Are we too busy to blog or what?

I'm lucky.

I get sick of the attention sometimes. Maybe it's because I tend to look young, or just because I am often wearing a baby, pushing a toddler in the cart, and have a six year old riding on the front, but inevitably someone at the grocery store turns to me and says, "Boy! You're busy". I generally want to tell them that they are the 13th person in the store who has said that to me, but I usually just smile and say, "Yep". Sometimes people say it to me when I don't even have Noah along. A few weeks ago at McDonalds a lady said to me, "You are a brave woman." I asked, "Because I have three kids, or because I take them all to McDonald's?" Her answer, "Both!" I know there are people out there with more children than me, but for some reason I attract a lot of attention. Honestly, I don't really like it. What is wrong with our world when people feel sorry for me for having three beautiful children? I have started thinking up smart-ass responses to their "You're busy!" comments. Things like: "Well, it's easier when I leave the other 12 kids at home." or "Yeah, the f#$&ing condomn keeps breaking!"
Today I walked by one of the many Asian moms who live in our complex. Many of them know me from kids crafts that I teach monthly, but have only seen Noah as I leave the babies with Brant on these nights. "You have 3 children?" she asked.
"Here we go", I thought, but just answered, "Yes."
"Wow!", She exclaimed, "You are lucky!"

Growing too fast

Kaelyn has been getting more confident in the bath lately and not just sitting in her little blow up tub but now rolling around and exploring the bigger tub that her bath sits in. Last night she was laying face down hanging half out of the tub playing with the drain. As I watched her I couldn't believe how long and lean her little body was. It made me catch my breath as I caught site of the little girl that was emerging out of the baby body. That's been happening more and more lately with her. I see the toddler coming out and the baby leaving. Right now I feel sad about it, I know as parents we are supposed to grow them up and let them go but I can't help mourning it a little. When our bath was over and she was standing facing me with her little round belly and baby faced cheeks I felt glad knowing we still had a little more time. I'm trying to catch all these moments and store them up because they are what remind me of how fast things change. It's good for me because it makes me leave the dishes or laundry and sit down to play.

Oh, Noah.

I recently cleaned up our i-tunes account. I mentioned to Brant that I was sick of hearing bands like Guns and Roses while I was excercising. Noah was instantly fascinated with the name, wondering what kind of music they play. I keep assuring him that it's nothing like the hip-hop he loves.
We turned on the Oscars on Sunday night and there was an elaborate stage production going on. A woman was hanging from the ceiling twirling on ribbons and people were dancing around the stage. It was all set to a Beatles song.
Wow! This is amazing! - Noah said - Is this Guns and Roses?!

Velcro

Do you know that velour pants and flannel sheets do not go well together??
I don't understand why it is that late at night I find it so hard to make myself go to bed even though I can barely keep my eyes open and I am so tired it is painful. However, during the day -if- I get the chance to nap (meaning both children are asleep simultaniously) I drop everything and RUN to my bed and get in, clothes and all, just to get a little nap. The other day I was wearing my favorite around-the-house pants, hot pink velour yoga pants. In the afternoon this sometimes rare occurance (sleeping children) happened. I ran to my bedroom, closed the curtains, turned off the phone, turned on the sound machine and flung myself into bed. The most amazing thing happened, it was like there was velcro in my bed. My pant legs were hiked up around my knees and I couldn't work them back down. I tried to roll over and get comfortable, that was even more impossible! Then I realized that either my pants or the flannel sheets -both of which I love- had to go. By this time my heart was pounding and I was frustrated meaning I was probably not going to be able to settle down and go to sleep. I jumped up and took the d@!n pants off. After that I did end up getting a bit of a nap, thankfully.
This is how I learned- flannel sheets and velour pants don't mix.

Why? Why? Why?

I don't consider myself a germ freak, I mean I do use a shopping cart cover and we have our own travel highchairs but in my own home....sure eat that cracker off the floor. That said I'm about ready to become a huge germaphobe! I'm about to pull my hair out because once again my girls are sick with the pucky, poopy yucks! We had not been anywhere for TWO WEEKS to assure that we were well and then we go to play group and the Dr. on Thursday and then that night or should I say morning at 3am Elyse is puking in her crib. Kaelyn followed suit on Saturday, it is now Monday and so far no one has chucked it yet today so maybe we're on the up hill. I've come to the conclusion we may have to be hermits until spring.