I answer to Mom, Ma, Mommy, Mother, and my personal favorite, Momma. 6 and a half years ago, God blessed my husband and I with our first baby. 16 1/2 months later, we thought God was pretty funny giving us our 2nd child. So what does God do for an encore? He gives us three at a time. Funny, huh? I guess maybe I should have prayed a little clearer. Apparently, I just said I'd like 3. I meant TOTAL...not all at once! What a blessing these three have been, though. We're madly, deeply, thouroughly, in love with all 5!
This is part of what I found when I came down from getting dressed yesterday morning. I was seriously out of the room for all of 5 minutes. Eli pushed a chair up to the counter, climbed up, and found my sharpies on the top shelf of the upper cabinets. He then proceeded to draw a mural in the mudroom. I calmly grabbed my Magic Eraser and scrubbed the marks off the hardwood floor, the tile, the cabinets, and the server. I attempted to clean the wainscoting in the hall, but it didn't come off right away and I didn't feel like getting frustrated...so I left it. I suppose it's nothing a fresh coat of paint won't cover.
Despite all the efforts of the flu and strep throat, the 2nd graders at ECES were able to pull off enough practice time to put together a wonderful Thanksgiving Chapel on Tuesday. For awhile there, we thought it was going to be a "review" chapel to be held AFTER Thanksgiving, since a good chunk of each of the classes were out sick. But tradition won and the school and parents were entertained with a great presentation of the Thanksgiving story.
Little Miss Zoe did a great job with her line...
"It is November 9, 1620 when the Pilgrims land at Cape Cod, Massachusetts." Hmmmm...interesting...I always thought they landed at Plymouth Rock...
Thank you, Miss Hulsebos! You did a great job on your first chapel! Thanks for helping our kids do their best.
Has it really been a month since we went to the NICU reunion?
Apparently.
It was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back on October 25th!
That's not because it wasn't fun!
Once a year, The Valley Hospital in Ridgewood, where the triplets were born, has a reunion for any of the babies that had to stay there. Last year, was our first year attending. It was fun, but our gang was a bit young and couldn't fully enjoy it. PLUS, our main nurse, Cathy, wasn't there.
This year, the "babies" were so into it!
Tattoos...
(Eli wasn't a big fan...)
Snacks (and even their first ever CapriSuns)...
and Pumpkin Coloring...
Halloween Costumes were optional. And it was so fun to see some of the "sets". These were my favorites:
In case you can't read their cartoon bubbles, they say: "I'm a Mac..." and "I'm a PC..." So creative! We, however, went subtle with the Rock, Paper, Scissors shirts (thanks Pam!)
And of course...before we left...we got to see Nurse Cathy!
She remembered each triplet...and knew their names. We laughed about how she pegged their personalities from the start! It was so good to spend some time with her and letting her know how well the babies have done.
I know...technically it's not. The Superbowl's not until February 7, 2010, but the Ramsey (Flag Football) Cowboys are done. Ty loved playing. He started off pretty shy and wouldn't let me leave, but by the end of the season, he was jumping out of the car and running up to the field leaving me in the dust.
The highlight of the season was the final Monday Night Game under the lights up at the "big boy's field" (MacFarren Field). The whole family went...even the babies. And Aunt Roo was in from MD, so she and PopPop came too. Each player was announced over the PA System and they ran on the field as the Monday Night Football Theme Song played in the background. To top off a great night, Ty scored his first (and only) touchdown! I was a bit worried that the Refs would throw a flag on the "excessive celebration". One of his teammates actually picked him up...then they all took turns spiking the ball!
Trophy Day was supposed to be Halloween, but with all the rain, they postponed a week to November 7th.
Thank you so much, to the coaches. They were great with the boys: Stern, yet fun. They made sure each of the boys carried the ball at least once each game. The made a huge committment and really sacrificed to show up every Saturday at 8:30a (even after a late night at the Bruce concert) and again on Monday nights meant a lot. So thanks Coach Mike, Coach Kevin and Coach Doug for a great season and a great introduction to "town sports".
We're a pretty musical family...in that we like to LISTEN to music. Sure, Shane plays the drums, but is that really MUSIC?
When I was little, I played the piano. I can remember practicing...although I don't remember dreading it...and I don't remember when I stopped...or why (I'm sure my mom would say that's "selective memory" and she'd be more than happy to fill in those details, though.)
This year, Zoe's school offers optional violin to her grade level. I was slightly shocked when she said she wanted to participate. Really? Violin? I told her she had to ask her father. His response was, "if you like hearing 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee', then sure!" She laughed and laughed...and signed up. Even when the teacher called and said there'd be a chance that Zoe would miss her lunch recess every Wednesday so she could have class, Zoe was still gung-ho. Mrs. Clark's only request is that kids stick with the violin for the whole year.
Confession time: In Junior High and High School, I played the clarinet. And I'll let you in on a little known secret: I was a Bando! Yup...Did Marching Band for 2 years. But seriously, it was a bit too hard core for me (we practiced after school 2-3 times a week, competed on the weekends, went away for a week in the summer and even practiced in the freezing cold...outside...at night...for hours on end). And since I liked having a life (and the ability to feel my fingers) I remember quitting. Yes, QUITTING! Don't tell my kids...they aren't allowed to quit anything. Ever. But Zoe assured me that she was "committed".
Thankfully, 2nd grade violin isn't quite as hard-core as Marching Band. Zoe is required to practice a minimum of 4x/week @ 10 min/practice. I can handle that. The first week Zoe had her violin, She practiced everyday. And the only thing she had to do was practice the proper way to take it out of the case, the proper way to hold it, and the parts of the violin. So for 10 minutes every day, Zoe would take the violin out, "feet together, unzip, violin foot back, statue of violin, deep breath in, come in for a landing".
By week 3, they were practicing rhythms and "Mississippi Hot Dog" got very annoying...very quickly.
Now, 8 weeks in, I'm proud to say, She can successfully play "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"...sort of.
Last week, while watching the CMA's, I quick ran upstairs and grabbed Zoe to watch The Zac Brown Band play "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". (I'm aware this song isn't the greatest and has some questionable lyrics and even a swear word...I muted it...she was too dumbfounded by the speed at which the boy played to actually listen to the song).
An entire weekend away...Friday afternoon until early Sunday evening. By myself. Well. Not exactly...there were about 40 other crazy scrapbookers there.
Yes, I went away to scrapbook for the weekend. I know, I know. To many of you, that seems bizarre...maybe even boring. But not to me. Aside from the fact that I was kid-free for over 48 hours, I got my own bed!
The next question you all are going to ask, I'm sure, is "who had the kids?" Why, their other parent, of course: Shane! He managed just fine. His mom came and helped Saturday during bathtime...which is crazy even with 2 adults...but other than that, it was just him...and Zoe (come on...we all know she thought she was in charge). Aside from some crayon on the walls and a few unmade beds, the house looked great when I got home. Shane even made it to church with all 5 kids! About 15 minutes before service started, I got a text that said, "On my way to church". No sooner had I written back that I was impressed, than I got another text, "And now we're on our way home to get the diaper bag!" At least we know that Super Dad isn't perfect!
I'd post pictures of the weekend, but I didn't bring my camera. Okay, that's a lie. I did. But I didn't wear makeup most of the weekend, so I don't want to post pictures of me!
Instead...here are a few of my favorite pages. Don't get too hung up on how young Zoe looks in the pictures. I'm behind. FAR behind! As in "2nd-grader-Zoe-just-started-preschool-in-her-book" behind.
I had some fun being creative in how I cut pictures...
I even got creative with an exacto!
Please ignore the 1974 picture of a little girl with a bowl cut and her Dad next her with a matching one. That's DEFINITELY not me...don't even ask if it is!
Some close-ups of my exacto work...
And my ALL TIME favorite idea of the weekend...my S'mores title!
See...I told you Zoe made it to pre-school before the weekend ended:
Who said, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall?" Can I change it up a little and say, "The bigger they are, the more challenging they are"?
Cole was the biggest (triplet) from the start at 5.3 lbs. :
(That's him in the middle)
And it's not that shocking that he's STILL the biggest:
He is the worst sleeper and he wakes up loud! He can be a bully and a steam-roller...throwing his weight around to get the toy he wants. He spends the most time in "time out" for climbing and touching "no-no's". He's also the most emotional...such a big baby! Tell him "no" and the boo-boo lip comes out.
But, by far, the most annoying habit of Cole's is his new hobby at bedtime...
Yup! He takes off his PJs, removes his diaper, and wets his crib. Say it with me, "FUUUUUUUN for Mommy!" I mean, I'm not doing anything all day, I'd love to change crib sheets everyday!
