3rd child

They say the third child is tougher because they have to be to stand up to their oder siblings. Here is the proof folks: Gemma carries knives. Plastic knives with a serious look on her face. Look out for her at your next playdate.

Note to self

Do not buy the floor model. Ever*.

Also: shopping for a new refrigerator is our idea of a fun Friday night. Wahoo! Fun for the whole family.

* note: this behavior was not encouraged or tolerated. Except when I had to take a picture. Because inside I was cracking up at the open/shut sliding door fun that was causing my children to cackle with delight. But, on the outside I was stern and mean. You know, after I took a picture.

How does that happen?

Our whole family went camping this last weekend. We spent the 48 hours in extremely close quarters. We didn't go anywhere without each other. We slept in the same (gigantic). With kids this age, no one even went into the bathroom by themselves.

So then, how is it that William and I are both covered in chigger bites (William pronunciation: ch-higger) and the rest of the family doesn't have any (or just 1-2). William in particular is COVERED with bites,the poor guy. I'm estimating somewhere around 50-100. I'm currently trying to write an appropriate draft of an email in my head to William's teacher for tomorrow. Something along the lines:

If it appears that William has ants in his pants, he doesn't. It is somewhere around 50 chigger bites in his pants. Poor guy.

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I'm WINNING!

If this mama thing was a real game, I'd totally be winning.  100%.

I just discovered MOLDY clothes in my child's backpack from May 2013.  Turns out she got wet at preschool and changed her clothes.  The wet ones got shoved in her backpack and no one told me about it*.





*Although being her most observant mother, I probably noticed she was wearing different clothes when I picked her up.  And from there made the connection that there would be wet clothes.  Again, such a WINNER.

Ahhhhh....x2

Another night of camping. I'm a little impressed with ourselves. This is the first time we've camped in a tent for 2 consecutive nights with the kids in tow. I'm impressed because the kids are 1,4 and 6. It's a lot of work, but we are loving it.

My favorite quotes so far:


William (bedtime, in pajamas, laying in the tent): Ahhhh. I love camping. I just wish we had a fan here. Also, the bugs are really loud. (They were super loud)

Amelia (bedtime, in her pajamas): can you sleep closer to us (the kids) tonight? Daddy snores so loud I can't sleep at all.
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Amelia: (before eating a snack at our campsite picnic table): can I have some of that stuff? I need some stanilizer.
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Gemma: (pointing to a big dog): bu-pe
Mama: puppy?
Gemma: (laughs uproariously)

Ahhhhh

Wish you were here......

The weather is gorgeous and we our enjoying ourselves immensely.

Tooth #5

William lost tooth #5 sometime in the middle of the night.  He came in this morning about 6:45am all in a panic and asked me if I had his tooth.  Whhatt?  Huh?  Snarg?

I'm not at my best in the morning.  By some miracle, he didn't swallow it and it was just laying on his bedsheets this morning.

Lower right tooth next to the front one.  Whatever that guy is called.