Saturday, October 25, 2014

Plan

I'm a planner. After about 15 years of knowing each other, Josh knows to always humor me by listening to my (our) plan is for the day or evening. I'm also probably raising little planners. Both the boys like to know the plan of the day.

Planner C happy about his latest bike ride without training wheels.
There's a lot of good things about being a planner. Planners get things done. Almost always on time, maybe even early.
But it's hard being a planner. Life doesn't always cooperate.

Button pulling out her pigtails 30 seconds after I got them done.
I was in desperate need of a Fall Break. This mama needed a break from the kiddos and have some quality time with the hubs. My mantra for the two weeks leading up to break time was, "Power through! Then you can sleep and relax!"

Never a dull moment with L Child around. Here he is pretending to be Daddy.
Imagine my horror when Josh got sick a couple of a days before my break, but I was hoping he would be his usual Strong-Immune-Self and be well by Friday. I cleaned out my car and packed it up, ready to drive the kids to JJ's.

Found a shank in the backseat of my car. Apparently, I need to start doing pat-downs before the boys get into the car.
It ended up it was some Josh-targeted-virus that lasted about seven days. He would be feeling okay for a bit, and then it would hit him hard again. It wasn't the Fall Break I had planned, but we still got to have some fun together.

And I'm pretty sure I found the best Mexican food in the area. It tasted like Laredo food - my ultimate standard for Mexican food.


I also made a late run into Wally World for some Gatorade for sick Josh. You might think that at 11 PM there would either be nobody shopping or maybe two lanes open. No such luck. One long line of suckers like me too lazy to hold the Gatorade so I just kicked it across the floor while I waited in line.

Not my proudest moment.
Neither was my king size Nutrageous purchase.
Back to work on Monday, and it was a rough week for Button. It's hard being 15 months, but sometimes I think it might be harder being a parent to a 15-month-old.

I came home from a late-night run to find this girlie wide awake and doing her own run around the house. 
Warning: She's not always this cute at 4:45 AM.
After a week of too short of nights, lots of time-outs (for both Button and I), and energy spent with two energized boys ready for their school to start back up, I keep reminding myself that this stage won't last forever. It made me feel better when Mr. Brightside Josh referred to children as "epic plan destroyers." I'm learning that it's okay that we can't always follow a plan. I think that's one reason God gave us children. He's reminding me constantly to let go and trust Him. Adub sent me this devotional thought this past week:

" Even while interacting on that cluttered plain of life, you yearn for a simplified lifestyle. So that your communication with Me can be uninterrupted. But I challenge you to relinquish the fantasy of an uncluttered world. Accept each day just as it comes. And find Me in the midst of it all. Talk with Me about every aspect of your day...Remember your ultimate goal is not to control or fix everything around you. It is to keep communing with Me. A successful day is one in which you have stayed in touch with Me. Even if many things remain undone at the end of the day..."

Yep.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Growing Up Too Fast

It seems like Button is doing things quicker than her brothers did. She's almost got a mouth full of teeth.  She also thinks she should eat at the kid table with a fork.


Or at least hold the fork while she eats.

The roughest age for the boys was around 18 months. It was worse than the terrible two's and the more terrible three's. I think it boiled down to communication skills, or the lack thereof. They knew what they wanted but couldn't tell us via signs or words. I can imagine it's very frustrating.
It got easier once they could talk more and understand why screaming wasn't an acceptable response to not getting your way.


H's behavior lately reminds me of when the boys were 18 months (she's 15 months now). She's learning that she has to sign "please" for things, and Mama (and everybody else) can't carry her around all day. She recently got two molars in, another one cut through in the last couple days, and I'm assuming another one is cutting now. Between the frustration of not being to effectively communicate yet and that awful teething, she was having a rough evening yesterday. Throw in a little dramatic flair, at one point, in response to me telling her that she had to sign please, she threw her little arm across her face and whimpered, much like Scarlett O'Hara:


Despite the fits and screams of frustration, we think she's still pretty cute.




Saturday, October 04, 2014

Exciting Night

The other night, Josh took C to his baseball game while I stayed home with the other two. It was a nice evening. L Child and I cleaned the toy room and played kickball with a football (impossible you say? one would think). The three of us also managed to squeeze in a dance party. It made this Mama proud when L really liked some Foster the People and The Avett Brothers. Button enjoyed the fun, too. I guess we didn't have enough excitement because Liam ended the evening slipping on water on the kitchen tile and hitting his head.
Rest, an icepack, Tylenol, and periodic checking of the head bump and his eyes for dilation. 
Thankfully, he was okay, and quite the cutie laying on the couch with ice on his head.

PSA Brought To You By L Child

Liam, Josh, and I  were playing school this morning; Liam was the teacher.
Here are his four safety tips:

1. Be calmer.

2. Eat food.

3. Don't fall off a train.
But if you do, your Mama will catch you.

4. Don't crack your head.
But if you fall, your Mama will catch you.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Absent-Minded Professor (Mama)

One day a week, I pick the boys up from school and we always head back to my school. Sometimes they work on homework (or do puzzles if your name is Liam). If I planned ahead, they can help me set up for my class or do an experiment. They saw this experiment in one of their nerdy books I got them about how you can test the pH of substances using red cabbage.  I told them I was doing that for my class this semester so they could help me try it out.
Yesterday was the day.
I didn't get to the store before I picked them up at school so we ran to Wal-Mart, returned a Halloween costume for H (it was too small), grabbed some red cabbage, milk, and 4 lunchables. I was proud of my lunch planning for the remaining two days of school this week.
Then we got back to my school and started boiling the red cabbage.


Then the boys had a big fight about the pretend baseball game they were playing with the meter stick and an imaginary ball. 

Funny how Liam got out every time he hit while Casen got a home run every time he got a hit. Guess who was also umpiring?

Finally, the red cabbage indicator was ready and we set to work.


We had great fun. Lots of color changes. Easy experiment but can be applied to all ages. This time we just introduced the two new words: acid and base.

We were having so much fun testing all kinds of substances and then while I was taking this picture:


I suddenly remembered I had a daughter to pick up. 
Hence, I have no idea what this picture was supposed to be.

I made the boys run to the car all the while yelling, "Hurry, hurry! We will be late!" It was already past time when I usually pick her up, but I still had a small window before the deadline. If you have ever had a kid in daycare, you never, ever want to start passing that deadline time. It will cost you some cash.

Thankfully, we made it in time. H came back to the classroom with us and proceeded to fun-scream while we finished up. She LOVES echoing rooms. After she sat in time-out, she stopped. It only took one time-out this time. (small victories, folks)

Then H had a melt down when I wouldn't let her have some of the yummy substances on the table to drink. She saw the Coca Cola bottle on the table and went into crazy coke mindset. 

Did I mention that H doesn't usually do science experiments with us? 
I remember why now.






Friday, September 19, 2014

Wearing Me Out

Whether it's because she's my third or I'm just older this time around, having a 14-month-old is wearing me out.

Button enjoys the people at church, especially our friends that she sees outside of church regularly. She usually sits with Brian and Tara during worship and does better with them than us. Last Sunday, they were home sick and after a wild worship session with Button, Josh and I decided we weren't even going to try to take her to cradle roll.
(Unlike her brothers as babies, she's not completely sold on cradle roll.)
We took her to our class and told everyone that she'll just roam around some.
(Have I mentioned how awesome our bible class is?)

Instead, she found her friend Avanelle and decided to sit with Taylor the ENTIRE time. She just perched herself on his lap and listened and watched. The entire bible class. I don't even think she's that still when she sleeps.

Right at home with the Bairds.
I took Button with me to Liam's practice this week:
She watched L Child the extrovert chat up his friends during break times.

Then she walked over to where they were standing, said something to them, and then gave him five.

I think we have another extrovert on our hands. It wears the introvert part of myself OUT!
Last night, the boys had back-to-back games. 
3 hours at the ballpark + Button = wildness
She ran around like a madwoman most of the time. The crowd called her Turbo during Liam's game because she NEVER stopped moving. Oh, yeah she did - when she went to chew the fat with some audience members on the front row, she would pause and talk a bit. 

She threw a couple of tantrums about not getting to play on the bleachers. C could throw some explosive fits as an 18-month-old so I've seen my share. I'm also pretty calm during them with all the practice I got with the boys' fits. Button though gave 18-month-old Casen a run for his money. Except she had the cute part down pat. She stomped her foot around and yelled. Then she suddenly stopped and ran over to watch more of the game. 

My personal favorite last night though was when we got home. I should have been suspicious. She wasn't sleeping but was really quiet. I went to get her out of the carseat and realized she had dug a hole out of her diaper. She's done it before: there was pee-absorbed-blue-cotton-stuff (that's the technical term) all over the dining room. Last night, luckily I thought, she hadn't gotten it everywhere yet. So I whipped off the diaper and put her down. I was going to stick her in the tub after I unloaded the car. I turned around from the trunk and saw her finish peeing on the garage floor and then proceed to play in the puddle.
Seriously?
A part of me thought, At least it's in the garage. AND she hasn't taken a bath yet.


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Signs It's the First Week of Classes

1. No milk is in the house (until I manage to grab some today in-between picking kids up).

2. No cooking is going on in our house. That fact combined with baseball games, practices, and church has led us to eat way too much ball park food and "whatever you can find in the fridge".

3. My running is taking a hit. Funny how you can't run well when you ate nachos the night before for dinner.

4. My house is a mess even though we're not cooking. My favorite this afternoon was when L Child covered the entire living room and part of the dining room with his "lands" (aka blankets and pillows). He was jumping from Oklahoma City to Edmond to Chattanooga to Elgin to Japan to Guam. He may or may not have been watching his brother play a lot of Mario Brothers lately.

5. I am really proud of myself when I clean the kitchen (even though it's not that bad with the no cooking).

6. My fingers once again can fly across a keyboard in record time due to all the practice I'm getting responding to students' emails.

7. I'm exhausted and waiting for this weekend even though it's only Wednesday night.

8. I can't sleep though because I'm wired thinking about my To Do List.

9. My Netflix usage is down. That might not be a bad thing.

10. The words, "You have bedtime the next three nights by yourself" have already been directed at Josh. My boys like to ask some big questions at bedtime during our first week of me back full time at work. Maybe it's because of the chaos around the house as we are all adjusting again. Maybe they need to know it's still good to ask questions. Whatever the reason, big questions at 9 PM aren't my favorite, but I'm thankful they feel comfortable to ask. One of the boys began with "Why do you have to be married before you have kids?" and "Why did your one baby die in your tummy, but I lived?" Then they decided to tag team me and the other one asked, "So how does that baby get in a Mama's tummy?" He must've felt sorry for me because then he threw me a softball question, "So how much blood goes through your heart?" (I still didn't know the answer.)



Thursday, August 21, 2014

Sassy Girl

Haddie has learned the word "no" and uses it quite a lot now. No shock there because she hears it enough with four other people in the household directing her.

Tonight I told her "No!" when she threw her cup down on the floor (like every night at dinner). She then picked up a piece of her food, looked at me and said, "No" as she dropped it on the floor.
Needless to say, she was done with dinner.

Tonight at bedtime, I read books to Haddie and Liam in her room. When it was time to rock her, I told Liam to go to the table and wait for me (we were going to play a game). Instead, Liam stood outside her door and peeked in through the cracked door. Haddie, sitting on my lap, leaned forward when she saw him and yelled, "Get back!" I shushed her and told Liam to go on; she needed to settle down for bedtime. Haddie yelled at Liam one more time, "No!"

I tell myself that I'll appreciate that sassy spirit when she starts dating.