So the boys and I were eating lunch a few days ago - hot dogs and Cheetos (don't judge me!! ketchup counts as both a fruit and a vegetable!) and Link insisted on using a fork. Not fully understanding why, but wanting to save myself the battle I got up and got both boys a fork. I'm sure it was one of those moments that you "had to be there" to think it was funny, but they both started forking Cheetos, and each time they scored one and it made the crunch sound they would laugh so hard I thought for sure I was going to have to do the Heimlich on someone. It was hilarious!! Boys are funny!

Numbers...

Numbers are a funny thing. Lincoln turned 2 on Friday, and it's freaking me out! How is my baby boy two?! And it hasn't made me "baby hungry" or anything (let's put a pin in the small fact that I'm preggers), it' just doesn't seem possible! And how about the fact that I am trying to prepare myself for kid #4 in 6 years.... there's some crazy numbers. Or how about the fact that Cade and I will have been married for 10 years this September?! That's crazy to me! I won't even go into the numbers in my checking account or in the stack of bills on the counter, and those DEFINITELY make me crazy! How about the number of times Cooper gets out of bed at night? Or the number of times that I actually care enough to get out of bed and take him back? The number of diapers in my garbage can right now... the number of Easter eggs I stuffed this weekend... (or the number I stuffed into my mouth!)... the number of Build-A-Bears in Taylor's room... the number of things to do on my list... OR the number of snotty kisses I got today from Link, the number of smiles I got from T while she was coloring eggs for the Easter bunny, the number of people that I love, the number of long, dark eyelashes Coop has, the number of times I hear "nano" (the phrase for "I love you" from the kiddos), the number of times Coop gets out of bed at night and sprints to my side of the bed and touches my cheek so softly to wake me up. -- SEE?....numbers are a funny thing.

Wanna hear a CRAZY story?!?

So today Cade and I (and the boys, of course) are shopping in a kids clothing store, and we hear Cooper say, "My Chuck-E-Cheese money! My Chuck-E-Cheese money!" We don't pay too much attention to him because if he finds a penny on the ground it goes in his "Chuck-E-Cheese stash". Well I am of course busy searching the sale racks and trying to keep Link happy, and Cooper is a few feet from me not being too rowdy riffling through the clothes on the wall, and so I am not paying too much attention to his new-found money... that is until Cade (in his urgent tone) says, "Amy! Amy! Did Cooper get in your purse?!" And I'm thinking- who cares?! I have like a buck fifty in my wallet! If he wants it, let him have it! And I turn around, and Cooper is double-fisting wads of bills! And not just any bills- he found ELEVEN, ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS!!!! That's right!! $1100!!! And he is standing there with a big grin on his face yelling, "Chuck-E-Cheese! Chuck-E-Cheese!" (You can imagine the words coming out of Cade's and my mouth.) So we are all standing there FREAKING out (Cooper because we took his money, Lincoln because I wasn't paying attention to him anymore, Cade because he thinks that we are on some kind of hidden camera show,and me because, well- ELEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS! and the sales clerk because we were the only ones in the store and we were making quite a scene). So we called mall security and the cops and filled out statements yada yada yada and gave Cooper the buck fifty (which was in mostly change, so he was even more excited) and called it a day. But.... ELEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS! Seriously?!? Now that's a crazy story!!

That's right! More pics!

 
 
 
 

Time of Our Lives!

 
 
 
 

Pathetic!!

What's pathetic, you ask? How about the fact that T brought home a note today from school talking about the Easter egg hunt (exciting!) and that she needs to bring eggs filled with TOYS, not CANDY for everyone in her class. (pathetic) Yeah, yeah, yeah- kids are fat. I get it. (If you think about it, it's the only holiday they really have to earn the candy- running around, pushing and shoving to get the most biggest shiniest sparkliest eggs...) So then let me ask- What's the difference between Easter candy and Halloween, Christmas, or Valentine candy? Are the sixlets too easy to choke on? Is the Easter bunny involved in some kind of cult that I am not aware of? (you should have seen the amount of sugary crap they had at the other parties) Get this- last week T came home (of course, they have snacks every day in kindergarten you know) excited because Louisa brought Doritos and Little Debbie cakes for snack time that day! You can see where I am going.... Pathetic!!!

My official stand - I am blaming the baby!

So basically at this point I have two options. Option #1- apologize profusely for my lack of dedication to this blog, and spend the next 5 days updating you on what has happened in our family over the last 6 (more?) months, including all of the special events, birthdays, and holidays and of course posting an OBSCENE amount of photos..... OR Option #2- blame the baby. Seems like such an obvious choice....

Status update- We are all doing great! I am now 6 months into my last pregnancy (that feels nice to say) and it's a GIRL! (Even better!) I know what you are thinking. 4 kids?! In 6 years?! Yeah..... that's what we are thinking, too. The boys seem to have no clue what's going on, but I secretly think that they understand and are planning their payback for when she arrives. Taylor on the other hand is totally excited, and that has been a lot of fun! Cade is, well- great. If I were him I'd be pretty sick of dealing with the hormones, puke, more puke, the fact that my significant other went on strike from doing dishes for a couple or few weeks... you know. But he still holds my hair and acts like he doesn't care that the laundry should have it's own zip code. You are my hero!!