The crazy never ceases to slow down. This week we had some work done on our floors – so for two whole days we had to stay in our basement and hang out. We did go swimming at a friends pool and caught a poo-ton of tadpoles. We have been trying to be outside for short bursts of time (to burn off energy!!!!) because it has been so stinkin’ hot out. Bennett had a well baby check up and has dropped in height to 27 inches (fifth percentile for height) but because he is so short he looks uber chubby and I love chubby babies. So here are a few of the photos I took (plus a sneak peak of the cute gluten-free cupcakes I made)!
I’ve also been reading my way through the Bible. My sister-in-law and I decided to try and do a 90 day plan and it was a bit too overwhelming to read that much (with kids) and truly comprehend and sit on what you read. So I found a 6 month plan which is much more doable but still requires quiet time to sit and really read and know and learn and meditate on it. But right now we are reading through the OT and would like to point out verses that made me laugh – one where God totally invents the male boxer (v. 42) and one where a breast is being waved (v. 14).
You know you are a REAL mom when…
*You go to the pool and come home with a dozen tadpoles.
We aren’t pet people (yet, maybe ever). Somehow I ended up with a bunch of tadpoles in a vase on my kitchen table. Right now I’m the awesome mom because I looked up what they eat and we are going to try to keep them alive (who am I turning into????). Any guesses how long before they start dying???
Another day. Another addition of none other than the crappiest photos I took this week!
I ended up getting really sick Tuesday and Wednesday. Like really sick. I wasn’t sick to the point I thought I might die but I was sick enough that any time I stood up I thought I was either going to pass out or vomit. Add in trying to care for six kids (plus a neighbor girl who couldn’t follow the instructions that she had to stay OUTSIDE our house because I was sick), it was awful. Garrett did take a few hours off in the morning and tried to come home early but I was still left for six loooooooooooong hours by myself. Oof!
We also got to celebrate a birthday! Eden turned seven! It wasn’t the best day ever for me because #sick but I think she still had fun since she got to go pick out donuts with daddy and then went out to dinner and the waiter gave them TWO chocolate cakes. She has chosen to have a birthday party instead of gifts or an adventure, so hopefully I can post about that sometime next week. I’m still in shock that I have a seven year old. Seven. Wow!
Anyway, here are the photos I found on my phone to share! One of Garrison at an appointment at the U, looking big. A couple of our innocent little babe who gets into everything. One of our stellar dinners – I have needed to go to the store for weeks now. And one of my ferrel child, plus a couple of the wild one.
You know you’re a REAL mom when…
*You are thankful your older kids can fend for themselves.
We have six kids. Four of which can feed, dress, and go to the bathroom. And today I need it. Mama has a head cold and caught the stomach crap. I am soooooo thankful that they can take care of themselves and help me with the babies because moms don’t get sick days.
I love advice. Love it. I like to research stuff and know what and why people suggest the things that they do. I will try almost anything – apple cider vinegar, sign us up; charcoal, why not; essential oils, won’t hurt to try; green tea, I’ll drink it by the gallon; etc… I love it most when people give me advice about things that I ask for advice about.
The past week has been a sick week at our house. We are a large family who loves to be with people a lot of the time. We are also a large family who has many small people who don’t have amazing hygiene (Washing hands before dinner? That’s for germaphobes! Touching all the things in public restrooms? Heck yes!). So it is inevitable that between those two things that we catch some random stomach crap once or twice a year. It is what it is.
This week a lot of people have heard about the crap that’s going around our house and offered their sympathy and condolences. Thank you sweet people! That was more than I could have asked for, especially when on day 7 I was about to have a panic attack thinking this will never end and I NEED to leave my house and do something that doesn’t require me going to the store to get more sick supplies. God has a way of putting some special people in my life to text, call, or message me just when I’m about to fall apart. Thank you JESUS!!!!!!
But there are always the people who want to throw in advice (I’ll take advice on how to get kids to stop puking and pooping any day. Sign me up for the daily email. I will try anything and I do try everything – ask my husband about all the concoctions of things I try). A lot of times the advice isn’t about how to help the symptoms but why our family gets sick. I’ve lived with these little people for 7 years. I have six kids under the age of seven right now. The chances that we get sick rise with each child born. It’s a fact. It’s also a fact that we go into public places a ton. I take all the little people with me almost everywhere. Sickness happens. I do my best to keep their tummy health at its optimal performance but crap happens. (There was six months where I didn’t take my kids really anywhere (there were just three of them at that time) because I didn’t want to get them sick and you know, it worked. But life wasn’t enjoyable just being at home avoiding the sick.)
Anyway, every single time our family catches a cold or a stomach bug there is a random person who likes to tell me why my family has caught these things (*insert eye roll*). This time around it was someone I don’t know telling me that my kids probably aren’t getting enough vitamin D (maybe suggesting that they take extra vitamin D to help the kids be at their optimal health would have went over better). Seriously? Seriously? They practically live outside absorbing vitamin D in the best form – the sun! I thanked the person for the info and went on my way.
People. Don’t offer reasons why my kids caught the pukes because it doesn’t help (I had one person suggest once that my kids caught the pukes because I kept my house too clean). I know exactly why and how they caught them. They are children. It happens. And when there are six of them our chances increase astronomically.
It’s that time again. Sadly I have a HUGE back log of crappy photos for you but I only have the energy to put the photos from this week up since time is limited.
I’m deeming this week (plus a few days) sick week. Last Saturday Bennett went to the doctor after I self-diagnosed him a few days prior with an ear infection. Lots of home remedies and the little guy just wasn’t having it. I gave it the good ol’ school try and then admitted defeat since waking up during the night, several nights in a row, with a screaming baby is not something I wanted to endure one more night and I’m sure neither did he.
Then the pukes came. Monday evening through today we’ve had puking in our house. I’m going to PSA this because PEOPLE keep your kids home, keep yourself home, keep your dog home if you are barfing or have the runs. Seriously. The recommended wait time is 24 hours since they last puked or pooped. I like to get out of the house myself, but not at the expense of spreading the stomach bug around. STAY HOME. WASH YOUR HANDS. AND USE BLEACH or this cleaner – our families personal favorite (that vinegar you’re using to clean up sick does not in fact kill viruses at all…in fact you are probably just making more people sick and I am ALL for using natural cleaners myself, but barf in the bathroom equals rubber gloves and some good old fashioned bleaching action).
Right now we have two little men down and one girl who has come out on the other side. And a washing machine who has decided to join in on the barfing action. Seriously, I used HE detergent and didn’t not fill it to the max fill line.
On a different note, someone wrote on Garrison’s bed with permanent marker on unstained, natural wood. I’m no writing expert but from the looks of the capital A and that signature lower case E plus the misspelling of Gary, my bet is on his roommate.
Can I say being a parent stinks sometimes? Literally and figuratively. Right now I’m speaking in the figurative sense.
You see, Cooper has being hanging out with a neighbor boy his age. They jump on our trampoline and play in our sprinkler. The little boy is nice and they both get along well. The only problem is this friend is a little wild and very impulsive. I’m not going to blame it on parenting because I don’t know his parents well enough. It just might be his personality. Cooper, himself, is also wild at times and impulsive but we’ve been trying to work hard on self-control (tough for an almost six year old).
Anyway, Cooper has been treating Garrison (and his other siblings) poorly. Nothing extremely major (except for the time he kicked Garrison in the face). He’s just been a little too bossy and pushy and waaaaaaaay too rough, especially when Garrison clearly tells him no.
Cooper’s behavior has been influenced greatly by his new found friend (but I’m not blaming his friend because it’s Cooper’s choice to make bad decisions). This stinks as a parent. It stinks because it’s Cooper’s friend (we really want him to be able to play with this neighbor friend and also treat others in the way that is expected) and they are little and pretty innocent at this age and it’s hard for them to really understand a whole lot of reasoning behind it. But it also stinks because it means we have had to dole out the punishments A LOT lately and that’s no fun for any of us.
Right now as we speak Cooper is inside the house working in his preschool work book while all the other kids are outside on this beautiful sunshiny day playing with neighbor friends. He’s dealing with two punishments right now – no bike (this is for a completely different infraction) and no friends for a whole week. It’s a no good week for him.
How is this a punishment for me? No alone time and I need some time to myself to regroup in the afternoon. But he is a social person. Think a big, huge social butterfly. He’s extremely extroverted and just the thought of being left out or alone can make him antsy. So he keeps bugging me. He wants to know what he can do. He doesn’t want to play in the basement by himself or go and just sit in his room (which I guess I could force him to). Plus, there are only so many age appropriate “extra” chores for him to do each day and he can’t read by himself yet. So he just kind of follows me around bored (which is good for him and to be left out of fun) and I remind him why he’s not having fun and everyone else is.
So sometimes being the parent also means the punishment is also really a punishment for you. Oh well, we are two days of the seven he needs to serve down. Not that I’m counting or anything.
(PS – I realize I’ve been MIA quite a bit and a lot of that has to do with a social media diet and other things going on that I will most definitely fill you in on. Hopefully I can get myself back in the groove soon.)