Grandma T's weekend

Well we have just said goodbye to Grandma T and Great grandma White... They came from Decatur, IL to spend some time with us in the country this weekend. We had a good time.. While we didn't do much we still had a good time visiting. I guess this is the first time in a while that Great Grandma White has gotten to go anywhere on a trip, she just recently put Great Granpa in the nursing home. We had a lot of fun catching up and just spending time together.. I think RT had a blast.. Wouldn't you if all you had to do was sit around and stare at my ugly mug all day? Just kidding, he likes to have things to do other than play with me and WT.. Plus HMac is still gone so we love having company.

RT also had Grandma give him a haircut last night.. She is a hair dresser by profession so we get lots of beautifying when she is around.. He has not had a haircut in a good 4-5 months and looked like a hippie.. haha.. One would have thought she was cutting his ears off... He was raising all sorts of heck while getting his hair cut.. His dad was holding RT on his lap while grandma cut his hair. I guess I just thought that while getting your hair cut is a scary venture while you are still little, that maybe having someone you love and trust do it for you would make it a little less traumatic.. NOPE!! He was still scared out of his mind and grandma said when it was all over that she hoped he still loved her after that... That is how bad it was...

All in all we had a good weekend and were sad to see them go.

Daddy HMac???

HMac tried his hand at being a dad this week.... No, not to a human but to a little bird that had fallen out of it's nest. He called earlier this week from my parents house. (For those of you who don't know it is a long standing tradition that he abandons me and stays with his grandparents in TN for the ENTIRE summer.) So anyway he and his grandmother had found a little bird that fell out of its nest and decided to pick it up place it in a hanging flower pot and commence fathering.. Things went well at first, he dug worms up and fed the bird worms.. It really ate them.. He used tweezers to pick the worms up off the ground and feed the bird... He even took pictures of the bird and a movie all sent to me on my cell phone.

He called me to tell me all about it and I asked him how many worms he had fed the bird and he said like "13".. Poor little bird.. I guess he has seen me feed his little brothers.. And my feeding agenda goes as follows... If they are not wet or tired and they are crying or have their mouths open for any reason it means they are hungry so they get fed... Maybe that is why all of my children are HUGE!! So you can't really blame him for feeding the bird every time it opened it's beak, it is all he knows.


Anyway he called me on Wednesday night to tell me the little bird had passed to the other side.. I tried to be sympathetic and tell him it was ok and that was just how things were meant to be... He didn't really care though, he just wanted to tell me that nature was mean and stupid and that was the end of it, he had TV to get back to...


I am proud of him for taking responsibility though, he was a good little birdie daddy while it lasted....

What is up with me?

I am pathetic.. I have become quite the hermit as of late... It is so sad.. I have 2 out of 3 children who actually like to run all over the country and 1 who hates it and it seems as if I let the 1 dictate the entire world for me.. So we were getting ready for WT's doctors appt this morning and all RT could say was, "Grocery store?" Yes you heard me right grocery store... See for us the big getting out of the house time during the week is going to the grocery store so RT thinks that EVERY time we are getting dressed in clothes besides pj's we are going to the grocery store... And you would think it was Christmas eve by how excited he gets.. It is insane, has my life come to this... I would have never guessed that the best thing that could happen to me and my children would be our once weekly grocery store trip...

Maybe it is because I let RT eat the grapes while he is sitting in the buggy and he feels like he is doing something wrong... Which I guess it is wrong b.c we actually never ever pay for them... I guess we should start weighing him when we walk in and then have them weigh him like produce so they get their money for all of the grapes we essentially "stole." But I go with what my mom has always said... "We spend so much money here they can't get mad if we eat a few grapes!!!" haah... but I guess when you eat an entire bag each time you go, for us once a week, it turns into to some major stealing at the end of the year... Oh well, what are we gonna do... I have started something and I don't really feel guilty for it.. Is that bad? I guess I have to say thanks mom for that one...

So we went to the doctor and not to the grocery store so here is how WT is doing...

WT's 4 month check up and shots at the doctor... He is now 15 1/4 lbs (60% for weight), around 23 inches (10% for length) and he has a big ole head... He is doing fine... He had 3 shots and one oral vaccination... Poor thing, but he took it like a trooper... RT was a sweet little boy and a big help at the doctor like usual...

As we were leaving one of the doctors stopped to say how sweet the kids were, their hair is their shining glory and show stopper, she asked RT a question and we answered with a "Yes ma'am!" People up north act as if you just shoved a $100 bill in their hand if you show some respect...Her response was a wide eyed, "Where are you from?" to which I answered TN originally, and she said, " I knew it had to be from the south.." So I am gonna say the south still rocks when it comes to being cordial...

Ice cream anyone?

The old man decided last night he had just about enough of me saying how badly I wanted an ice cream sundae that he just loaded us all up in the car and set off on a mission..

You see, since returning from my parents house 2 weeks ago I have wanted an ice cream sundae.. Caramel of course from McD's... I could not stop on the way home because the baby was crying and loosing his mind... We have a 4 month old that HATES the car.. And that is totally an understatement... I mean I think if he had his way he would do away with ALL cars and be a hermit... It is horrible... We cannot go anywhere at all without him SCREAMING in his carseat.. So you can just imagine what a 500 mile trip did to him... I have scarred him for life...

So anyway back to the ice cream.. I didn't stop 2 weeks ago because he had been crying for at least half and hour and even if I had stopped they could not have heard me on the speaker and then if they could have they would have more than likely call DCS on me for child abuse.. I JUST WANTED TO GET HOME AND GET HIM OUT OF THE CAR!!

Daddy took us last night to the closest McD's which is at least a good 30 minute drive.... And they did not have caramel.. I mean what the heck... All McD's have caramel right??? NOPE!!!!! Only fudge... I was soooo disappointed.. Little RT got an ice cream cone that was half as huge as his head... Which is large and in charge.. So after dad and I both had brain freeze trying to hurry up and make it a manageable size for him I ended up reluctantly "dumping" a large amount of ice cream on the ground so he could more easily get to the cone, which is his fav.. And he LOVED it... Me, well I got an ice cream fix but not the kind I wanted.. So I am in search of the McD's with caramel...

And by the way... The baby didn't cry in the car which was more satisfying than the ice cream...

:-)

The day after...

So for anyone with small children you all know the beauty of watching fireworks from afar... First of all you do not have to get in the car with screaming children and fight the crowds to get to the place where the fireworks will be detonated, and once there crane your neck until it breaks to see the actual fireworks... Also, having to cover the little mouths as they scream in TERROR at the actual boom of the firework... So, we like to watch them from various vantage points at out house..

We live in the absolute middle of nowhere, USA... in the middle of a huge corn field south of Columbus, OH... Anyway, with that said we can see pretty much ALL of the fireworks from the small surrounding towns from the front porch, the stairwell window and other bedroom windows... My two year old LOVES fireworks (from afar)...

We bought him a few boxes of sparklers and pop-its and you would have thought we handed him a few boxes of rattle snakes... He was terrified... Well good ole dad decides to light up a sparkler and MAKE him hold it until the crying subsides... At first I thought what a crappy way to introduce a toddler to his first set of fireworks... Then what do you know...... IT WORKED.... He now loves sparklers (with 2 parent supervision I might add)... By the end of the night he was outside on the front porch in a diaper (we haven't mastered the potty just yet) in 65 degree weather screaming with chattering teeth "Happy 4th of July"!!!