All Halloweened Out

This year for Halloween the boys dressed up as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I got them matching green shirts and pants, turkey roasting pans that I spray painted green, and cut up old t-shirts for their headbands. I think their outfits turned out pretty cute. The boys didn't know who the TMNT were, so we showed them some clips from Youtube, and they got quite excited. Every time I'd tie on their head wraps, they would have me sing the theme song.

Mikey was Michelangelo

Roger was Raphael

William was Leonardo

Grant was Donatello

They had plenty of opportunities to wear their costumes.

Last Friday we went to a party put on by the Early Childhood PTA, because Todd was still gone I took the boys by myself. They got to decorate pumpkins, climb on an inflatable jungle gym, eat pizza, and get balloon figures. The night went pretty well, until Mikey and Roger's balloons popped. It all went downhill from that point. The boys quit listening to me, and when it was time to leave it was cold, raining, windy, and we had parked on the other side of the school. If that doesn't put you in a bad mood, I don't know what will.

Decorating Pumpkins

Here's Mikey after his balloon popped, it was really sad

The next evening our stake put on a Halloween party for families. They had a bunch of rooms set up with different games and activities. Then we had dinner and a costume parade. Again, Todd still wasn't home so I went alone. Thank goodness for Lexi and Jenny who helped me with my boys.

Wednesday night the local high school had a party. Different teams and clubs from the high school set up games and activities in the classrooms. It was soooo nice to have Todd there with us, helping me with the boys. It was cool to see the community coming together for the event. The boys loved seeing everyone's costumes. "Look, there's Buzz (Lightyear)", or "Look a dragon". Roger went up to a girl that had fake flowers pinned all over her clothes and smelled one of the flowers. One teenage girl was wearing a normal shirt with a picture of Elmo on it. "Melmo" is what William said as he went and touched her stomach. Everyone loved seeing the boys costumes, especially the teenage boys.

The Frisbee club (yep, they have a Frisbee club) had a game in which the kids tried tossing a Frisbee into a bucket. Mikey made it in his first shot. I was impressed, but when it took Roger 3 tries to get it in, I was even more impressed. The rest of the evening Mikey dominated the beanbag tosses, making them all in on the first try. The biggest challenge was in one room they had a little mini basketball and hoop. I really didn't think Mikey would do well, seeing that I don't think he's ever shot a basketball, but would you know it, he made it on his first try! It really was a huge confidence boost for him.

Roger shooting a basket

For Joyschool on Thursday we had a Halloween party. We invited a lot of other kids to join us, along with their mothers. I hosted it at my house, and was mostly devastated when Jenny, who set it all up, called me that morning to tell me she was sick. She got the sickness from us, so I couldn't be too upset at her. But, it seemed to go smoothly. We did crafts, bean bag tosses, lunch, and bobbing for apples. Another plus was that after days of miserable weather, it was really nice, so the kiddos played outside for a bit while we adults talked and ate Stephanie's meatballs.

These are some cute spider hats we made Apple Bobbing - a must when having little kids, it's hilarious - and yes that is Roger still in his PJ's

Tonight we went trick-or-treating around our neighborhood.

Things are much easier with Dad around

Thinking it wouldn't take long, we were very surprised when it took us two full hours. We did talk to our neighbors, but the real holdup was our boys. They walked so slowly, were very mesmerized by the lighted pumpkins and other decorations, and were side tracked with wanting to eat the candy in their bags. One of the houses had a "puking pumpkin", where they carved the pumpkin to have the seeds coming out making it look like puke. Mikey talked about that pumpkin all the way home. He kept on mentioning the time he got sick in my bed and puked. I told him that the pumpkin puked because he ate too much candy, not sure he bought that one.

Distracted by decorations

Even though we were all tired by the time we got back, and Mikey has a soccer game in the morning, we decided to lay down a blanket and let the kids watch a movie while they had free reign of eating all the candy they wanted. (Tomorrow the candy will be put up and they will only be allowed to eat one piece after meals until they forget about the candy and then it is officially mine and Todd's to eat).

So, while watching Monsters, Inc, they stuffed their faces, got their grubby little hands sticky and cuddled with Todd and I. Altogether a very successful Halloween, and now I have 3 green turkey roasters for Thanksgiving!

Bad Sorry

Roger is a very emotionally honest person. By just looking at him walk you can see what kind of a mood he is in. When he is getting his consequences for misbehaving he has a VERY difficult time saying "sorry". He'll make the "s" sound, or try to talk in a whisper tone as to "trick" you into thinking he has said it.

Recently he's found, in my opinion, the best way to appease me and still remain honest.

After hitting Mikey he is asked to apologize.

"Bad sorry" Roger says. I don't understand why he has said "bad", but I accept it.

At this point Mikey starts screaming and freaking out.

"Mikey, what's wrong?" I ask.

"Roger say Bad sorry to me, he not say Good sorry."

Ohhhh...what a tricky (and smart) little boy. "Roger, you say Good Sorry"

Playing Favorites?

We put the boys to bed around 8 every night. They will usually try to push the limit for the first little bit by trying to find reasons to leave their rooms, or just blatantly leave their rooms hoping we won't put them back in bed.

For the last couple of months, William has gotten a little sly. He will wait until his brothers are asleep, then he will come downstairs to join Todd and I. I really can't figure out if he understands that if he came down while the other boys were still awake it would cause a problem or if he just gets bored when they're asleep so he comes to find more awake people. He enters where we are looking so cute, being sure to lower his head, look up at us, put his finger to his mouth, and plead to us with his expression to not send him away. Normally, I can be a pretty tough mom. I give my kids a lot of love and affection, but I try to maintain the boundaries. I am a sucker for this kid (or maybe you just loosen up with time/kids). He has got me wrapped around his finger, so of course I don't send him away.


He is the best at manipulating me with the facial expressions he makes

So, he'll come eat a snack with us, watch a movie, or just hang out with us. I really don't mind because he is the only one (besides Grant) who takes a daily nap, and it does give us an opportunity to have alone time with him.


We're just worried that this will continue until he is older, and that's not what we are nervous about. We just don't know how his brothers will take it if, or when, they learn that their brother has been going downstairs after bedtime all these years. William really would have a case saying that he was the favorite.

What's in a name

Mikey is very interested in names lately. He has to name everything. He names (or rather has LeNae or I name) his little animal toys, his fork, objects, pretty much anything. He even names body parts - but with that he just gives them the name of the person who it belongs to, Mikey's hand's name is "Mikey".

He'll ask us what our names are. A typical conversation goes as follows:

"Nae, what's your name?"

"LeNae"

"and..."

"Janette"

"and..."

The "and" gets very frustrating and keeps on continuing, so we have just started making up more names for ourselves, like Samantha or Betty.

With all this talk about names, Mikey has decided to change his own name. I'm not sure of what is wrong with "Mikey", but he's moved on. I don't know if it was caused because he missed his daddy, or if he figured that his dad had been gone so long that it was time for Mikey to replace him, but he has renamed himself "Todd". He told me the other day, "They call me Mikey, but I call me Todd."

And just today at swimming lessons I heard Mikey tell his teacher, "My name's not Mikey. My name is Todd".

Maybe I'll just call him Starboy.

I AM CRAZY!!!!

Why would I attempt to go to a Halloween party, held at a school using several rooms, with my four children and no husband? I need to be slapped back into reality, oh wait, I just have been.

The other day my mom and LeNae were trying to convince me that I should keep my hair short, even suggesting that I cut it even shorter. I started to actually believe them until the next day I got an email from Liz. She said that this picture reminded her of me:

Then I remembered why I don't like my hair. You're pretty funny Liz, but it reminds me of your haircut you had during your senior year of high school!

Another Bad Day

My plans for this evening were to straighten up the house (clean is something it never becomes, so I now just settle for "straightened up"), put the kids to bed, and spend my time in bed reading a book. As I was cleaning up dinner I heard a very disturbing sound coming from the toyroom. That's right, Mikey was puking.


I rushed in there to help and comfort him. He had puked a lot, and it was still coming out. He had been playing with both Roger and William, so they became victims of some sprayage.


I rushed him to the bathroom where he decided puking on the floor was a better idea than puking in the toilet. After he was done, my little guy was VERY concerned about getting all this stuff off of himself. I carried him up to one bathtub and the other two boys to the other bathtub.


After his bath, I put Mikey to bed in my bed. I know I'm asking for him to puke in my bed, he has already puked in it once tonight (thank goodness for sheet protectors), but I know it's giving him a lot of comfort to be there with me, plus Todd's gone so I am missing a bed partner.


Cleaning up the mess in the toyroom and bathroom was terrible. The problem with this particular illness is that you don't have a lot of signs of it coming on (hence puking in Walmart) so Mikey wasn't contained in his bed or something like that. I guess I should have been more aware when Mikey didn't eat his dinner.


-I am now finishing this post the next day. As I was typing this post, Mikey started puking again. So, again I had the pleasure of cleaning up something that was disgusting. I then fed Grant, who had been sick earlier in the day. As he was finishing eating, he suddenly blew out all that I had fed him, plus more. I was drenched and couldn't believe that his little body held so much fluid. At this point Mikey had fallen asleep, so I just stuck a towel over the soiled spot, changed my shirt and went to sleep.

Though I was exhausted, sleep did not come to me easily. I was feeling nauseous, believing it to be from cleaning up all the puke. Suddenly I found myself running to the bathroom to puke.

I hate puking so much! I spent a lot of those first couple of hours running to the bathroom. When I was lying down, I was feeling sick and trying not to move so that my stomach wouldn't hurt so much. It reminds me of how it feels to be prego. For all of those in the 1st trimester - my heart goes out to you.

Throughout the night I had to deal with my other boys. Mikey woke up several times, Roger came and climbed into bed with us, Grant woke up for his nighttime feeding, then William climbed into my bed. Being awake wasn't fun, but I didn't have any options. I really do not know how single mothers do it.
I felt much better this morning, but still sick and achy. All I can say is:

I LOVE THIS WOMAN

After she got back from school she fed the boys lunch and dinner, played with them all day, and cleaned up so I could get some rest. Thank you LeNae.

Sometimes it's nice

Last Tuesday my mom flew in with my boys. When I went to the airport to pick them up, my mom had to hold Roger back so I didn't run him over. I got out of the car and was knocked over by Mikey and Roger's hugs. Roger kept saying, "You so pretty" and "You my best friend". Sometimes it's nice to know that you've been missed.
It also brought a smile to my face when my mom told me that if she were me, she wouldn't go anywhere. I reminded her that she had one child per adult (I count Lana as an adult since she's more helpful than most adults), and she had my two easiest travelers. Sometimes it's nice to know that what you can do seems like an impossible task by others.
Having my mom here was wonderful. She is always a huge help. She would try (I say try because to be successful is quite difficult) to allow me to sleep in by getting up with the boys. She cooked for us, she cleaned up afterwards. She made my boys beds every morning. She did my laundry, mopped my floor, and anything else she could get her hands on. She was amazed at how much work I have to do to keep my home and family in good shape. It was nice to take a back seat to it all. Thanks mom. Sometimes it's nice to take a break from some of your chores.
While here we went shopping, ate at the restaurant LeNae works at, I went on a date with Todd who came up for an interview, went to Amish country, went to Mikey's soccer game, did crafts, and just enjoyed the company. Sometimes it's nice to just sit and talk.
Lana did get sick, and even thought we tried to quarantine her, Roger and William got sick. Grant has been sick today from it too, dang it. But because of the sick kids, I went to church with only Mikey. I couldn't believe how much of the talks and meeting that I got to actually listen to. But even with the illnesses, it was worth having my mom and Lana come. I have a friend who her family is in Las Vegas. She asked me how I get my family to visit me. I told her it was because they love me, to which she replied, "I don't think my family loves me because they never visit". Though we both know that's not the truth, sometimes it is nice to feel loved and supported by my family.

Bad Day

Mikey will often say to me, "I'm having a bad day" --come on, he's only four years-old, how BAD can it really be?
Now Roger has followed him in this. If he's happy, he'll say "I'm having a good day", if he's sad he'll say "I'm having a bad day". I need to teach him to not write off the entire day because of what he's feeling at the moment.
If Roger is crying, Mikey will say to me, "He's having a bad day" or "He needs to go to bed".
Mikey has even added to his sentence by saying, "I'm having a bad rough day"
But my personal favorite is when Mikey says, "I'm having a good rough day"

Last night we went to Walmart. While there, Roger told me his tummy hurt. He looked a little pale, so we started heading to check out. While standing in line, he looked at me and my mom and started vomiting. My mom pulled the bottom of his shirt to have the majority of the stuff be held in by his shirt. After he was done we carefully pulled his shirt off.
I started carrying him to the bathroom to clean him up. Just as we got away from the checkout lines, Roger covered his mouth, I put my hand over his mouth as I realized in horror that he was going to puke again.
This time the vomit squirted everywhere, in my hair, my eyes, all over my clothes, but not too much on Roger. I just kept on walking, with one eye closed because of the vomit that was dripping all around it. (I know you didn't want to hear that, but hey, if you've read this far you've obviously been in a similar situation).
I took off the rest of his clothes and got him all cleaned up. We waited in the bathroom until my mom could purchase some clothes for him. Luckily there was a bench in the bathroom.
I held him on my lap as we waited, scratching his back and promising him a bath in my bathtub. He looked at me, and pointing to the chunks he had blown on my shirt, he said, "Momma....I sorry...got..your shirt...."
I told him it was okay as I scratched his back. He then said,
"Mom...I'm having a bad day"

My Boyfriends Back

No I'm not talking about Todd, I'm talking about Mikey & Roger.
I'm not quite sure my boys are going to be ready to come back to me - they love being with Grandma - especially Mikey. Grandma has a special place in Mikey's heart. Mikey has never had a problem warming up to Grandma, even when you couldn't get him to make eye contact with anyone else. He'll always talk about her, saying stuff like, "Let's go get Grandma", or "Where's Grandma....in Utah". Grandma has a little playhouse outside her house which Mikey has dubbed, "Mikey's little house". So, "Momma's house" is in Ohio, "Grandma's Orange house" is in Utah (she also has "Grandma's Party house", "Grandma's Water house", "Reagan's house" (which that last one is actually my dad's house -weird)) and "Mikey's little house" is in Utah. Maybe he'll go to college in Utah and live in his little house.

I went with LeNae to Utah to take the boys to my mom, and to spend Conference weekend with Grandma Love (my mom's mom). The boys did pretty well with the flying - thanks to LeNae. Mikey was good about carrying his backpack around and not loosing his hat. He did put a small plastic snake inside his cap and when we sat down on the plane, realizing it was missing he started crying, "My friend! I lost my friend!" Very sad. Luckily LeNae realized that it had fallen out just outside the airplane door, so after shuffling through the crowd, she rescued Mikey's "friend".
The man who sat in front of William was super nice. William would stick his little hand between the seats and the man would share his chex-mix with him. The man eventually gave William the entire bag - so nice! But now William is going to have a problem of sticking his hand into the seats in front of him looking for treats.


It was so great to see Grandma Love. I explained to the boys that she was Grandma's mommy, and that's what they called her. "Ya, I like Grandma Mommy's house " is what Roger said. She was great with them, and even when they went into her celestial room I had more of a fit than she did. Luckily when we left all that was broken was one cup from the kitchen.

I also got to see some of my aunts and uncles, which is always fun. My mom's brothers are pretty good people, but they definitely married up. I've got some of the most pleasant aunts who didn't freak out when I entered their home with four small children (I freak out bringing them into my own home, but I'm obligated to let them in, I'm their mother).
Monday, October 6, we drove down to my mom's house. But we made a stop at Build-a-Bear. Roger & Mikey both got the same dinosaur, William got an elephant, and Grant got a bear (that Lana picked out and made). At first my boys didn't quite get the idea - it was a good thing we were the only customers in the store. Roger took the display dinosaur and would not let go of him. I tried to hand him one of the ones that you stuff, but he didn't want a "broken one". After stuffing his, we had to do a little switch-a-roo.

I stayed with my mom until Thursday. Because of some trouble, I was able to switch my flight to have me fly into Columbus so I could see Todd. He got off work at 7 AM Friday morning and didn't have to be back until 6 AM Saturday morning, so I got almost 24 hours with him!! LeNae was nice enough to drive down on Saturday to pick me up (I guess she is good for something).

Bampa's Silly Car with No Doors

I'm sure the boys have had a wonderful time. They were able to swim in my mom's pool (which they are doing awesome in swimming by themselves - even jumping in on their own and swimming the length of the pool - kinda nerve-racking for me). They love riding in "Bampa's Silly Car with No Doors", and in his boat on the pond where Mikey is Captain Mikey and they sing, "We are the Pirates who don't do Anything" (gotta love Veggie Tales). I'm sure it's going to be a little disappointing to come back to our boring home, hopefully the thought of seeing me will brighten them up. But let's face it, it's the thought of seeing Joey that will make them happy.

And just so you know that Grant was with us also, here's a photo of him.

I love this kid!!

My Best Friend

Mikey and Roger have been with my mom since Thursday and will be returning home to me tomorrow!!! I am excited to see them, but it has been really nice to give William some extra attention.

I talked to Roger on the phone today. Of course he was telling me I was so pretty (maybe if he had seen that I didn't do my hair today he wouldn't have thought that) and that I was his best friend. My mom told me that he has been telling her and my dad that they are his best friends. I guess best can apply to more than one (advertising companies sure agree).

Later this evening I was talking to my dad on the phone and he inquired if I had talked to Roger. When I said that I had I asked how he knew.

"Well, last time I saw him he was telling me I was his best friend. Today I asked him if I was his best friend and he said, 'No, Mommy my best fiend'"

I love and miss you Roger!!! and you are my best friend!

OBAMA - LEAVE ME ALONE

Did you know that Ohio has voted for every president thus far. Living in a swing state can have it's perks and downfalls.

My vote does have a hefty say in the Presidential election, but it also means that the candidates are fighting for my vote.

If I was undecided at this point, I would definitely not choose Obama.

I have received many inconvenient phone calls, at really bad times, from people working in the Obama campaign telling me about Obama and encouraging me to vote for him. I have even received a phone call with a recorded message from his wife. I am signed up for the "Do Not Call" registry, but apparently Obama is above that.

Then just this afternoon I had a knock (and doorbell ring) at the door. I answer it to find this woman with a clipboard in hand.

"I'm from the Obama campaign, can I talk to Loni or Todd"
"I'm Loni"
"Who have you chosen to vote for in this November election?"
"McCain"
She writes something on her paper, "and do you know about Todd?"
"McCain"


I think by the look on my face she was able to discern that I wasn't willing to talk about it nor wanted to change my vote. If she had asked, I would have told her directly that I do not like Obama's healthcare plan and feel like that and his other ideas are way too socialist for me. I do not live in Russia and I do not care to live like they did.


I came back inside to find that her doorbell ring had awoken my two babies - ya, that really will help get my vote.

The more I thought about it, the more upset I was. Who was this random woman, and how did she get mine and Todd's information? I feel that my privacy has been violated. She had no right nor need for that - but then I guess if we become a socialist nation, privacy is a luxury we will not have. The government will be in charge of everything. I'll be lucky if I can see my kids 3 times a week.

I do understand Obama's campaign feels that it is effective to go door to door, or to call random strangers on the phone and urge them to vote for him. But I feel that it is actually quite ineffective. I now feel worse about Obama. If he wanted these people to be effective, have them stand by the road with a sign. Or better yet, have them call and visit the people they personally know. I wouldn't be offended with a phone call from a friend, telling me who he/she was voting for and giving me reasons why I should do the same. Even if the phone call came at a bad time, I would be willing to discuss this with her. Then, if she could convince me to vote for Obama, to encourage me to contact all my friends and encourage them to vote for him (this is all hypothetical - I am not impressed with Obama's stand on issues and do feel that his part in ACORN did help bring about the need of the bailout - goodbye to all of our own money).
I send this out to the black void of internet -

OBAMA - PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!

Note - I have been asked questions about this picture. I just found it on the internet. I'm not sure if it's been doctored up or not, but Obama has been a huge chain smoker "until" he started the Presidential race. Supposedly it's a stress reliever for him - bad time to quit then.

Presidential Election

I've been a little discouraged with this Presidential election. I'm not very impressed with either candidate. I've heard the saying, "I love my country more than I hate McCain" I really feel like we are voting not for the best man for the job, but for the lesser of the two evils. ....Until I watched the Vice-Presidential Debate.
I LOVE Palin!!!!
She is awesome. She was so real. Her values and views are real and smart. After Bidden would answer a question I was left not understanding what his answer really was. Being in the Senate for so long, he's forgotten how to speak to the people he's serving. Plus he would say contradictory points so to not offend anyone. When Palin spoke you understood the message she was giving, you knew where she stood, and she has lived a REAL American life -one that hasn't been polluted with the ideas of politicians or Hollywood. She didn't have an agenda - she just wanted to be involved with her children's schooling, joined the PTA , did such a great job she became the PTA president. She excelled in that so well, she became a member of the city council and eventually became the mayor. Again because of her work, she became Governor. She never wanted glory, she just did her job.
So, for me I say

Sarah Palin for President

(I know she's running for VP, but is it wrong to hope that eventually her running mate has a heart attack?)

It's a Man's World

Mikey took his broken toy to my dad to fix. I was amazed at him being courteous to me seeing that I was busy nursing Grant. Then he said,

"Only Bampa can fix things...girls can't fix things"

I can't imagine where he learned this, but all I can say is Todd's in trouble.

Jesus did

Today Mikey looked up at me and said, "Who made the world?"

I have no idea where this question came up, but because he used it in his I-want-you-to-ask-me-this-question tone, so I asked him, "Who made the world?"

"Jesus did"

I was instantly fascinated with his knowledge. So I asked him:

"Who made the animals?"

"Jesus made them......Who made the big big tree?"

"Who made the big big tree?" I asked

"Jesus did"

I decided to test him a little more. "Who made William?" I asked.

"Jesus did"

"Who made you?"

"Jesus did......Mom, God made me special!"

Then tonight I was playing the piano for my own enjoyment. Mikey came over and requested some Primary songs. Roger also came over and sat by the piano. There is something great about having your little boys sitting around you singing these sweet songs.

While playing the songs, Roger said to me, "Jesus wanna save me"

Very insightful.

I am so impressed with them. I really am not quite sure where and how they've learned these important truths, but I hope it continues.

Now I realize that when they are sitting around like this:they're actually contemplating the universe.

Agency

Agency is a funny thing.

When seeing and experiencing the pains of other's agency, I have often wondered why we have agency. I think to myself, "We fought for this? We had a guaranteed way back, and we rejected it so that we could have agency?"

If we could take away agency, people would have to do what is right. People would not be able to hurt one another. People would not be able to hurt themselves. Without any hurt, we all would be happy, right?

In reality, I have discovered that even if there was no hurt does not mean that we all would be happy. Like the scriptures say, there is opposition in all things. We have to know the pain of being hurt, to be fully grateful of the joy of being loved. But even with that reasoning, I'm not sure I'm totally convinced of the necessity of agency.
But- I do know that because it was the reason that we fought Satan, it has to be of some great value, so I have kept on trying to understand.
Then one day, I realized the importance of it. No one likes to be something or do something that they do not want to be/do. God understands this, and because of His love for us he does not force us to go against our agency. He knows what will make us the happiest, but He still allows us to do what we want.
My parents have recently gotten divorced. As much as I still feel that it wasn't what they should have done, I am still okay with their choice. I would rather that they practiced their own agency, than to have either of them in a relationship that they weren't willing to be in or was not wanting to be in.

God does not have any desire to force us - and that is what is going to make the Celestial Kingdom so great. Have you ever been to a party that someone that was there did not want to be there? That one person puts a damper on the party. When holding my own parties, I hope that the person who doesn't want to be there doesn't come. The Celestial Kingdom is going to be filled with only those that WANT and WORK to be there. What an awesome party that is going to be.
Now we are brought back to the idea of agency. Because of agency, we will get what we want and desire. We won't be forced to be somewhere or someone that we do not want to be. Instead we get the joy of knowing that whatever we get, we earned, weren't forced to get. WE ARE OUR OWN STEWARDS!!
So, again, I am wrong with the idea of having agency is a bad thing. In some ways it would make things easier if none of us had agency, but it would be a lot less educational and joyous.

Let's all try to make it to that great party. The invitation has already been sent out, we just need to RSVP.

Don't tell Todd

Blond or Brunette?

This is what happens when you have 4 boys and no girls

Sweet Talking

Roger can be the most complimentary person...if he gets his way.

The other morning I went into my bathroom to take a shower. Roger came in while I was preparing to jump in. He asked if he could take a shower with me, which I told him he could. Being all happy he replied with "Yes, take a shower!....You go pee-pee in the potty?....You are so wonderful!"

Other compliments he likes to use are:

You my best f'iend

You my special f'iend

You so petty (pretty)

You so fun

Yes, you a good sharer

It's no wonder he gets whatever he wants.

...But, at the same time, he can be quite dramatic, so it is sometimes fun to see him upset.

Bed Buddy

I tried to have one of my boys sleep with me every night that Todd's gone, but after the first night, I had second thoughts. My boys still move way too much at night, and though I can handle that on my own, I just don't want them hitting Grant when he comes in for his mid-night feeding.

So, now this is my bed buddy And no, I did not put him there, one of my boys did. I think it was Mikey. I will never get him real looking lizards or snakes because he has put these little things all over, like in the silverware drawer.

Baby Mix-up

Upon hearing Grant crying in LeNae's room;

Mikey: 'Nae has a baebee! (2nd syllable of "baby" is higher pitch)
Me: What?
Mikey: 'Nae had a baby and popped him out?
Me: OH, no no, that's my baby. That's baby Grant

Guess that's what happens when you have a baby at home.

4 Months

Grant is 4 months.

He sleeps, eats, poops, and is entertainment for his brothers.