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Can anyone guess who this cutie might be? I'll give you a little hint his name rhymes with the word Pooter. That's right....that's my babies' daddy! Wasnt he a cutie pie? I found this picture and was trying to remaster it and when I zoomed a little closer to his face I saw my children hidden in that face, especially "H", "B", and Little "O". Nana and Papa Dick, I thought you would get a kick out of opening the blog and finding your sweet little Scooter. Happy Memories!!!!
Now how many Daddies do you know that will sit and let his little girls doll him up in their wigs and bonnets? What is even better than that is he will occasionally allow them to adorn him with their princess makeup and fingernail polish. When he just cant handle the thought of makeup he will lay on his stomach and they each section off his back to create tattoos on him. He secretly uses this as a sleep/play time together (he sleeps, they play). Dont worry Scooter, Little "O" will be big enough soon to let you play guy stuff. I promise his first birthday will be nothing but all boy toys. We may even score a tonka truck!
Last week when Scooter had a few days off from work we decided to use one of the mornings to give our girls a little grip on the reality of trash and the waste it causes. We took them to our county landfill. The smell was about more than I could handle! I am a smell phobic anyway so this sent me nearly over the edge. What was funny about the whole trip was the fact that the girls thought the pile of trash was cool. And of course "H" saw a poor abandoned teddy bear and was dead set on rescuing this little trashy treasure. She was quite offended with the "No Scavenging" rule. She is always the one we can count on finding a cause to fight for in any situation even if it is not the cause you set out to instill in her. Instead of rallying against needless waste she has rallied against needless tossing of poor defenseless toys. Thats my "freedom fighter!"
What is better than giving your new baby new things to taste? The faces they make when they taste them of course!! Scooter gave in to Little "O"s insistence of sharing his pickle at lunch the other day and this is what happens when you get what you want. Sometimes it may make you pucker! I will use this as a minor life lesson....Getting what you want doesnt always mean its a good thing, sometimes you may get a pickle instead.
How do you get angry with your children for going into the garage after you told them to stay out when you look out and this is the scene you see? They went in and seized the American flags and were outside in the yard singing to the top of their lungs "I'm Proud to be an American, Where At least I Know I'm Free" ......
.....my heart just melted and I forgot that they had infringed upon the rules of no garage entry. You gotta lovem'!!!!
Nana and Pepa are visiting this weekend to attend a military ball here in our lovely hometown. Dont they look so smashing all decked out in their dress attire? The funniest thing is how the girls each seemed to be completely oblivious to anything except Pepa's shiny shoes. "How did you get them that shiny?!?" They could have been dressed in clown clothes for all the girls cared. They just wanted to touch the shoes. Be home by 10 or this dorm goes in lockdown.
Do you ever sit and go through some of your pictures and notice an image that you just didnt see before? I think that must be what happened to this sweet picture of my sweet beautiful "B". I was scrolling through today and trying to figure out what to send to Snapfish when I saw this photo in one of my more recent folders. I have a whole folder of all the girls dressed in military fatigues but for some reason I never did anything with it and right in the middle of all those pictures of my girls posing as strong warriors was this sweet smiling face looking back at me. It is my prayer today that even when I look at the girls with their strong facades that I will be able to see their sweet vulnerability. My heart melted so much from this picture that I had to share it with all of you. Now go find someone that seems to be hard around the edges and hug them until that smiling sweetness comes pouring out. I dare you!
My Ooh La La Man has scored a job with the military full time, so for sentimental reasons he asked me to take a shot of him with his beard before he shaved it off. Just look at those piercing blues. Doesnt he know how handsome he is without that fur on his face (as "D" calls it). I must say though if the military is looking for an intimidating soldier, I would say this bearded man would scare me more than my Sexy Silky Smooth Scooter Boo. What ever; it is their call, but hey I get to reap the rewards of my clean shaven man.
About a week and a half ago, Scooter was asking me when I thought Little "O" might start walking. Traditionally, our girls begin to walk between the 8th and 9th month. We were beginning to think this big tug of a boy was going to be like most babies and wait a while longer. Then, not even 2 days later I watched as that little booger let go of the couch and walked over to the coffee table as if he had been walking for weeks. I decided to test his ability, and sure enough he walked to me from the couch. Needless to say I couldnt wait to tell Big Daddy that our baby was walking. As you can imagine hearing is never as good as seeing, so that night we had a walking cheer-a-thon. You would have thought our baby boy had won the lottery, the way we were carrying on but hey a little cheering goes a long way in the field of encouragement. Little "O" now looks to see who is going to be his best cheerleader with each step he takes.
Ok, I know I have mentioned before the need for everyone in Walmart to start conversations with us (due to the # of children accompanying me). Today was a day not unlike any other, however, I thought my goodness how many people can ask the same question? "How do you do it?" Well my answer to that is I started with one and added them one by one after that. I have never let the children overtake me in the store and they are all aware of that fact. They stay with my buggy they help get things when asked and they read lists as we go. The only difficulty at this moment is trying to keep Little "O" entertained during these 2 hour trips. As we reach the checkout, the girls begin unloading the buggy and then shift to the baggage go round where they begin an assembly line to refill the buggy. They are quite amazed how difficult it is to get the groceries back into the buggy after they have been bagged. A very strange phenomenon indeed.
Dont get me wrong, I do not walk around with perfect angels by any means. However, I must say I do walk out of the store almost every time thinking to myself, "Wow, we did it again". I do leave sometimes with a little too much stress but that is usually of my own doing. My advice to myself is to always have a list. The meat aisle is not the place to do meal planning for the week. Also, never take a baby in need of a nap hoping to do a quick shopping trip before he really needs to lay down. Your back will be in need of alignment afterwards due to the (23 lb)hip hugger you just hauled all the way through the store.
I guess to all the "how do you do it questions" , my answer is I didnt get them all yesterday. We have grown into this pattern of group shopping year by year. They know my expectations and I know their limitations. All in all, we make a big team, but it is a good team.
