Utah here we come

Today we leave for Utah to my oldest sisters house for Thanksgiving. Yesterday at Walmart I spent $80 on treats and toys for the kids for the long drive up. I am very excited because my sister who lives in Virginia is coming with her little boy and my brother will also be there. I love going to my sisters house. It is so relaxing and all of our kids get along, well at least most of them.

My sister's youngest is Goobeys age. When I visited for two weeks in September they didn't get along. Goobey tends to cry about everything and her youngest likes to hear him cry. Although they did finally start to like each other at the end. We caught them riding the snow sled down the basement stairs. It was quite funny to watch.

So we will see what funny stories I have to offer after this trip. We have lots of exciting things planned so I should get some good material.

Sweet little Vicks

My sweet little Vicks is now 5 months old. I can't believe how fast this has gone by. She is rolling and army crawling all over the place. I just love how much joy and laughter she brings into our home. About a two months ago she started growling at us. I mean like a dead animal sound or a jaguar meets a moose growl. We would growl and she would growl back. I guess that should be expected with two older brothers growling at you EVERY time they see you.

One afternoon we were at my sister in laws letting the kiddos play in the back yard so we would have some peace. It was a beautiful afternoon so she had the door open and her dog was kind of hanging out by it. We were casually talking about life when she says " What is that noise?" I didn't know what she was talking about so we continued to talk. Then she says" there it is again, is that Molly( their dog)"? I start to laugh and proclaim like a proud mother that it is my sweet little V.

My sister in law starts to laugh so hard I thought she was going to bust a gut. After the laughter dies down she states" I have never heard anything like that before". So my sweet little V, making a name for yourself already. Hopefully you don't follow in Goobeys foot steps.

A little something about me

So I thought since I was telling you so much about my kiddos maybe I should let you in on a little bit about me. I love pajamas. I always wear pajamas to bed no matter how tired I am and I always wear clean ones. I have this strange issue with wearing "old" pajamas. I love the smell of detergent right before I go to sleep. So you are wondering she either a:washes laundry a lot or b: has a lot of pajamas. The answer actually is both. With four kids I am averaging a load a day, sometimes two. Now you know one of my little quirks.

Friday(What used to be my favorite day of the week)

Do you remember when Friday was your favorite day of the week? The school week was over, the work week would end and in theory have a lovely weekend. This is how my Friday went.

• Went to bed at 12:30 am(having stomach pains from too much Mexican food)


• Baby decides her stomach hurts too and is up six times from 12:30 to 6 am


• 7:30-decide to take the kids to Quick Trip for donuts(and my diet Dr pepper)


• Visiting teachers at 9


• Sweet E drinks almost an entire bottle of children's ibuprofen


• Call poison control


• Take a shower


• Drop my kids off at the sitters


• Drop my car off to have tires rotated and balanced


• Have a great lunch with all of my sister in laws for my mother in laws birthday


• Pick my kids up from the sitters


• Change a diaper that smells like rancid grape ibuprofen


• Change a baby diaper that smells like squash
  
• Think about what I don't want to make for dinner
• Start to prepare something I don't want to eat for dinner
• Get the kids ready for bed and then have the night off
• Go to bed dreaming of all of the Glorious things my kids will be doing tomorrow

What my kids have to have to sleep at night

So I was telling someone the other day what my kids had in their beds and they thought it was funny so here it goes.

• My oldest son-6: his library book on the night stand, whatever little toy he has been playing shooting with and his purple blanket grandma made him


• Goobey-4: Alligator blanket, red light saber, Max and Ruby and his latest favorite Star Wars magazine Auntie J gave him for his B-day


• Sweet E-2: Every stuffed animal she can find, between 4 and 6 books and her blankets


• Baby V-5 months: she thankfully doesn't have anything yet except her pacifier

So I think that Goobeys probably is the silliest but we have had countless nights were we are running around the house looking for that stupid light saber.

My multi colored toilet

So this incident with Goobey actually made me quite upset. I still am NOT laughing nor think that it's funny.

So everyone who lives in Arizona knows that it is hotter than a mother in the summer, so most mothers give in to their children eating Popsicles. They are low in calories and the kids love them. Well, Goobey has an obsession with them. This last summer we would catch him sneaking downstairs(over the gate and pulling a chair up to the fridge) to retrieve this beloved treat.

One day we were all sitting downstairs in the evening enjoying a movie and my sweet 2 year old comes out of the downstairs bathroom with a Popsicle stick. I tell her to throw it away and she does. Then she comes out again and again each time with another Popsicle stick. After about the fifth stick I decide to get off my lazy buns and see what is going on in the bathroom.
To my dismay there is an entire box of 36 Popsicles sitting on top of the toilet lid. Let me say that it was brand new as of that morning.
They all had melted and were all over the toilet, floor and rug. I started screaming. He knew he was in trouble because he went running. To this day the toilet lid is still multi colored. Every time I gotta go I think of him.

Silly Gooby

So my 2nd little boy seems to quite the mischievous little devil. My mother in law said I should make a blog just for him so I think I will post as I can remember. I call him Gooby so for all intensive purposes that is what he will known in the blogger world.



One of my fondest adventures was when Gooby discovered how to unlock the refrigerator lock. When he was almost three he comes up stairs and is so proud to show me the eggs that he had in his hands. I immediately run down stairs to no mess in the kitchen. I open the fridge and it is clean. I then open up the egg carton to find no eggs inside. Now I knew that this was a brand new carton of eggs and he had only brought two upstairs to me.



I look in the fridge and in the sink and can't find them anywhere. Baffled I went into the laundry room to look for the missing eggs and find dry spaghetti noodles on the floor instead, right in front of the washing machine. Not really thinking about it I open the washing machine to find my ten missing eggs and a pound of dry spaghetti noodles. Thank goodness there was not a load of laundry in there. I could only laugh and pulled out all of the dry noodles and eggs shells and ran an empty load to clean it out.



When I asked him about it he just said he was cooking. Oh, my sweet little Gooby. Just remembering this story and the sweet innocent look he had on his face makes me smile.



Now just to make this clear. We DO NOT cook in the washing machine. That was all him.