Choke hold anyone?!

We really don't watch wrestling! Ember loves to hug, but more often than not, it ends up being more like a choke hold (at least for poor Owen). LOL We are still working on being gentle...it's a work in progress.

Ironically, I find myself thinking about the fact that right now Jaxen and Ember cannot for the life of themselves leave Owen alone. They are forever in his face, kissing, hugging, making him wave, patting and rubbing his head, talking in the high pitched squeally voice, and Jaxen's favorite... pretending Owen "hit" him (takes Owens hand and touches his face with it), making a groaning sound, and throwing himself onto the bed or other nearby landing pad. Quite theatric it all is, too bad Owen could really care less (although he is to the point where he will make eye contact, no real facial expressions yet, but apparently the kids don't notice, they love to entertain him). But, it drives me nuts! Don't get me wrong, it is cute, it all is, for the first few minutes. I guess because it always seems to be when I am trying to change him, or his is BFing, or sleeping....you know THOSE times. Not to mention his hair reeks (all those slobbery wet kisses add up you know)! I go to snuggle him and get a big whif of stink! EEWWW.

Fast forward a year from now and they won't want him near them and I won't hear the end of it. "Mom, Owen is touching my stuff!" "Mom, we're trying to play and Owen is bothering us!". "Owen," said the grouchy brother and sister, "you aren't big enough!" And...it will drive me nuts!

*sigh* At least they love each other now.

Genius *eyes rolling* and it ain't even Monday

Ok, so this happened on Sunday, but it was still rather funny. *clearing throat* Shaun was writing out our tithing check and he couldn't get the pen to work. I told him to suck on the tip to get the ink to move up. He tells me to do it. (I should have felt the karma right there, right?) So I suck on it....and guess who had a grey mouth the rest of Sunday?! Yes, it came squirting out into my mouth. LOVELY. Add insult to injury?...Shaun decided to use a different pen...after all my hard work.

Shaun calls home from work today....to tell me something really funny he did that morning. He put on two different shoes! *giggle* Granted, they are the same style (he has a pair of black and a pair of brown), so they could be confused in the dark. And to be real honest I have done this before too. (It comes with being considerate of the sleeping spouse and getting ready in the dark). Good thing he comes home for lunch and could change.

Another little cute tid-bit. The kids and I were in the shower(I know, it is a reoccuring theme, right? Seriously, we do have interesting conversations in the shower.) Ember tells me that when she gets big and has big mi-mi's she is going to give Owen mi-mi's. Um, baby, Owen will be big when you get big...you can give your babies mi-mi's. But you have to do what first? Jaxen pipes in and says be pregnant! Ok, true, but not quite what I was looking for. What do you have to do before that? Jaxen thinks....and says (which was the answer I was going for) go to the Temple! Ah, there you have it. A lesson in the shower.

Play-doh, DOH!

So Ember has been addicted to play-doh. We play every day after we drop Jaxen off at school. I mean, it is a little messy, but no big deal. Today was like any other. I had just gotten the bright idea to add a little water to the play-doh that was a little hard. You know what I mean. Soft enough to play with but to hard too roll and stuff. So I set down Owen (he's sleeping) and start the task. Owen starts crying while I am in the middle of kneeding one of the doh's. So, I keep working at it, knowing that I will be done shortly. Ember tells me she doesn't have messy hands so she can go see Owen.

I call her and tell her to come here....to no availe. Meanwhile Owen is crying...the stopping....then crying...then stopping. I walk in (messy hands in all) to see Ember picking up Owen (she is on her knees kinda picking him up) scooting him toward the pillows. I totally freaked out! What?! I guess it is my fault for putting him in the center of my queen sized bed for a nap...from now on he is going right in the bassinett.

I asked her what she was thinking, and she said....Owen was crying so I was picking him up.

Eek!

Mom...this looks like you!

Was it a page out of a magazine? or a pretty woman on TV? Nope. Jaxen informed me on Sunday right after church (as he gets the "it-just-clicked" look on his face). That this looks like me...

Now, mind you it takes me a minute to register that he is comparing me to a fat cow. Then he goes on to say that it looks like me because...

Did you guess it looks like me because it has mi-mi's like I do? Yeap, that's it. *sigh* Well, I guess it is better to look like a fat cow because we both share utters versus him thinking I am fat, or as in the case of this cow, spotted, or some other random bovine attribute.

On to another child. Owen was blessed yesterday. All went well (he slept right through it). I was extremely paranoid because the coughs seemed to echo through the chapel. *eek* It didn't help that we had family there with us. They added their own noises to the group. I had one nephew (age 1) who like to give a little yelp when all was silent. I had another nephew (6) who was so excited to sing, but it was more a loud reading from the Hymns (cute, though) and a dramatic and very loud "Amen" after ever testimony. All the hugging over the pews, and you would think that we haven't seen each other in forever, and that it wasn't just Thanksgiving that we all got together.

On to the last child (but not by birth order). In our house we have somehow adopted the phrase, "someone took their silly pills". I think I can attribute this to Ryan Sauer and a Home Teaching visit. Anywho, Shaun has started using this as well as the kids. Rather cute. Last night, Ember wanted Jaxen toys and her dad wouldn't let her take it. She stormed into my bedroom (I'm feeding Owen) and proceeds to tell me that "Daddy....Daddy took his awful pills!". Huh? What happened I ask her. "Daddy wouldn't let me take Jaxen's swords (this are the silly plastic swords that come in the islandy (non-alcoholic drinks) at Denny's) He managed to scrounge up one from a few family members at the dinner table....for his superheroes to use (of course). So, I told her I was sorry he took his awful pills and maybe she should help him find his silly ones.

And that is the weekend update!

The sound of silence

Ok, so it isn't all that quieter around the house. But I want to shout from the rooftop, "I haven't pumped in a week!" YES! (Oh my, what shoud I do with the extra two hours I have now?!)
So, the little (but annoying) hum of the pump is gone. I took it back on Tuesday. Owen has been strictly BF since Friday of last week. He eats a lot more often, and his poop is rather interesting, but overall nights are a lot easier....ok, the co-sleeping has begun. I am too tired to get in and outta bed all night, so he is usually in our bed most of the time.

Mind you, this is an executive decision. He is supposed to be on thickener and formula (to add calories)...I will cross that hurtle with the Dr. when we get to it. *eek* Right now I am not too worried about it, he is eating like crazy, and still moving the fluids if you know what I mean!

He is a BFing champ! (and I was worried)....(even though all my kids were BFing champs)

Be Aggressive! Be Be Aggressive! *cheer*

Ok, no really. I have a problem. Apparently Jaxen is being "aggressive" at school. I thought it might be adjusting to Owen being home, but we don't have problems here, and the problems at school just started. So, not sure what to do. He has been getting up earlier lately because he says his bed is too cold. Maybe he is just tired?

We are going to try grounding him from video games (he doesn't play that much anyway) and movies that aren't rated G (before you call all crazy, we mean like Spiderman and Transformers, not rated R movies, movies that we have allowed him to watch before, but that have fighting in them.) Shaunton will talk to his teacher each day as he picks him up, if he hit or did anything else aggressive, he is going to have to take a nap when he gets home after lunch.

He will be grounded from said items for one week, if he hits or something during that time, it starts all over at a week.

I really don't know what else to do, or where this is stemming from. Hopefully things start to setting down and he is that same fun loving little boy we know and love.

Turkey Chase

So, like every year, we went up north for Thanksgiving. Originally, it was going to just be Shaun and the kids. But, after much contemplation, I decided to go with Owen. We planned on staying one night. Here is a run down on what can (and did) happen in one weekend.

1. We stop for BK before heading out. Get toward the interstate when Jaxen says he doesn't have his nuggets in the bag. So, we turn around and go back. I walk into the restaraunt and explain the story. The guy reaches into the bag and pull out the chicken nuggets. *cringe* Don't I feel stupid. I guess I should have looked, but to Jaxen's credit it was dark and they were covered with his french fries. Tack off 10 minutes dealing with that.

We get there and go to sleep. Waking up bright and early the next morning is Ember, ready to herd sheep. After trying to get her to stay, we decided to see how she would do. Her and daddy herded sheep for about 2 and a half hours. She did great for her first time! It was really cold, but she was bundled up and ready.


Owen and Grandma meet for the first time.

2. One the second day, we get suckered into staying another night....ok, it wasn't that bad (and I was willing because Owen was doing well and I packed extra).

3. On the second night, Ember falls against the stove (it is an old fashion wood burning stove) and burns her hand pretty bad.

4. On the way back, 50 ft from the paved interstate, we get passed up by some car whose wheel throws up a rock and breaks our window. I am just thankful that it didn't go through the window and hit Ember. We must have been a sight driving from Pinon into Flagstaff with a sheet jimmied over the window. Once we got to Flag we were able to get the usual cardboard with tape so we could look like people that can't afford a new window.

A 5 hour trip took 9. We got home, took a shower, and went to bed.

Then...the adventure starts anew.

Jaxen (from the bathroom) ..."mooommm, something broke!" What could it be? The towel bar (for the third time) from him hanging on it (for the third time). *sigh* It never ends!