Old Photos From Mother's Day 2008

Never assume that just because your husband is lying right there that it is safe to leave a baby alone with a jar of Nutella for a measly 5 minutes.

Because you know how you spell assume, right?

It's ok, baby, if it were me I'd have done the same thing.

Jumping For Joy

We are all jumping for joy because Cheeks is finally feeling better. He has been very sick these past few days, coughing, weezing, rubbing his snot all over me; but today he is back to his bouncy little self. But don't take my
word for it, see for yourself.



This bouncer toy is made all the more cool because I bought it off craigslist for only 5 bucks. That's worth jumping for joy as well.

Boys and Guns

Documented proof that kids can make anything into a pretend gun:

Of course after I made Monster Man repeat this on video I sternly told him that babies are NOT guns.

I'm responsible like that.

Cheeks For Grandma

Mom, I'm sorry I haven't been posting about your precious angel grandbabies. But, you have to remember that it is your precious angel grandbabies that keep me too busy to blog. It is your precious angel grandbabies that make me use blogging as an escape. It is your precious angel grandbabies that still haven't picked up their legos, drew on the wall in their bedroom, dumped glue on the carpet, peed all over my bed last night, and told me my food was "diguhting" at dinner. Yes, I know, some day I will miss it all. I'm really excited for that day. ;)

Cheeks at a few weeks

Cheeks just last month.

Cheeks just yesterday.

Getting so big.

Who eez dees "Cheeks"?

How To:

How to potty train your child in 2 weeks: Get pregnant, get lazy, have an awesome mom come to help you and let her potty train the kid.

How to never let your laundry pile up: Get pregnant, get lazy, let your mom do it for you.

How to stick to a diet: Get pregnant, start nursing, quickly learn that half of your favorite foods make baby WAY TOO FUSSY. (I can still have ice cream but it can't have even a smidgen of chocolate in it. *sniff, sniff*)

How to get your husband to worship your mother: Have baby, enjoy mother's slave labor, tell hubby that as soon as mom leaves he is going to have to help out a LOT more, watch husband beg his mother-in-law to move in.

How to survive mom leaving us: Cry... a lot. Stop at the dollar store, buy water toys that will break, throw kids out in the kiddie pool and cry some more while eating last bit of non chocolate ice cream straight from the carton.

Cheeks and I are doing fantastic. We are both really healthy and slowly starting to adapt to this new life. The other kids are being very understanding and patient, and going a little stir crazy. Tomorrow I'm hoping I can post the whole delivery story. I'm slowly working my way up to being able to sit in my computer chair for more than 10 minutes at a time. Oh, and the kids (and I) are all thoroughly impressed that Cheeks' birth announcement is the most famous post to date with a WHOPPING 54 comments. I didn't know that many people even knew about my blog. Thank you for all the well wishes and for making me feel important. =)

Here is some gratuitous cuteness:

Guest Posting by Cookie

I don't know why I accepted to write in my mom's blog today. Normally I would beg my grandma to do it for me, but she's making pumpkin bread, a process which I shall never interrupt. I'll probably mess everything up, but I'm going to try. Sincerely, Cookie.

Aaron's doing fine. Aaron's wonderful. Aaron's GETTING ALL THE ATTENTION AROUND HERE! Sorry.I just had to let that out. Sweet Terror is feeling it the strongest I think. When asked about the baby, she just smiles and says goo goo ga ga . Monster Man loves him even more than his stuffed chihuahua (see bottom of page).Pablo doesn't give a care. He's plugged into the computer half the time and drawing the other half. Aaron, will you PLEASE be quiet! Oh well.I guess its not your fault. Mommy ate some chocolate and Aaron HATES it.

This is Tiny. Actually it's a picture of a new one, Monster Man's is much older.

Sammy

Rocket

Hissy