Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Overheard

As I was getting dressed this morning, I overheard the boys in the bathroom:

Ry: I'm gonna give you an ATOMIC WEDGIE!!!
Cole: Thanks Ry-Ry. Does that mean I'm getting a big hug and kiss?
Ry: [slaps hand against forehead] Ohhhh, brother

Sunday, March 27, 2011

We're Living Here In Allentown

Today was Shaye's First Holy Communion. Seeing her in her princess dress and hairsprayed curls made me realize how quickly time flies by...it literally feels like yesterday that she was toddling around and snuggling in my lap.


My crazy kids have a way of snapping me right out of my sentimental mood. Almost two hours in the car makes for four very antsy boys, and poor Aunt Lori's house took a hit from their energy.





Not only was the stuffed monkey a hit (I'm still not sure why that was hanging from the ceiling...), so was the gigantic yard. All I had to do was kick a ball as far as I could, and they chased after it time and time again. Score.






The day was going so well until Ryan called stomachache. I tried to tell him that eating approximately 75,000 pieces of chocolate wouldn't be a good idea in the long run, but he chose to take his own path.



Ry eventually rebounded (when the cake was served) and we tried for another feeble attempt at a family picture. At least Shaye looks cute...congrats to my girl. Love you loads.





Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Have Mercy

I was telling a story about Cole today and the people I was talking to were cracking up. It never really struck me as out of the ordinary that he likes to pretend he's a cat named Princess and play fetch with a Mickey Mouse PEZ dispenser, but I guess it is sort of odd.

This kids is a character, to say the least.

















For the record, he had a "boo-boo" on his middle finger and was showing it to me all day on Sunday. This included the church service when he was in the front row with said boo-boo finger sticking straight up in the air. Lord, have mercy.


Sunday, March 20, 2011

St. Rebecca

This Saturday we went to the Delaware Museum Of Natural History to check out their tarantula exhibit. I'm not sure what was freakier: The exhibit itself, watching Charlie bang on every cage while I pictured the spiders escaping through the broken glass, or Phil sneaking behind me to tickle my neck while screaming, "TARANTULA!!!"


Ry was, in a word, impressed. He ran from cage to cage to read the information, then raced over to me breathless with fun facts. He kept asking to get his picture taken with every spider - here he does a Dr. Evil impression without even knowing it.





Charlie on the other hand - not so impressed.















This picture doesn't really have a story behind it - Phil snapped it as we were leaving and Cha seems to have a "come hither" look that I thought was funny.



As I look ahead to my life with 4 boys, I forsee many more of these types of outings in my future. Between spider exhibits, wrestling matches, and bodily functions...I figure I'm headed toward sainthood for sure.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Low Down

I was clearing out the pictures on my phone when I realized - there are a ton of pics I haven't posted for the 1 or 2 loyal people who read this blog. So here's a treat just for you!


We were in Target the other day and Cole got himself all jazzed up. I actually like most of the things he picked out...he's like my little accessories apprentice



Whenever I had an ultrasound of Dean he always had his hand over his face, exactly like this. So weird to see those ultrasound pics translated into real life



Bathtime mohawks



Whenever I see a face like this and a body moving at full speed, I know that either (a) Someone will soon be crying (b) Something spilled (c) Something broke, or (d) All of the above


Cole loves his swim lessons. Thumbs up for the pool at the Y...thumbs down for the haircut



Showing off his "beautiful hair" (clearly better than the pic above)








Snug as a bug in a rug



Dean had surgery a few weeks ago (he's doing really well - thanks for all your thoughts). I'm such a sucker for a baby in a hospital gown






Sammie has a new-found love for Ryan



Best part of the night...snuggle time with Grammy






Ry discovered the Star Wars section at the library (i.e. Heaven)






Do not be fooled by this angelic face. He is schooled in the art of deception






Ry had a dentist appointment the other day and came home BEGGING to floss his teeth. I figured I would document the moment so I could show it to him during his hygeine rebellion in the teenage years






So there you have it, a glimpse into the last few months as seen through the lens of my iPhone. I realize now that I've conditioned the kids to getting their picture taken - the other day I took out my phone to check an email and Charlie said, "CHEESE!"





Wednesday, March 16, 2011

My Life Before 8 am

People ask me all the time what my mornings look like. To me it all seems very normal and manageable – until you throw in the inevitable tantrum or have to spend 10 minutes convincing your almost-4-year-old that his legs are not broken and he CAN get out of bed if he would just try (true story - see bullet #6).

For all of you who have asked, here is my account of a typical morning (this morning, to be exact):



  • Woke up and scanned work emails for any overnight drama. More importantly, played my turns on Words With Friends

  • Folded laundry/put in new load (truthfully I just needed clean socks, I'm usually not that motivated)

  • Threw together dinner and revved up the crock pot

  • Got myself showered, dressed, and presentable for work

  • Woke up #1 and #2 out of Daylight Savings coma

  • Convinced #2 that his legs were not broken, he was just tired. Got #1 and #2 dressed, teeth brushed, wrestled with cowlicks

  • Woke up #3. Dressed, teeth brushed, wrestled with cold medicine

  • Woke up #4. Changed clothes, fed bottle, wrestled with reflux medicine

  • Reflux medicine rebelled. #4 puked on me – back to the closet to change shirt

  • Brief moment of scowling due to the fact that I really liked how I looked in the now-puked-filled shirt

  • Hustled all kids downstairs for granola bars and juice

  • Crawled around on hands & knees searching for the stuffed hippo so #2 could bring something grey to show & tell. Finally located said hippo in pantry

  • Corralled #2 and #3 into van. Drove to daycare

  • Dropped kids off, completely forgot that #3 is out of diapers

  • Drove to drug store, picked up overly priced diapers. Drove back to daycare to drop them off

  • Back into van, convinced myself to ignore the gas light and wait until after work to fill up

  • Drove to the Q to start my second job. Settled into desk at 8 am

  • Sipped lukewarm tea in peace and quiet. Ohm.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Rolling With The Punches

Dean has been a bit slower to hit some of his baby milestones (i.e. sitting up, crawling, etc.) There's a perfectly logical explanation for this - we can't ever put him down on the floor. This video will give you an idea why.




6 Years In The Making

Here's my theory on birthday parties. When you live in a house filled to the brim with brothers, you can sometimes get lost in the shuffle. So for that one special day a year, I let them go all out.

For Ryan's 6th, he specifically requested to have his friends over to our house for a Star Wars battle.





Little did our galactic heroes know that the the Dark Side would be making an appearance. Voice box and all, Darth Vader busted into the backyard for some terrifying freeze tag and the ever-intimidating Hokey Pokey.










Ry was a little freaked out. I should have seen this coming after he met Darth in Florida and was convinced that he was going to kill him with his lightsaber. He took the character so seriously that he refused to leave the deck during the fun & games (although he tried to convince me it was because he was " 'too sweaty' from playing with his friends.")




Ry was eventually talked into getting his face painted, and in hindsight says it was his best birthday ever. May the force be with you, my young 6 year old.













Wednesday, March 02, 2011

It's A Small World After All

A few months ago, I was digging through some old notebooks. On one of the pages I had jotted down, "I can't wait to see my boys' faces the first time they see Disneyworld."

As they say in Disney - Dreams really do come true!

With the little guys safe and sound with their grandparents, we were able to travel with the older two. Having the one-on-one time with them was priceless, as was the weather, the rides, the food, the pool, and the whole Disney experience.

Here's to many more trips to the Happiest Place On Earth.

Click to play this Smilebox slideshow



Catching Up...Coming Soon

I am admittedly totally behind on our blog updates.

We had a trip to Disney a few weeks back…the good news is that we had a fantastic time – the bad news is that my life is now in a complete backlog of laundry, cleaning, doctor’s appointments, birthday party planning, cooking, work emails, and blog posts.

But stay with me, I’m getting there!