I took this photo of Gabriel the other day and his thoughtful glance made him look years older. It gave me a glimpse into the future - the future of a heart-breaker.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Future Glance
I took this photo of Gabriel the other day and his thoughtful glance made him look years older. It gave me a glimpse into the future - the future of a heart-breaker.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Methods of Madness
Logan has a skill for getting into anything and everything that he has been told not to touch or do:
1. Pull and throw every book off of the bookshelf, multiple times a day and we have quite a lot of kids books.
2. Getting into or trying to get into every cabinet in the kitchen - and pulling everything out (especially the pantry where there are snacks he can then open and begin eating).
3. Opening and shutting every door in the house, no matter how many times his finger has gotten pinched - he still goes back to it.
4. Knocking down the CD tower (note to self: need to get rid of CD's and CD tower - who uses CD's anymore anyhow?).
5. Removing all of the VHS tapes and/or DVD's from the drawer and swapping the movies into different cases - it's a fun game later to find the movie you're looking for (sorry Krista, no Cinderella for you, we get to watch Robin Hood instead this time).
6. Mommy's makeup is irresistible - I found all the sponge tips ripped off of the eye shadow applicators and all the caps removed and missing from the pencils. The last straw was when he came into the living room one day covered in liquid foundation - he had a great complexion that day, but my bed sheets did not enjoy it as much.
7. Turning the TV on and off and on and off, this goes for the Xbox, Wii and any other remote we forgot to put up.
8. Playing in the dog's water/food dishes. Either by splashing in the water, making a big wet mess or by carefully placing all of the dogs food in the water dish (a soggy, brown mess is what I get to clean up).
9. Climbing up on the back of the couch to stand, while looking our the window (I get that it's a great view/vantage point, but come on little dude, you're going to fall and hurt yourself!).
Never is my life dull with this little one around, I don't remember the older two getting into so much trouble. Although, now, they seem to love to join in and aid him in the mischief (especially big brother). Oh the joys I have to look forward to as they plot against poor Mommy.
1. Pull and throw every book off of the bookshelf, multiple times a day and we have quite a lot of kids books.
2. Getting into or trying to get into every cabinet in the kitchen - and pulling everything out (especially the pantry where there are snacks he can then open and begin eating).
3. Opening and shutting every door in the house, no matter how many times his finger has gotten pinched - he still goes back to it.
4. Knocking down the CD tower (note to self: need to get rid of CD's and CD tower - who uses CD's anymore anyhow?).
5. Removing all of the VHS tapes and/or DVD's from the drawer and swapping the movies into different cases - it's a fun game later to find the movie you're looking for (sorry Krista, no Cinderella for you, we get to watch Robin Hood instead this time).
6. Mommy's makeup is irresistible - I found all the sponge tips ripped off of the eye shadow applicators and all the caps removed and missing from the pencils. The last straw was when he came into the living room one day covered in liquid foundation - he had a great complexion that day, but my bed sheets did not enjoy it as much.
7. Turning the TV on and off and on and off, this goes for the Xbox, Wii and any other remote we forgot to put up.
8. Playing in the dog's water/food dishes. Either by splashing in the water, making a big wet mess or by carefully placing all of the dogs food in the water dish (a soggy, brown mess is what I get to clean up).
9. Climbing up on the back of the couch to stand, while looking our the window (I get that it's a great view/vantage point, but come on little dude, you're going to fall and hurt yourself!).
Never is my life dull with this little one around, I don't remember the older two getting into so much trouble. Although, now, they seem to love to join in and aid him in the mischief (especially big brother). Oh the joys I have to look forward to as they plot against poor Mommy.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Middle Name = Trouble
The little man, Gabriel, and I were having a conversation on names the other day...
Me: What's my first name, Gabriel?
G: (smiling) Mommy!
Me: My name is Tina and Papa's name is Josh.
G: Or, JoshUA.
Me: Yeah, buddy, that's his full name. You know what Grandpa's name is?
G: No...
Me: It's John, like Logan's middle name, Logan John. Yours is Quinn, Gabriel Quinn, right?
G: (pondering) Only when I'm in trouble...
Me: What's my first name, Gabriel?
G: (smiling) Mommy!
Me: My name is Tina and Papa's name is Josh.
G: Or, JoshUA.
Me: Yeah, buddy, that's his full name. You know what Grandpa's name is?
G: No...
Me: It's John, like Logan's middle name, Logan John. Yours is Quinn, Gabriel Quinn, right?
G: (pondering) Only when I'm in trouble...
Thursday, August 25, 2011
A Smattering of Tears
I've done so well this week. My oldest started Kindergarten on Monday and went to full-days just yesterday. Another first today, she wanted to ride the bus. I could hardly argue with her, as it can be a handful to pack up her brothers to drop her off and wake them up from their naps to pick her up. So I filled out the forms and even as I handed them in, I was full of worry. She would have to get up earlier. Will she find her building when they arrive? Will she miss the bus when they leave school?
I just had to tell myself she will be fine. Even though she is still young enough to need supervision and guidance, it is time for her to become a little more independent. That in itself is a big change for Mommy. I thought I had fully convinced myself to relax...
They gave me a tentative time they would pick her up, around 7:10AM - as we are one of the farthest houses from the school and will be one of the first picked up. So we were up, dressed, finished eating, teeth brushed and ready by 6:55AM.
Five minutes later, we see the bus rounding the corner to the house. Here it comes, here it comes! On goes her backpack and I push her out the door, without even a kiss and a hug. She proudly struts down the driveway to the huge, yellow bus. The first step up is almost bigger than she is, but she is up and smiling the whole way. I see her slide into the seat with the ease of someone who's been doing it a long time. One second later and the bus is gone, out of view.
I think it was that stark departing from view, that quick dissappearance. A lump arose in my throat and my eyes started to well up, even as my brain was saying, what's wrong with you, she'll be just fine. I took a moment and let the brimming tears fall, gathered myself together and had to say it out loud, "She's ready. She'll be just fine."
I just had to tell myself she will be fine. Even though she is still young enough to need supervision and guidance, it is time for her to become a little more independent. That in itself is a big change for Mommy. I thought I had fully convinced myself to relax...
They gave me a tentative time they would pick her up, around 7:10AM - as we are one of the farthest houses from the school and will be one of the first picked up. So we were up, dressed, finished eating, teeth brushed and ready by 6:55AM.
Five minutes later, we see the bus rounding the corner to the house. Here it comes, here it comes! On goes her backpack and I push her out the door, without even a kiss and a hug. She proudly struts down the driveway to the huge, yellow bus. The first step up is almost bigger than she is, but she is up and smiling the whole way. I see her slide into the seat with the ease of someone who's been doing it a long time. One second later and the bus is gone, out of view.
I think it was that stark departing from view, that quick dissappearance. A lump arose in my throat and my eyes started to well up, even as my brain was saying, what's wrong with you, she'll be just fine. I took a moment and let the brimming tears fall, gathered myself together and had to say it out loud, "She's ready. She'll be just fine."
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