Random

(Month old pict... but still cute!)

So I've had a billion little random things that I don't want to forget.... now if I could just remember them!

When Owen wants to make things plural, he puts an "ez" on the end. The "whitez" (more than one white), the "girlsez" (more than one girl) LOL.

-Owen has a been a little brainiach (obviously his mother's not, since she doesn't know how to spell that). The other day he said, "Mom, in our family there is four boys and one girl" and then yesterday morning just after he got up he said, "Mom, there is one boy awake, three boys asleep, and one girl awake. And then when Cameron wakes up there will be two boys awake, two boys asleep, and one girl awake." Holy moly child... where did you get these genes? (again, not from me... should that have been spelled geenes, or jeans? ha, ha... seriously not from me!)

-Cameron loves to sing pretend words to songs, "Row row row your spaghetti! Is that right? No! Let's sing it the right way! Row row row your pizza! Is that right? No! Let's sing it the right way! Row...." You get the point, he'll sing it over and over, but it's hilarious!

-Owen was feeling so frustrated that he couldn't make a capital Y, for weeks now. So he came up with making a U and then adding a line underneith it. We've been trying to encourage "Let's try again" instead of "I can't do it". When he figured out this new way that he could do he said, "Mom I tried again and I CAN do it!"

We just had Zach's two month check up. He was 8 pounds 6 ounces when he was born, Owen weighs 30 pounds, and Zach now weighs 15 pounds! He was in th 99th percenitle for weight! He's half Owen's 3 year old size at two months!

When I got up on Friday morning, I though, "What do I want to do this weekend?" Going to instacare both days was not on my list... but it's what I did! Cam's got pnemonia in his left lung and Zach's got a double ear infection (this makes for 3 ear infections in his 2 months of living... I do know where he got those genes :(

Cameron is such a mamma's boy, especially when he's sick... and I love it! He gives me a million kisses while I sing him two songs at night, and he won't let me leave the room till he's had a long hug and a kiss on his forehead. He wants me to sit with him (which NEVER happens on a normal day) and carry him and hold him with his blanket. I know I should not let him do some of this, but I don't care. It makes me feel special!

If it doesn't get warm outside soon I'm going on strike (I'm not sure who or where, but I will do it!)

I've been having a really hard time with a clean house complex. I spend every moment trying to maintain cleanliness and it ends up making me grouchy and a bad mom and wife. So I've been thinking a lot about it, and I'm not perfect, and I have NO idea how all of you (yes, I've dropped by your houses unannounced and it's still perfect looking) can keep it up. So I've concluded that I just can't care. I can clean maybe three times a day, but no more, or I'll go crazy. I thought about not letting the boys eat in the living room at all, or play with toys with small parts, or only keeping toys downstairs, and then I realized that I just wasn't like that. I want them to feel safe at home and be able to explore without getting in trouble because it may get the floor wet. So, my house is not perfect. And I am coming at peace with that.

One of my biggest vises is the laundry. Trev's always done it in our marriage (I know most of you think that sounds crazy... and may be a little jealous, secretly) But I've never been able to stay on top of the washing and the folding and putting away and emptying the bins.... and on and on. I've been getting better at it in this last month, and have started to get into a rythm. I was putting laundry in and Trev came in and said, "Wow, honey. You're turning into a good little house wife." I smiled, "Thanks!" Then he said, "You've been kicking and screaming the whole way, but you're doing it!" Ha, ha, so so true! (I wasn't ever planning on getting married, let alone EVER staying home.)

And lastly, my friend told me some advise that her grandmother had passed along to her.

"If you have kids in your house,

your house should look like a toy box."

And that it does!