Messin’ with Sasquatch

While having a philosophical conversation with #4… He wondered how we could tell if #6 was growing.

It was his idea to bring out "the card". To you this card may seem like a cute little reminder of a baby's stay at the hospital.. but to me, it's a reminder of the time we spent in the NICU. I sat in the rocking chair and that card was hanging on the wall across from me.

For weeks I went to the NICU almost everyday and stared at that card…

I think my problem is that It reminds me I had this little muffin 50 days early… by emergency C section. He doesn't look any worst for the wear now does he?

I don't think he likes to be reminded of that.

Happy Mother’s Day

I am a mother. Really I am. I never thought I would be blessed with one kid.. let alone 6. Seriously..

I took home ec and 4 years of sewing because I secretly wanted to be one of those mothers. You know.. a combination of June Cleaver, Aunt Bea, Carol Brady and Mrs. C. I wanted to bake cookies, be a home room mom, go on field trips, make great lunches and leave cute little notes in their lunch boxes. I wanted to make princess dresses, drink tea from tiny cups and wipe their noses with my shirt. It wasn't popular to want to be a stay at home mom when I was growing up. I was expected to be more and want more. In a way I guess I did… I've always wanted more children 🙂

Just in case you have never met my children.. let me introduce them to you..

#6, #4 #1, #2, #5, #4 (all in their Easter outfits)

This is me and #1

#2.. (with his new drivers license)

This is #3…

angel, christmas pagent

#4 my sweet angel

#5 hanging out at the library.. reading..

Last but not least.. #6 sleeping

Happy Mother's Day!

Elvis Has Entered the Building..

Since our sweet French Mastiff died a few months ago, my kids have been bugging me to get a new dog. I did a few weeks of research and we found this sweet dog..

We are told he is a Boxer-Bull Terrier Mix. His name was Remy.. but we re-named him Elvis. He really just seems like an Elvis to us.

Last Sunday we headed over to Mission Pet Connection to see if Remy um.. Elvis wanted to come home with us. This isn't a great photo.. but this is the family waiting for our first glimpse of our new puppy.

#2 with the then named Remy…

#4 playing with Elvis

He's cute huh? He always looks like he's smiling.

Here's #3 and #5 begging for Remy Elvis.

Elvis has fit in to our family pretty well. The degus and cats aren't too crazy about him.. but the kids love him. The first night he slept with #5.. which he does every night until #2 goes to bed and then he crawls under the covers and sleeps with his head on #2's pillow.

He likes to lay on the rug in the kitchen and drool (seriously) while I cook. He's super active, and isn't sure who to follow in a family of 8. I watch him lay down on The Man's feet after dinner and Elvis looks at me as if to say; "Thanks for picking me."

You Must Whip it.. Whip it Good..

A couple of weeks ago I made a most delicious coconut cream pie. I had just put it in the fridge when I turned around and saw this…

It's #5..

I believe #5 called #4 over and said.. "Hey mom left the homemade whip

cream out.. let's eat it."

If you know #5.. you'd know he did not call anyone over. he doesn't really like to share his food.

But he appears to be doing it here… so who am I to say anything?

Did I tell you that this kid loves whipped cream?