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....?"