Eww

Most nights I have trouble cooking because of screaming children, tonight was no different. They were outside playing and before I could even get half an onion chopped I had stopped multiple times. 

I found Will crying outside in the old chinchilla cage. It's his favorite place to hang out. On his shoe was something big sticking out the side. I assumed it was a leaf and told him to take it off. But he kept sitting and crying. I got to him and noticed something on his jacket....I touched it...then I sniffed it. My suspicion was confirmed. Dog poo. I then noticed the thing on his shoe was a huge hunk of squishy poo! I then freaked out. I now had poo on his shoe, his jacket, his hand, and my finger. So instead of getting dinner prepped and cooked I had to focus on poop removal from hands and then shoes. I'm not a fan of scrubbing poo out of the deep intricate grooves in shoe soles. Not. A. Fan. I of course had to reshoe the child, etc. 

After all this I continued on with dinner. Until he reappeared. My fear was more poo. Luckily he had just dumped water on himself. After another wardrobe change he was back out. By the time I finished dinner and it cooked it was too late to feed the hubster before work. Ah, the joys of cleaning up after children...and their pets.   

throw another log on the fire

I should have written this post nearly two weeks ago, but I forgot!  I guess all the excitement took over and the blog was the last thing on my mind. But I partially keep this like a journal of events for me so I want to get this on here.  

As most people know, we are welcoming another BOY into our superhero family in August.  I can't lie, I really was hoping for a girl, and yes I did tear up when I found out I was wrong.  (sorry future son, I got over it, promise!)  I knew I would feel that way if the inevitable happened, so I wasn't surprised, but I wanted to not feel that way.  What really didn't help was people being sympathetic about the baby not being a girl, that just made me want to cry again.  This time around hormones are really not my friend!  That only lasted for that day, and then I got my head in the game.  God has seen fit to give me another boy.  I guess I need the chaos, or perhaps He's just teaching me patience a little more since that is not one of my virtues!  

This little guy wasn't sure he wanted to show us his goods during the ultrasound.  The other two were very blatant about it, not shy at all.  And they are still exhibitionists to this day!  Maybe this little guy will be my modest child?  We had to really prod around to get a decent look, and even then he wasn't giving it up easily.  He also didn't want to give us a good profile shot.  This child is already stubborn....great....I need more of that!  The poor ultrasound tech had problems measuring everything he needed to because the little guy was in such a pretzel position.  Legs over his head, then one leg over his head and one arm behind his head.  It took a very long time to locate one of his arms, I was starting to worry he only had one!  He had things all over the place and was crammed as far down into my pelvis as he could get.  Silly kid!  But we got to see him playing with the umbilical cord and sucking amniotic fluid.  I'm always amazing during the ultrasound at all the details you can see.  Like all four chambers of the heart just beating away, it's so cool!  

Luckily Landon wasn't too let down by the news.  He has wanted a sister since we told him I was pregnant.  He was adamant that he didn't want another brother.  Just the other day he asked me, "am I still getting a brother, Mom?"  He was a little let down by that news, but I keep asking him what his brother should be named. He has yet to come up with an idea.  

I'm excited to have another little man running wild around here.  My crew of boys keeps growing and growing!   

Memory lane

Today I took the boys to visit my parents and play with their cousins. One stop we made was my alma matter, Marion Elementary.  We stopped by to use the playground, but I had to take a picture of this great old school. 

If you went here you are some of the lucky few! I still love this place and have more memories of this school than any of the others. Even as a kid I loved this old building and it's odd lay out. Perhaps it's partly why I love old buildings and old architectural features. Who knows, but from the outside this school is the same. So were parts of the playground. 

The play ground. Well, the paved part. I still remember falling and ripping my elbow open there and having to have the school nurse, good old Wheezy Wentzel, clean the gravel out of it. Or when I nearly broke my wrist playing kickball. Yes, I have always been this athletically challenged. Don't be alarmed! I sprained and ankle over by the swings too. Seriously, I have always been a klutz. Of course over the years they have replaced the "dangerous" playground equipment with the "safer" alternatives. But they left the butt and nose busting wooden see-saws and swings with finger pinching chains. 

We had so much fun on these things. And injured ourselves a bit too. Who didn't twist as tight as the chain would allow and then let the tension out spinning out of control? There was also the brilliant idea of twisting with the person next to you and letting them unwind while bashing into each other and pinching your hands in the chains. Good times! No, really, it was the best! 

I hope everyone enjoyed their elementary years as much as I did!