advice from a pro

I got off early from work; Kevin greeted me at the door and I dashed in.

A:"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me."
K:"Ohhhhh...yeah, Noah's in there pooping."

The kid takes a notoriously long time in the bathroom. I did the potty dance in the hallway while Noah sat on the toilet with the bathroom door open.

A:"Noah-Bear, are you done yet? I really need to go."
N:"Be patient, Mom. I'm almost done."
A (hopping from one foot to the other):"Hurry, Noah."
N:"Mom, just hold your penis so the pee doesn't come out."
A (startled):"That won't work since I don't have a penis."
N (unfazed): "Oh, well then tuck your butt in."


I was glad he was done by then. Even if I didn't have to go, I might have wet my pants.

the morning after

This weekend, our friends, Dan and Marilyn, took our kids overnight.

Let's just pause a moment and let the weight of that statement sink in.




Kevin and I had big plans to go out to a fancy dinner, do some shopping and see a late-night movie. Who knows? Maybe we'd even get something done around the house.

We made it to dinner and then voted to go home; we were asleep by 9pm....party animals, I know.

We slept in until 7 the next morning; it was an odd feeling to be so rested. I can't actually remember the last time I felt like that...maybe when we were newlyweds. Except I was pregnant then...so this was even better; we were rested like non-pregnant newlweds.

(A sad side note: I can count on one hand the number of complete nights of sleep I've had since I married Kevin Eddy.)

Anyway, I was rested and eager to pick up the kids. Kevin, now primary caregiver of the brood, was a little less enthusiastic...well, actually slightly comatose.

A: "Are you ready? Let's go get them."
K: "I'm sleepy."
A: "We already slept all night long. (What more do you want?)"
K: "I just miss sleep. It's like hanging out with a good friend you haven't seen for a long time."

He rephrased it just in case I couldn't quite understand.

"It's like Beth Barsotti came to visit and you want to get as much of her as you can. You keep asking yourself, 'Why do we have lead separate lives? Why can't we hang out all the time?'"

I nodded understandingly. That's exactly how I feel about Beth Barsotti.

"And then your spouse breaks up the party to say, 'Let's go get the kids.'"

go, noah, go!

Noah, a die-hard Diego fan, was helping me get the mail today, hoping with all his heart there would be something for him.

It turns out there was.

To the untrained eye, it appeared to be an advertisement for Nordstrom Rack's Day After Thanksgiving Sale. Noah, however, saw it for what it was.

An invitation to join Diego on a rescue mission.

wtf?

my 3 sons

When you have an older brother and an older cousin who is also a boy, it is inevitiable that you will wear the hand me downs.

Which begs the question: can girls dress in drag?

Kate looks like a studly football player ready to put the hurt on someone (Noah perhaps or will she pick on "someone" her own age?)


Glory is making the statement that you play with what you wear: she's been very interested in Noah's cars and trucks today.


Noah found a small toy fishing pole and decided to get it out and go fishing for "girls" There have been no tears, so I would say he's not having good luck.


The real reason why we have to wear boy clothes today? This nice pile of laundry. For those of you keeping score at home, the dimensions are approximately 45" X 55".

happy halloween!

Costume key: Kate and Glory are lady bugs, Kevin is a slice of watermelon and Noah is a clown. (Jen or I wore that costume when we were that age.)

eleven months

The girls turned eleven months last week. The ten-month mark slipped away from us somehow, but we're trying to catch up.

Glory has become so independent. Now that she has been walking for awhile she just goes exploring off on her own. Kevin describes her as "on patrol", walking back and forth between to spots of her liking; it keeps her occupied for about 20 minutes or so.

Kate has taken a few steps on her own, but prefers to crawl. It's faster and safer. She is in love with a recent family picture I hung on the wall and loves to point at it and babble away. She also loves lights of any and every kind and points them out whenever she notices them.

Both girls are enthralled by Noah's every move. Whenever he comes by, they are sure that he means to play with them and laugh and squirm as if he is going to "get" them. They are also starting to play more with each other, beyond just snatching toys from each other's hands. It's so fun to watch.