We took a little walk to the comic book store this weekend, and I let the boys pick whatever they wanted.

Adrian’s party is on Sunday

I’ve been stressing out because, up until yesterday, he only had one of the 17 people he invited call to say they were coming.

One.

He is so completely convinced that everyone in his class is his best friend, and it just breaks my heart when stuff like this happens to him.

But Sunday night I received a confirmation from another child, and today his absolute best friend (a girl named Juliet - the one that loves dragons) said she was coming too. And you know what? It made his day.

I’m done with the worrying. Who cares if most of the kids don’t show? I swear to God, if just Juliet showed up and no one else, he would be happy. Why do I let these things bother me so much?

Was all cuddled up im bed, ready to watch Pocahontas with Erika, when she turned around to face me and projectile vomited her entire bottle/dinner/snack on me.
Now she is happily playing in the bath.

That was… unexpected.

I swear I need pull-on diapers for this child

The second I get her diaper off she flips over and crawls away. Then it is a fight to get her on her back, let alone to lay still for five seconds to put a clean one on her.

“I didn’t even want him.”

A lady came through the drive through at our work the other night. We didn’t have any chocolate chip muffins, so her little boy in the back seat didn’t know what he wanted.
The mother proceeded to start yelling and screaming at the kid to hurry up and decide or else he gets nothing. The little guy was sobbing, which just made her yell more.

I’m an adult and I can’t think when people are yelling at me. How do you expect him to?

Anyway, she gets to the window all flustered, still yelling at the little guy. I think he eventually got something, but just before she drove off, the mom says to all of us: “I didn’t even want him.”

What? How can you even say that infront of your child, and to a stranger no less?

Erika was sitting beside me, going through her diaper bag.

All was well, until she went to stand up, fell back and sat her butt right on this pouch of baby food.

Now my room smells like bananas. Bleh.

I’m thinking of getting Adrian a 3DS for his birthday

He’s turning seven, and really, there are o ly two things that are stopping me.

1. I could definitely see him misplacing the games. Though, how is he supposed to learn responsibility if I never give him a chance?
2. Isaac. Isaac and Adrian share everything with each other, but they sometimes end up fighting over who had a longer turn. Isaac gets jealous, and snatchy at times. But I feel bad denying Adrian something because his brother isn’t ready for it yet.

Ughh.

Adrian is such a book worm. 

Today, we went for a 10 minute walk to pick something up for dinner, and he insisted on bringing his book along so he could read and walk at the same time.

I love it. I hope he never loses his love of books.

This morning, Erika referred to me as Mum

She was upset and tired, and I had to put her down so I could finish making Adrian and Isaac’s lunches for school. She started crying, reached her arms out to me, and started going “Mum! Muuum!” Usually she would just sob or babble nonsense. This time it was definitely mum.

I felt bad that I had made her so sad, but… she called me mum…

Erika’s babble vocabulary now includes the words: dada, mum, & yeah.

I never thought about how often I say ‘yeah’ to her, until she starting saying it back. Oops.

Thursday was apparently my first time at the mall by myself with all 3 kids.

You have no idea how many people stopped me to ask if all the kids were mine, and to comment that I’m so young, I have my hands full, etc.

Adrian was reading a book while walking, Isaac was waving toys at Erika, and Erika was laughing at Isaac. I don’t think I had to tell any of them to behave.

Yep. Hands completely full.

Erika + Food = <3

Erika has become such a good eater. Not just pureed baby food, but real foods too. She’s just popped out her second tooth, so she’s chewing on everything again. The other night she enjoyed a slice of cucumber, today it was sliced sweet peppers. I didn’t get a photo of her eating them, but I did catch her clutching one in each hand:

She doesn’t really get much from the solid foods other than juice and a bit of pulp, but she looooves chewing on them all the same.

And this is why I won’t punish my kids for not eating. 

(Source: leastwicked, via mamaholliday)

Teething hasn’t made Erika grumpy

But her face and neck are covered in a rash from it. Poor kid.

Erika is at the point now where, if she is tired, I can put her in her crib and she will go to sleep on her own

My back is happy about that. 

She’s also fixed her sleeping schedule. Yay! I no longer feel as if I am going insane :D