I finally got talked into going to Three Arch for Memorial Day.
Apparently, (and according to Summer who is the least reputable source) our family had some mishaps while there.
And she recorded them for me to study.
Who cares if I am 5 months pregnant and go to the beach in a sweatshirt and skirt?
My answer: Scummy, when you look like an old wrinkled woman, and I look young and supple, you will know why!
And who cares if my daughter had to go potty so she sat in the sand and made do?
My answer: Scummy, you have three completely high maintenance daughters who would have made you run to the bathroom a mile away and wrecked you afternoon.
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Myself, you looked amazing!
Navy, thank you for being very low maintenance - and even a little disgusting!
Navy, who looked “so beautiful” needed to take some selfies via photobooth.
She posed and I clicked.
Here she is sporting my onion goggles with a slight flick of her tongue.
Here she went for the look of Popeye.
Dash is the best baby on earth! He is totally sweet and nice and cute. But Lately, he has picked up a new habit — If I try to hand him a piece of something I am eating, he tantrums it up until he gets the whole thing. Literally, if I try to give him a bite of a popsicle, he gets on the ground and covers his eyes dramatically and cries because he wants to have and hold the whole thing. Most of the time I just laugh and my sweet boy starts to laugh too. But I am not perfect, and I have been know to give in, or make one of my kids give in. I guess baby number three gets some of the good and the bad.
Good=whole popsicles.
Bad=bad parenting.
I thought dressing my little guy up as Batman might help him at his swim lessons.
I gave him a little snack of cheddar cheese before we left - because I think that is what bats like.
He was all smiles.
And said “pool” about fifty times before we got there.
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Too bad someone mentioned the name “Gretchen” on the way, because I think that name is this little superhero’s kryptonite.
I love the idea of camping, but I hate the idea of paying $60 for a spot. So When the in-laws left town, we overtook their backyard and had a night of camping.
Right after school, we went swimming, and then started setting up.
We had visitors in town (RoRo and Grey), and they helped us out quite a bit.
The award for the “least amount of help” goes to Dashy!
But luckily he also got the “cutest camper” award.
When it was all set up, the kids had a blast playing in the tents and getting them totally full of crumbs and dirt.
Perfect for late night critters to enjoy.
Once it got dark, we popped some Jiffy Pop over the BBQ.
The kids were fans — but we already knew they would be.
UP past their bed times with warm popcorn!
Then I taught them how to try and catch popcorn in their mouths.
Scout got the hang of it.
Navy went for the direct drop.
We spent a lot of time picking up every last kernel — to avoid those same critters I spoke about before.
After a long and fun night, we got Dash and the kids down, and Micah and I slept right in there with them.
Too bad Dash thought it was party time, and ended up in the inside crib about 30 minutes later!
Too too bad that I had to join him indoors about 4 hours later when I heard him crying.
But the payoff came the next morning when Dash and I woke up and looked outside our window to see Micah and the kids already taking down the tents and cleaning up while we had been snoozing.
My second favorite day of the year is Mother’s Day. And this year was a good one. I got an incredible breakfast in bed of blueberry muffin loafs in bed, got sang to at church by two of the sweetest kids, went to Auggies and got to be with my family, ate the feast of feasts and finally went home to some relaxation.
Here are my singing, breakfast-in-bed delivering kids.
I don’t know if any of you know, but Navy is a mother too. And she got the cutest bracelet from her “daughter” Bella.
It was a perfect accessory to her Mother’s Day outfit.
The day was great.
Thanks Micah, other husbands and kids.
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Did I mention that Micah’s gift to me was exactly what I asked for — he took apart our two car seats and our stroller and cleaned them perfectly.
My annual feast of feasts was upon us.
Micah invited one lucky girl to help him out while I carted the boys to and from a birthday party.
I told her to get some clothes on, and look at this little get-up she chose.
Coverall PJ’s with Sunday shoes.
Nice look, but we made her change.
She made it into more PJ’s, and went to work.
Cleaning the beef tenderloin is a gruesome job.
But somebody has to do it if I am going to bite into meat without any worry at all what the bite entails.
Micah really put her to work, and she was double-fisting it with a double chin growl and all.
It was a solid hour of work, but I’ll tell you that the next day as I ate, there was not one speck of anything gross on that meat.
(Disclaimer: these little grubby hands were cleaned prior to the job.)
I always see these little novelty suckers, but never actually put my money towards them. But that is where aunts come in. Bella provided my kids with hours of sucking fun with these pacifiers.
Especially this little boy who sucked to the very last lick, and then tried to snatch the other ones.
Just when I thought their teeth might fall out, guess who provided them with more of these beauties — in the form of Billy Bob teeth.
Auntie Bree.
I saw Dash run really fast out of the kitchen.
So I followed him all the way to this chair.
See the little hand hiding.
I told him to come out, and he inched out a bit, but then froze.
When I turned the corner with the camera, look what I found:
A boy with a handful of bread.
How does my 18 month old know that getting bread is naughty, and to hide while he indulges!
Unfortunately, I find him WAY too cute to ever be mad at him!
My kids are really good at reasons why they don’t need to participate in Saturday Morning Chores.
But today, I heard a doosie from Navy.
She said, “Mom, you know that Heavenly Father sent all of these jobs for everyone to do. Even the big people. So you should make Him happy and come help.”
I then explained to her that he gave me big people jobs, like spanking little kids who waste a lot of time.
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