Thursday, April 29, 2010

Making the bed, as usual

Disclaimer: You quite possibly see my ass in some of this video...so ick...sorry!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

"next blog"

I don't know what information blogspot has on me, but when I used to hit "next blog" I would get random blogs, half of which were in a different language. Now they are all entitled things like "Random Musings" and "A little spark of madness" and "I Heart Jesus" (which is apparently happening because I am Christian and have said something about that...somewhere?) and of course, "Shiny Ginger Thoughts" where all of his thoughts are shiny and his hair is gingery.

Anyways, what I am getting at is all of the "next blog" arrows put me into basically three places. The first is about twins, babies, twin babies, pregnant people or homeschooling people. What choice do I have but to go back in the blog and read the birth stories? The latest one was getting an epi at three cm (of course she had a scheduled c-section in place for 41 weeks) and in the end only had a forceps delivery with a 3rd degree tear. And I can't say to them..."Hey! Don't know you but think your doctors might have screwed you over. Congratulations on the baby!"

The second one is all about knitters. Lots of knitting blogs. Lots and lots of lovely knit things to admire.

And then there is Jesus.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Monday, April 19, 2010

My attempt at taking a "nice" picture

Centipedes are gross

So, I spent WAY TO LONG putting together the train tracks for the babies the other day, but I was proud of how simply I did it.

Sidenote: I am someone who likes the biggest and best of everything. I will always choose the most expensive thing, without even knowing the price. It is like a built in quality control button that is always going off. Luckily I pretty much shop at the thrift store and off of Craiglist (love) and I am getting better in my old age about being patient and waiting for the right price for something, rather then the other way around (buy now, pay later). I will always pull the Pottery Barn/Ralph Lauren bedding off the Goodwill rack and honestly, I am not surprised by it.

So I am doing really well with my Thomas the Train obsession. I haven't bought the roundhouse for my Mr. I also haven't bought the crane or the coal mine and I am mostly okay with my simple train table (ahem, if you are reading this and you have a roundhouse or coalmine your kids have outgrown, I will take it). I took a long while just putting the train tracks into a circle around the outside of the train table. That way they can go in a circle and it is fun to watch them.


The problem that I am having is that they don't realize how hard I work for them. They think that it is fun to take the track apart. It is best when many pieces come out at once. They also enjoy beating the crap out of each other with the tracks. And throwing the trains at each other. And standing on the table. And of course, peeing on the table. And the ground. And the bed.

My little boy baby is also having issues with his sister being very interested in what is hanging between his legs(I forget what it's called). She sees how much he enjoys playing with it, and I think might think that it is detachable. Her attempts to take it off of him have met with much resistance. It would help his cause if the boy would let me put clothing on him. He won't though, and while some children go limp, he goes limp plus 90 degrees the other way. I have never seen anything like it.

I am rambling so I am going to go now.

My kids feet smell like chicken poop and that's gross.

And oh yeah...the reason for my blog title: The Mr. put a centipede in his mouth this weekend and so I had to touch a centipede. And Ms. Rebecca came over today and found a centipede in my clean laundry bin and so now you all know what condidtion my basement is in. We sounded like small children the way we screamed. She was very manly and killed it for us though. Go Rebecca!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Saturday, April 17, 2010

I get less sleep then you do



This is my husband. See how nice and asleep he is? See how he has space to...oh, I don't know...put a leg up? Stretch out an arm and touch nothing? Not have the back of a baby head crack them in the face when they aren't awake yet (Hi Aileen! How's your face?). See how he sleeps so nicely even though I am awake with everyone else?

Now let's investigate my sleeping space:



A closer look perhaps?


I personally see a little bit of a difference between his sleeping space and mine. Notice how he is lacking the guys? I generally sleep with anywhere between 20 to 70 guys at a time. Depends on how hard they have been fighting. They have been busy this morning doing fierce battle and have made a little nest in my hair with which to rest their heads. I also enjoy guy shaped indentations on my thighs after a night of hard sleep. We have bonded, the guys and I.

If you will notice, the ladypants (miss little girl) has decided to clean the guys and also the mama. She has apparently come to the conclusion that we are very dirty (aren't all women who sleep with 70 guys?) and has unfurled an entire box of wipes in order to clean everything in the area.

I haven't even begun the whole nursing thing. And just how much I do of it all night long. (alot)
He thinks that just because he gets up at 6:30 every morning that he gets to sleep in until 8am on Saturday. Well I say....NEVER!!! (think....NEVAAAAA!!!)

And just for the record. I get less sleep then he does. But damn if the man doesn't put all five kids to sleep every single night. It is the shit.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Thomas

When I was a pre-teen in Germany, my friends Amy and Sarah stalked a poor boy named Thomas. And if I could call it something other then stalking, I would. That is really what it was. He was unfortunate enough to somewhat resemble Joe from NKOTB (New Kids on the Block people!!!!). We were in seventh grade and quite in love with Joe. *sigh* Back to Thomas. We had cheers for him.


I * L * O * V * E * T * H * O * M * A * S (Imagine the *'s are pauses)

Well...I guess you had to be there. We yelled this below his balcony. We followed him as he walked. We hated his "girl" friends. We knew his class schedules. We knew what he ate. I am sure he still remembers us quite well. Poor boy.


Anyway, the reason I am saying this is that I have another Thomas in my life.



the Train....


My mister has a whole room to himself and his train bed and train table. I will have to take pictures. Someday, when he finds another world not attached to my boob, he might stay the night in it.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Space in my world

Truths as I know them:

~The air is better within 10 inches of my body. That is why the children must always be so close. So very very close. Like right now. There are two of them sitting on me, trying to help me type.

~Pants are always better when they are dried in the dryer. They fit a little tighter. More snug you could say. And they show more ankle, which is my personal favorite. Always a chance of flooding in the spring you know. Lovin' it! Have I mentioned that it is difficult to find pants when you are pear shaped and are 5'9?

~Children are better when they are louder. My kids have figured this out early in life to save me the trouble of wondering where they are.

~ It doesn't make you old when you listen to Radio Disney for twenty minutes in your car before you realize that you are the only one in the car. I just really appreciate Hanna Montana's music is all.