So it IS possible ...

... to sleep while standing up!

May highlights

I know this is a total cop out, but I really haven't taken any time to blog and I don't plan to anytime soon. To be honest, even sitting still long enough tonight for this one post is driving me a little batty! So here are the highs and lows of the month for us. You only come for the pictures anyway, right?!? =)

E. finished school this month and has been playing in a soccer league. He is really looking forward to trying his hand at baseball, which starts next month.

S. broke her arm climbing over the van seat before her first soccer game. She gets her cast off this Friday, just in time to hopefully play in her last soccer game on Saturday.

P. absolutely loved her ballet classes, but sadly they ended this month and won't start up again until the fall. She refers to the pink shoes she is wearing in the pic as her "Princess Belle" shoes. She wants to wear them everyday. Normally, I let her. Maybe it is the blonde hair, maybe it is the dark brown eyes, maybe it is her lack of annunciation, but when she looks at me and says, "peasssss," I can't not say "yes!"

N. is officially sitting up all by herself. She is also getting all over the place by rolling, pulling, and stretching for items. I can see crawling just around the corner ... and I am not ready!


Notice what is missing in this pic? That's right! I cut N.'s rat tail off! Someone made a remark about her "cute" rat tail and implied that they thought I gave it to her on purpose. Ummm, nope, I sure didn't. That was a definite sign that it was time to go!

And doesn't she just look adorable without it?


Our much anticipated play set has finally been fully assembled. The endless rain turned this into an endless project! We still need to finish the timber border and fill it with something to cover the mud bath that is our yard. The kids have enjoyed it up to this past week ... once the mud bath finally dried, the girls refused to play on it because of the cicada infestation. I think I flicked over 50 cicadas/cicada shells off of it. I admit, it was pretty disgusting.

As for Tyler and I, we torn up our full bath only to realize that there was more involved than we originally thought. Another weekend project (like the play set above!) turned into a few-weekends project. Thankfully, with family in town, the bathroom was finished this past weekend so we can shower again without fearing that we will fall through the subfloor!

Time for a cut?

I suppose every little girl eventually hits this milestone. I remember doing it, very clearly actually. (I even remember one of my older sisters doing it, which is saying something because I don't remember much!) I was in the basement, hiding under a blanket on the chair while my mom was on the couch talking on the phone. When I came out from under the blanket, my mom screamed, "What did you do? You cut your hair!?!?" So when S. told me that she was going to go comb her hair this morning and ten minutes later was still in the bathroom, I knew something was up. I thought that she was putting on my makeup again or had dispensed an entire roll of toilet paper into the pot, but instead I was greeted with a cute little smile and a quick shut of the door behind her. She looked different ... older perhaps. I couldn't quite put my finger on it when it hit me. "Did you cut your hair?" She looked surprised, like I wouldn't notice, and then stammered out, "Yeah." I began to inspect the new 'do and was somewhat pleased. It really didn't look half bad! In an 80's punk rocker sort of way. And fortunately lopsided, chunky cuts are in style. I could add some streaks of color and she would be the coolest 3yo in the county! Unfortunately, I don't follow trends too closely and if I have it my way we will be going to the salon tomorrow for a redo hairdo.

On the lappie
N. is just over 6 months now and is learning all sorts of new things. Here is just one of the latest:


Back in the saddle?
Well, I wouldn't say that I am entirely back on the blogging bandwagon, but I am trying to get back into the groove of it. Facebook has ruined me because I can jot a quick sentence in the middle of day without having to sit down and actually type anything. Pure laziness? Absolutely!

Merry Christmas!

Wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas, from our home to yours!


And a huge thank you to our families for all of the gifts! We miss being with you today. (More pictures to come ... hopefully!)

The precious gift under our Christmas tree

Six weeks: all smiles and coos

N. is really smiling and cooing all of the time now. It has been a fast six weeks since she has been born!

Pretty in purple

Do other moms unconsciously put all of the kids in the same color of clothes on the same day?!? (Well, except E. Thankfully he picks out his own clothes and doesn't have anything purple!)

Lucky number 7

Happy birthday, E.! We are so thankful for seven great years with this young man. While we had a birthday celebration here at home yesterday, the fun will be extended even more with a trip to Chuck-E-Cheese tomorrow and family coming out to visit over the next three consecutive weekends.

Opening presents

What he did for the rest of the day
Taking a Wii break for pizza, cake, and ice creamHappy birthday, Z-man. We love you!

One week old
N. is doing great. She is a really low-key baby and sleeps through absolutely everything! It is quite amazing actually. I am concerned that when she is a teenager we will need a bucket of cold water to ever get her out of bed! ;)

Welcome to the family!

N.B., "beautiful, gentle waters," born Wednesday, October 6

A hospital crib invasion--prepare to meet your siblings!

With S.

With daddy

A thumb-sucker like P. ...
... or a finger-sucker like S.?

Finally home

No baby yet

The long-awaited time for our new little girl to be born seems to continue to elude us. My goal was to make it through this past Saturday, so now that Saturday is past I am starting to already get a bit antsy. I actually felt more likely to have the baby around 34 weeks than I do now! I am beginning to think that this little one is either trying to hibernate for the winter or she is going to follow her sisters' previous examples and need to be encouraged with a large quantity of Pitocin. Meanwhile, I will continue to consume endless chocolate and gain more unsightly weight!

Special times with daddy
Tyler recently took S. on her first official "date." She picked out her favorite dress, had her hair and makeup done, and even wore a little necklace. She was very excited. She ordered chocolate chip pancakes, but I doubt the pancakes will be what she remembers. Rather, great time alone with daddy!

P. made her own opportunity to connect with daddy. While daddy was worshiping at the piano, P. sat down and joined right in. She was nothing but smiles ... and so was daddy. Our two little girls are priceless gems.

Our first garage sale
Years overdue, Tyler and I took part in our subdivision's annual garage sale this month. It took us two weekends to go through everything in our basement and eight hours to get rid of it. We let the kids pick which toys we sold, but S. and P. had a hard time letting go stuffed animals. P. actually found that the place she liked most was right in the stuffed animal tub! Although I was totally exhausted afterward, it felt really good to cut down on the amount of stuff we had accumulated over the past eight years and we are getting pretty close to actually having a clean and organized basement. (Translation: A place for the kids to go nuts this winter! What can they possibly do to cement floors and concrete walls? Ummm, don't answer that; I would like to live in this little Utopian idea for awhile.)

Funny faces
As part of the garage sale clean-up, we dug all of the baby toys out of our basement storage. The kids took full advantage catching up with items they haven't seen in over a year, but I think P. had the most fun. One morning after breakfast, I caught her cracking up at herself while making funny faces into a mirrored toy.

Doing school
Even though she is only three, S. has been eager to join E. in "doing school." I try to include at least one hands-on project a week in either science or history for E., so when it is doable S. gets to join us. Here she is modeling clay. While E. made a tablet with his name written in cuneiform, S. eventually decided that she would rather use the screwdriver to eat the clay. It was pretty gross and I tried to get her to stop, but compared to some of the other things she has been eating lately I figured this might be one of the least things to hurt her!

Time with Cousin Heath
Tyler's cousin was in town this past week for a conference and he postponed his travels home so that he could visit with us for a night. It has been a long time since we have seen him--I think almost two years--and it was good to catch up. Because getting out the door with a slow, slow preggo woman and three kiddos took awhile, we didn't have much time to "sightsee" so we went to our favorite local park/farm before taking him to the airport. Heath works within the agricultural industry and our youngest two have barely set foot on an actual farm! Here are some photo highlights, although I bet that Heath has much better pics because all E. did was ask that Heath take his picture. =) (Thanks for visiting Heath! Maybe at some point we will make it to NY to see you and your family!)

Ready or not ...

When I was pregnant with E., I distinctly remember a lengthy period of time where I experienced anxiety over delivery. I had read numerous books and some were probably way too graphic and detailed for a first time mom. I did not want to have to deliver this baby! Yet I knew that one thing was for certain: this baby was going to come out and there was no way I could stop it.

So now I am on pregnancy #4 and up to this point, I haven't given delivery much thought. I mean, been there done that right? How many surprises could be left unless a dreaded C-section goes down? The real variable is that this will be hospital #4 and OB #4 (I am beginning to agree with E. that that we might move too much! But more on that below.). I have gone natural, I have gone epidural, and one common denominator remained: this baby was going to come out and there was no way I could stop it.

Like I said, up to this point I hadn't thought much about delivery ... until yesterday. That is when I went to the hospital for an emergency non-stress test for the baby. I started having a specific pain on my belly that I also had at the end of my pregnancy with P. It ended up with P. that the placenta had ruptured but we didn't know it until it had started to bleed out. Since this was the exact same pain in the exact same spot (sans blood), the doctor wanted to check it out. Changing into a hospital gown started to bring back that familiar delivery-related anxiety and I realized that I hadn't really thought about this delivery much at all. However, after the initial exam and the first five minutes of the monitors charting away, the nurse told me that the baby was doing great and I knew that they would end up sending me home. Since the test had to be at least 30 minutes long, I relaxed and was actually about to fall asleep when I heard it. Awful, awful screams. Through the wall I could clearly hear the final minutes of another mom's delivery--containing mostly profanity and cries of "help!" Then it all came rushing back to me with further clarity: this baby is going to come out and there is no way I can stop it AND IT IS GOING TO HURT. I left the hospital in a daze with one thing in mind: I am not ready to deliver a baby. I am not ready to deliver a baby. I am not ready to deliver a baby. Forget all the technology and super drugs available to me, I am not ready to deliver another baby! So that is where I am--within weeks (and maybe even days!) of delivery and I can't get the inevitable pain I am about to endure off my mind. And suddenly a "dreaded C-section" doesn't sound so dreaded at all.

Will the real nomad please stand up?
Last week, E. studied nomads during his history lessons. I was asking him questions like, "What do you call home? Where do you sleep at night? Do you move every few days or every few weeks?" Pretty straight-forward questions, right? Ones that we would all answer pretty much the same way? Not my son. His answers were so strange that I had to ask him what he meant. Bottom line: he thinks we move once a year and it waiting for us to reveal the next location! (We just passed our one-year marker in our house this past August.) Perhaps we have moved a decent amount since our marriage began, but when I asked him if he remembers how many times he has moved (answer: three. An average of every two years isn't so bad!) he didn't remember anything about living in Northern Kentucky and barely remembers any of our time in Chicago. I assured him that mommy didn't have any plans to pack up and move within the next five years ... at the very least. But what about daddy? Well, daddy started casually looking at houses online and talking about "our next house" a few months ago. Maybe we do have a nomad living among us!

First day of school

While the local school bus was driving through picking up the neighborhood kids for their first day of school, Tyler and I were loading our kiddos into the van for a trip to the zoo. Almost all of the county and city schools were in session and the temp had finally fallen back into the 80s, so we thought it would be the perfect morning for a trip out. We visited the stingray exhibit, the children's zoo, and the butterfly dome before we all decided that we were hot and tired and ready to go. Interestingly, the kids recalled petting the guinea pigs as their favorite part, even over getting to "pet" the stingrays. (Family, don't get any ideas--we do not want a surprise guinea pig at Christmastime!)

As for E.'s first day of school, we are going to officially start with a full schedule on Monday. We have already been doing phonics, reading, and penmanship for the past few weeks because he has been utterly bored in the afternoons. He is hesitant about starting history because he "doesn't know anything about history." We are going to focus on the ancients this year though and I think it might end up being one of his favorite subjects.

P. pretending to bite the goat. Why? We don't know why!
Daddy feeding P. to the alpaca.
Petting a couple of guinea pigs.At the stingray pool.

Baby name game

When we were pregnant with our first girl, we had no problems picking out a name. I had always liked S.'s name and Tyler liked it too. When we were pregnant a second time with a little girl, things weren't so easy. We didn't decide on P.'s name until the last month of the pregnancy, and even then we were still a little fickle. (Mainly, I was trying to convince Tyler of greatness of the name Hadassah!) So, here we are, less than two months away from meeting our third little girl and we still have a list of names and their meanings hanging on our frig. (How do large families come up with so many names?!?)

To make this process a little more fun for me, let me know what you think! I posted a poll to the right and am waiting to see your votes! Since I am big on nicknames--E. answers to "Zeke," S. is affectionately called "Belle," and P. is appropriately called "Sweet Pea"--a few of the names need some further clarifying on what her daily title would actually be:

• Anastasia: Stacia (or some variant)
• Gabriella: Ella
• Hadassah: Haddie
• Josephine: Josie

So have at it! Cast your vote for your favorite name!
Fine print: In no way will the results of this poll have any bearing on the actual naming of our child.

Backlog of blogs

The month of July went by fast and furiously. Hot and humidiously, too! Not finding any time to blog throughout the month made me believe that I may actually have a life. Either that or I am too tired and pregnant to withstand my normal late night blogging sessions. Let's pretend it is the former!

So do I suddenly have a plethora of time now that it is August? Unfortunately, no. But I do have our van getting repaired right now and it is going to be a 6 hour job. So I have to spend all day sitting at Bread Co, sipping a cool drink, and not having any children pull on my leg. What a painful predicament I am in. Maybe they will need to keep the van overnight and I will be forced to get a hotel room too ... ;)

A friend's spontaneous visit
One great event this past month was a visit from an old college roommate, Laurie. She came in town for the weekend and it was great spending time with her and our other roommate Becky. We went downtown to a children's water/sculpture park one day. The kids had a blast and it was great catching up with friends.

Birthday celebrations continue
Tyler's mom and stepdad came into town for S.'s birthday. They brought Cousin Ashlynn, too. It was a nice, relaxing weekend. S. received cards and gifts for more than a week after her birthday, so every time she saw a card of any sort (including some of the thank you cards I was trying to send out!) she would rip them open thinking they were for her. Her musical and message cards are on her dresser and still get daily use to give she and P. momentary dancing breaks!



Dancin' it up
Speaking of dancing, one of the gifts we got for S. was the "Just Dance" Wii game. All three of the kids love it and it is nice that they can all participate without actually needing a controller to feel like they are involved. Every time I put that game in for them, it just makes me laugh watching them trying to match the moves. It really is like having a dance party!




First Cardinals game
When we lived in KY, Tyler and I would frequent Reds games. Not having kids allowed us to be spontaneous enough to park along the river, walk the bridge, and buy $6 nosebleed tickets whenever we wanted. Being in the stadium and seeing the Cinci skyline and the Ohio River just made for a great time out. In Chicago, Wrigleyville was like nothing we had experienced before. We took E. to his first ever ball game there and Cubs fans are seriously die hard. The excitement and enthusiasm extended well beyond the stadium. We had nosebleed seats, E. was somewhat disappointed that he wasn't actually playing, but the experience was priceless and it had that memorable Chicago feel (with the trains going by during the game and all).

We recently have been brainstorming things to do with E. so that it is just the three of us. When Cardinals tickets were on sale for almost 70% the retail price, we snagged them. We thought he would absolutely love it. While he did have fun, and despite our good seats, E. had a hard time seeing where the ball was in the stadium lights. For the first half of the game I think he was more interested in the peanuts we were eating. During the second half of the game, he was so stoked about a baseball that he got that we joked that we could have just gone to WalMart and purchased him a new baseball instead of actually coming to the game! I hope it was a good bonding time for him with just mom and dad though. As for Tyler and I, the thrill of the baseball stadium has seemed to have worn off. We were so stinking hot that sitting in an air-conditioned car on the way home was our bliss for the night. We breathed a sigh of relief from the constant humidity while E. continually played catch with his new ball ... all the way home.
Summer camp
One of our last big events for the month was a week long summer camp. E. attended the sports camp and I volunteered during the mornings for the art camp. E. had a great time and he said the worst part about the camp was coming home each night. (I tried not to take that personally!) He got to show off some of what he learned during the closing ceremony and then we all enjoyed a reception. P. was particularly pleased with herself when she nabbed a green-frosted cupcake after the reception was over while we chatted with friends. True to the picture below, she only ended up eating the frosting ... or at least wearing it!