Abram made it through his entire first year of life with no need for antibiotics. He wins!
This weekend he finally required a prescription for The Blessed Pink Goo to treat ear infection, pussy throat, days of fever. He's a tough little booger.
Willa Mae and Emmett are at prime ages for FIGHTING EACH OTHER UNTO DEATH. Ugh. It feels like all we do is play referee for those two. I *know* it will shift, eventually. It's hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel some days.
So last week out of the clear blue Emmett started being nice to her? And on Friday night (our off-season family night at the YMCA pool), they played together the whole time. Willa is SO impressed; she keeps running up to me exclaiming, "Mom, Emmett's bein' nice to me AGIN!"
Our house is rapidly becoming a neighborhood gathering place (slash CIRCUS). Saturday afternoon was beautiful. All the neighborhood kids were outside. And we ended up with TEN CHILDREN (6 additional 5-7 year-old boys plus our own brood) at our house, running in the front door and out the back and around the yard in wild circles, tossing balls and tackling each other like a pack of puppies. They were here for about two hours, ate a whole bag of chex mix, 6 apples, 7 bananas, a bag of baby carrots and one cheese pizza. We're going to need to install a revolving door. And maybe a concession stand.
Melospiza said to me once that having more than 3 children automatically makes your home into a gathering place because it already feels like a party/ playdate/ feeding frenzy, so more kids will naturally jump in. She is right.
At one point during this epic playdate, I thought I might have a chance to call my Mom. She'd left a message and I hadn't called her back for days. There were 7 boys hanging out on the back deck heckling a slightly older neighbor boy a few houses down.
Right when my Mom answered the phone, "Hello?" I saw all seven boys give the other kid the middle finger, all laughing like maniacs. So I shouted into the phone, "DO NOT flip your middle finger at that boy again!" My poor Mom was all, "But I didn't."
Right when my Mom answered the phone, "Hello?" I saw all seven boys give the other kid the middle finger, all laughing like maniacs. So I shouted into the phone, "DO NOT flip your middle finger at that boy again!" My poor Mom was all, "But I didn't."
Don't you want to send your kids over to play at our house? I promise to only slightly ruin them.
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| Ten cousins! (not the bird-flipping crowd) |
7 comments:
We were that house when my daughter was in high school, and the other parents, amazingly, started showing up with grocery bags of snacks to leave with us! I've always thought that was so thoughtful.
I am so impressed with your snack-readiness that I'm taking notes. More than once I've had to embarrassedly say to a guest, "Even though my son/daughter invited you for a playdate around what in most peoples' houses is lunchtime, we don't actually have any lunch items in the house - how bout some plain pasta with butter?"
SO: CHEX mix. Awesome. Apples and bananas. Pizza.
No antibiotics the first year? That's like, a miracle or something!
Ugh. I dread the idea of having a zillion kids over at our house. Whenever I think I dislike my own kids, all I require is being around other people's kids to snap me right out of it.
You'll have to let me know if Emmett's niceness to Willa is a permanent change. Because oh man, the refereeing! It's rough. I feel like that's 95% of my job these days. But maybe there's hope?
I LOVE the cousins picture! What a beautiful family. We are currently at 11 (going on 13, with no end in sight) and it is so much fun. I bet your kids have a blast with all of those cousins.
Miss you
xoxo
tracy
Emmett + Willa = Colin + Heidi
Its brutal. Then one day Heidi said she didn't like Colin but she liked Raph. He honestly seemed hurt by this admission. We were all floored and said, "Well, maybe if you weren't so MEAN to her all the time she'd like you."
He got over it and pushed her off the couch.
Ok, am I the only immature one DYING over here about the "kind" of throat Abram has??? (in your first paragraph) I'm not sure how to correctly spell "puss - ey" but I'm quite certain the way you spelled it isn't it! hahahaha
Jess
Oh, you never cease to amaze me with your ability to find humor in life. It is such a wonderful quality... in other news, I nominated you for a Liebster Award because I just love your blog so!
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