Tuesday, August 30, 2011
after supper, i loaded up the veen for our weekly outing to the salem township library. the boys get to choose a show to watch while brad is at golf league, then play at the park for a bit. good times for all. when i asked the boys to please find their places in the veen, they typically have a toy or two they want to take along. when weston bear asked if he could take a small yellow pail i instantly agreed and buckled.
there were giggles galore in the back of the veen and i thought what a good mom am i, boys happily involved in a quest for entertainment and education. when we arrived, i caught on to all that blissfulness in the backseat. the yellow pail held a new pet. a caterpillar nestled beside a piece of chalk for fun and several blades of grass for food. oh well. better than a frog i guess.
i forced the boys to leave their new pet in the veen while we perused the library. we played at the park immediately after renting some books and a tom and jerry dvd. then we stopped at the gas station to pee and get a little treat. brad called us to say he was home and awaiting my assistance in unloading another ton of pellets in the garage. we sped home and climbed on brads truck to pass bags of pellets.
at long last, all was quiet and settled and calm. until bear asked where his pet was. we ran to the veen only to discover the yellow pail was EMPTY. there is a caterpillar loose in the van. we cannot find it. every trip now gives me the heebie jeebies thinking of that hairy little thing crawling around.
when the boys were finally put to bed after overcoming their grief, i sat down with a book only to be interrupted by bear's frantic cries from upstairs. constantly on the alert for pukes, i ran upstairs to find wes walking in his closet, trapped, panicked, and calling for his mom. no pukes, just sleepwalking. in the closet. scared.
today things are slightly smoother. though right now the boys are discussing whether i must get the vinegar out for bear's naughty mouth. max told him he was breaking my heart. and weston responded with "dont say that ever again!"
time to intervene.
Monday, August 29, 2011
maxer was able to take a split second from his fun to smile for a pic. then back to play.
it even just looks blissful!
maxer really honed his tether ball skills with this boy we dont really know. i love to watch max's social skills develop. they reached a new level when this boy, maybe nolan is his name, would fall to the ground and max would spank his butt. proud mama right here. please note weston and lily in the background plotting some acrobatics on the slide.
ayla jo won many hearts this weekend. the habers girls were quite fond of this baby girl. the opportunity to just experience my kids is so beautiful, and camping allows for that to happen. i love to just play with them as much as they love for me to be included in their games, watch their tricks and cherish their unique attributes. brad is especially wonderful at seizing this moment. whether playing monster or swimming or sleeping beside his boys, lots of bonding takes place.
brad played some pool basketball with the boys at the beginning of the weekend when there were few people populating the pool.
it seems i feel the need to keep my mouth wide open when posing for pics. it is a good look for me. clearly. aylaroo seems impressed.
blessed to have this weekend with all the good times, delish food, wagon rides, tantrums, tears, giggles, and friends.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
ayla jo you are 1 year old!
i made a confetti cake and decorated it all in pink sparkles. bliss. here is the happy birthday baby enjoying her piece. outside. in her bathing suit. (i learned a thing or two from her last bday party :))
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
whoa baby whoa he is old enough to play soccer!
my excitement outweighs his by approx. 17000 times because ladies and gentlemen, i am gonna be a real live soccer mom!! after respectively declining the opportunity to coach max;s team due to complete and utter lack of knowledge and patience, i pledged to be a snack slingin mom.
we were late. i worked late, brad mowed. kids slept in the veen. adrenaline was pumping as we barrelled down the road. then max shouted, "i am not wearing shoes!" well good grief. how many times does this happen?! many, many times. so we race back to the house, i jump out of the van while it is still moving and retrieve some crocks. away we go again.
sidenote. we are taking all three. baby and bear have not eaten supper yet as i let them sleep in the veen while we ate with maxer. so they were not crabby due to sleepiness, just crabby due to hunger. fun.
so hamilton highschool is hoppin. there is a line to get in and i am sweating. a nice man tells us max is u6-10. i responded, "super!" then stared blankly, but enthusiastically until he clarified maxer's team number ten in the under 6 category. got it.
the auditorium is bursting at the seams. we cram next to a nice family on the steps. brad told me to say hi to eric, the dude i was sitting by. so i did, and we did not know eachother but carried on a lovely nervous convo. then i spied sarah essenburg and got even more excited and sweaty. some nice man who directs it all began introducing us to the wonderful world of soccermania.
no stepping over the line. yessir.
be your kids' biggest fan. i am there.
dont yell at the ref. absolutely man.
no snacks. what what? thats okay, i will sneak some in for my team.
i am serious, there are allergies, troubles. no snacks. (it was like he was reading my mind.) no snacks.
so we met the coach mcintyre. got our sched, uniforms, etc. tried to leave, thought i had the coach's copy, went back to the coach only to hear him assure me he intended to give that one to me and i could just. leave.
so glad i made a super first impression.
then we stopped for ice cream so i could lower my core body temp and feed my children an ice cream supper.
then brad proceeded to swerve the veen into the gravel shoulder. repeatedly. the boys would giggle and beg for more. i was over it. after the 20th time, i was like, could you please stop. brad responded, but babe, look at the smoke!
behind the veen was a trail of dust.
the boys, including my hubs, saw it as smoke forming from our sweet ride as it sped towards home. must be a boy thing.
what i noticed and adored was the fact that my man so loves my sons that he makes every outing an adventure.
love them one and all. so blessed by my fam.
the quality of the course left a little to be desired, and a lot to be attentive to so as not to lose one's ball forever.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
yesterday was absolutely super. we played at a pool with our dear friends the nykamps. eden, their eldest, took beautiful care of ayla jo while the boys all played with maxer and bear's new monster trucks.
we went to the library where my dreams of having a nice, normal conversation with the librarians came true and the boys chose to rent a boring movie and two good books.
we played outside. taking aforementioned monster trucks to the swingset and making loop after loop with the pup.
despite the good times, weston was whiny. way, way whiny. now, there is something inside of me that cannot handle that noise of complaining and whining for no reason. even if there is a reason, i cannot deal. the last time we were camping, i read a book entitled say goodbye to whining. this book encourages parents to look at the heart issue of a child, the emotional motivation to their whinyness. unfortunately, when in the moment, the only heart issue is mine is racing with frustration. clearly, i need to practice recognizing the issue behind the whine.
anywho- the whines happened all the night through. until brad returned. then bear was his precious self.
all this background info is to set the stage for the end of the day when things are winding down. my anticipation is high for some quiet and some coparenting. as soon as bradley walked through that door like a knight in shining armour i began to implement the bedtime routine starting with "brush your teeth boys" and ending with " i love you. see you in the morning" before they were even in the bathroom.
i had just enough time to start preparing the sippy cups for the boys, and glance bitterly to the living room where brad was intently watching the bachelor pad after repeatedly voicing his opinion that my choice of show was smut, before i heard a scream.
i raced to the bathroom and there was bear.
with soap dripping down his chin.
he had used soap instead of toothpaste to brush and now was in misery.
i wiped off his mouth, gave him something to drink, offered him a snack, brushed his teeth with actual toothpaste and still nothing was "working" to rid him of that taste.
the hysterics did make him fall asleep super fast as soon as his clean little head hit the pillow.
oh the drama.
Monday, August 8, 2011
(especially on this fine day when i took the three adorables to the critter barn where i discovered even more appreciation for my hard workin man who spends hour after hour with smelly animals and their poop to provide for his beyond grateful fam)
Monday, August 1, 2011
bear, emma, and max all crammed together on a toy meant for one kid. sorry leegwaters!
the boys had just finished swim lessons the day before, so they grew more and more skilled with all the practice our week provided.
the temps were hot and the pool was cool (ish). hungry horse now utilizes salt water instead of chlorine for the pool so i had a difficult time not thinking that the salt on my lips was a result of people's attempts to keep the pool clean and not a result of sweat and pee.