Friday, May 30, 2014

Someone please take the fish away from this household

Many times I have will miss these days.  Don't wish them away.

Today I regret to tell you that you are wrong.  I will not miss today.  That does not mean that I don't love my children.  That does not mean I won't miss their cute chubby bodies, messy fingers, kisses, hugs, I love yous, innocence and fun.

It means I will not miss today.

One mess after another after another was how this morning started (not different than any other morning in the Douglas household).  I continued to push through and get the requirements checked off the list of my responsibilities.

 Morning diaper change times two, check
Breakfast, check
Older two kids showered, check
Older two kids dressed, check
Baby dressed, check

Okay, tired of saying check, you get the picture....

Load all 4 kids into car
Pick up cousins for school carpool
Drop off oldest and cousins at school
Come home and do some dishes
Pick up some toys
Put baby down for first nap
Had kids watch a 30 minute show - momma needed a break

Forgot to tell you my day started before 9:30pm, 12:30am, 1:30am, 5am and 7:30am. (all approximate times).  These are the times that I tried to help Claire back to sleep or fed her back to sleep.  The last 3 nights have been this bad with momma is already tired before day began.

11am....1st nap is over, made lunch for kids and myself
Cleaned up lunch
Held baby while scheduling things on calendar and dr. appts. on phone

I got off the phone and thought, that's it, these boys have got to clean this up, this is the last straw (They had put dirt and mud on the front porch).  So....I went to get a broom for them to clean it up (still holding Claire).

I knocked the broom somehow into the fishbowl while getting it out of the closet and turning towards the front door.  Broken glass, fish, rocks and poopy fish water was all over my kitchen.

The next hour was spent cleaning up the disgusting mess.  All over dishes, drawers, floor, etc.  The fish somehow survived. The boys thought they needed rocks and food, so they washed rocks from outside and put them in the bowl with the fish with food.

I put Claire in a pack n play in the family room so she wouldn't get hurt and I could clean, I put Luke in there with her.  She screamed the entire time I cleaned, even though Ethan and his friend put about 100 toys in their for her.

 I used every towel in my then I would put them in the laundry machine after they were soaked and I had them soaking in water/detergent.  Towards the end of this debacle I saw Ethan's lunchbox (fabric) was wet from the spill.  I told him to put it in the washing machine and to make sure nothing was in it.

I continued cleaning and Claire continued screaming b/c I wasn't holding her.  10 minutes later Ethan came back and was soaking wet.  I screamed, what did you do?

Well, he had "made sure the washing machine had nothing in it" even though I meant, make sure the LUNCH BOX has nothing in it.  So he had pulled all the sopping wet towels out of the washing machine and onto the carpet in the hallway which was now soaked.

That's it, I lost it and started crying (Claire was crying harder though).  Cleaned up that mess, so now I have the washing machine going, several loads to do in the dishwasher.  Picked up Claire finally and started to get her bottle, blanket and pacifier, which I dropped the blanket, leaned down and knocked her head into the wall.

This will not be a memory that I will miss.

All is well, both babies are napping now, I sent Ethan to his friend's house and Breanna is at school....until they get up and it starts all over again.

I shouldn't have made them clean up that mess on the porch right? Looking at the pic now (which I made them clean after the whole event) looks tiny and insignificant compared to the mammoth clean up session that just had to happen after this.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Date with Dad

Rob took the kids to the Lego Movie awhile back. They got to choose a donut from the store first, which of course made it even more special.  He's the fun parent :)

7th Birthday

This is long overdue.  Here are pics of Breanna's 7th Birthday party.  She was thrilled to have a Frozen party.  The birthday party fell on the Friday before the Superbowl so some of the kids were in their Bronco gear b/c of Bronco's day at school (including Breanna).  Rob allowed her to invite her entire class from school.  Thankfully only 13 showed up.  It was a LOUD and fun party.  She was SOOOOO happy.  That made me happy. She smiled almost the entire time, which was awesome.  

 This last pic is 3 weeks later when her Daddy brought her home Elsa and woke her up to show it to her :) And, yes, we still had her party decorations still hanging 3 weeks later, I'm that awesome.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

6 months!

Okay, she's actually 6 month in 4 days, but let's get real.  I'm sure I won't remember to blog about it forever.
This girl:

-Loves to drink her bottle.
-Recently sits at the high chair and gums pretzels, carrots, animal crackers....I tried rice cereal a few days ago and it just gets pushed right out of her mouth with her tongue.
-LOVES to be held
-Hates to be left alone. ever.
-Has 3 adoring siblings who poke, prod, hold and love on her constantly
-Takes 2 naps a day (on average). 1 to 1 and 1/2 hours in the morning and about 3 hours in the afternoon.
-Wakes up on average one time per night around 3am.
-Rolls both ways
-Her baby hair is super dark at the ends, hair growing in is light, makes her look like she's balding or losing her hair, but she actually isn't.

I see a hint of red in her hair....what do you think?

Elsa....I mean Breanna

This girl does NOT ever want her hair done.  Thank you Frozen for helping my daughter to actually let me put a braid in her hair for once.

She likes it b/c it's an "Elsa" braid.

This pic is for the record book :)

Chef Ethan

Ethan wants to make food everyday.  His favorite thing to make is toast for ANYONE.  He also enjoys making sandwiches with all types of concoctions.  The other day he made a sandwich with bread, sprinkles and strawberries.  The day before that he made bread, chicken, cilantro and strawberries for his sandwich.

The kids used their own money to each buy a doughnut last night.  Today he told me he knew how to make donuts.

So, he got a piece of bread and laid it out on the table.  Then he pushed a lego piece into the center of the bread, which cut out a tiny lego size piece.  Then he put a sprinkle on it.

After this he proceeded to make us each one.  We were allowed to choose 1, 2, 3 or 4 sprinkles.  I chose 3 and Breanna chose 4.

After all this excitement he spilled sprinkles on the floor "on accident" and the kids ate as many as they could before I made them vacuum them up.

This was all before church at 9am :).

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

This article hit home to me.

To wives: Before you were Mommy
By Becky Thompson

Ladies, there will come a day when your husband walks in the door and you do not turn around. You will be preoccupied with filling up sippy cups and wiping booties. You will shout over the running bath water, “Hey! Glad you’re home.” But it won’t mean what it used to mean. It won’t be full of eager anticipation to spend time together. It will be full of expectations to aid in the demands of the family. “Glad you’re home,” will more properly translate, “Thank goodness for two extra hands to help me.” And “Praise the Lord I might get five minutes alone.”
Ladies, there will come a day when you spend every last ounce of yourselves on your children. The demands of life and the babies will come before any other priority. What little of yourself you have left at the end of the day will be used to crawl into bed before someone is awake to need you again. The thought of doing anything else after the children are asleep will sound impossible and your handsome husband’s happy smile had better mean he is willing to get up with the baby and nothing more.
The husband that once completed your heart will be just one more person who needs you. The charming things that you fell for will go unnoticed. The daily grind will become expected.
Men, there will come a time when that beautiful bride sitting next to you hasn’t showered in days. She will be at her wit’s end wearing other people’s food and poop on her clothing. She will need to hear that she is beautiful, but she won’t listen to you. She will need to know that she is still lovable, but she won’t want you near her. When you arrive home after meeting the demands of work, you will be expected to meet the demands of your family. Your wife will hear none of your exhaustion, and you will see none of hers.
Men, you will call home to ask a quick question and anticipate a two-minute conversation. Half of it will be spent listening to your wife talk to your kids. As a matter of fact, you will make it no more than a few sentences in to any conversation ever before your wife spurts out direction to your children.“Don’t climb that!” or “Don’t sit on your sister!” You will become accustomed to these outbursts, but you will forget that there was ever a time when you had her full attention.
But Ladies, when Mommy becomes your name, remember this man. Remember that you are his wife. Remember how much you love and appreciate him in this moment. Remember his dedication to your family. Remember his love and devotion to you. And then, when the days are long and you need a break, fall into his arms.
Men, remember your bride. The care and love that she has given you will soon be spilled over to your children. Her love for you will not change. Give her the grace to be enough even when she doesn’t feel like it. Remember when your days are long, hers are too. Remember her. Fall in love with her again.
Remember each other. Remember the two that made the family. Let the Lord lead you both together. Because when the days are endless and the hours short, it will only be his love who keeps you together. It will only be his mercy that gently guides your hearts as one. Hold tightly to one another, and even more tightly to the Lord. There is no greater adventure for you to experience and no greater gift than to walk through parenthood with your best friend. You are a team. Every single day.
When they had heard these words, perhaps then, I would offer a certificate. Something that they could hold in their hands to remember that they were prepared.
So, to my friends, a reminder. Something for you to hold onto. A cue to look into the aged eyes of the one you love and see the one for whom your heart fell. May our words be sweet. May our hearts be received. And may we remember the love of our youth.