanted to surprise the family.

It really was a spur of the moment decision. I had been telling Dennis that I'm just not ready to cut Lincolns pretty curls. But with it being winter and the air being so dry in the house, and having to wear a hat outdoors, his hair was getting harder and harder to keep neat looking. We were just going to have the older boys get haircuts but I just felt like it was time.

And I was very brave and did not cry once. I teared up a whole bunch of times, but I didn't cry. It did take me a few days to get used to it. I kept thinking "Who is this big boy talking to me?" haha.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and New Years! I'll post some pictures of ours in the next few days.

Happy 2009!!!!!