Busted!

#2 got busted today in Nursery at church. Kicked out! For fighting and bullying. There is another boy in his class who is a year older, but much smaller, and pesters #2 relentlessly. #2 is not exactly advanced in the speech department and is unable to intellectually keep up with his classmate's tricky, teasing. So he pushes him over. I'm torn between the sympathy I feel for my speech-delayed two year old, who must feel so frustrated by not being able to say "Give it back" and the fear that #2 will grow up to be a hoodlum, getting kicked out of school, becoming a "bad boy." My mom assures me that this will not happen.

Any advice floating around out there in the blogisphere? How do I teach my good natured, high energy, extremely strong for his age, speech delayed son not to hit?

cupcakes and quiche

#1 made dinner last night. Thank goodness, because I didn't know what I was going to make. But #1 volunteered and she actually did 90% of the work. She chose recipes from her kids-meal-prize cookbook: cupcakes and mini cheese quiches. The recipes were written out in picture form, so she could actually "read" the recipes. It was so cute to watch her cook and feel so responsible. #1 has a very limited pallet and I'm sure if I had made quiche for dinner she would have turned her nose up at it. However, because she was the chef, she ate every bite, even if it was with a bit of disgust. I have to give the girl credit, she didn't complain once. Maybe I should have her cook more often.

millions of peaches, peaches for me

Last night I picked up my order of UTAH peaches, the absolute best in the world. The house is fragrant with the sweet, nectary smell of those fuzzy gems. Today I'll be gorging myself and making peach baby food. I got this idea of homemade baby food from my sister-in-law and the more I read the more I like the idea. It's so nutritious and much cheaper. My freezer is looking pretty with neat little bags (frozen in one ounce ice cube trays) of applesauce and green beans. I'm not a very thrifty person, so this baby food making venture is making me feel very clever.

This morning is glorious. The windows and doors are thrown open wide and the fresh, cool air is reminding me that we finally have 6 months of exceptional weather ahead of us. This is the first morning when I haven't come back from my run totally dripping with sweat. I can tell its going to be a good day.

Jesus is a witch

Don't you think its a little tacky to serve funeral potatoes at a funeral?

(Funeral Potatoes are those bizarrely yummy potato casserole dishes made with tons of fatty stuff like cream of chicken soup, sour cream, butter, cheese.)

A couple of days ago this is what I watched #2 accomplish over and over again during lunch

That THING that is balancing in his nose is part of #1's Pollyworld set. #2 has made it his sword, and I guess nose adornment. He is fascinated with the possibilities of what his nose can hold. Other objects that have been stuffed into that orifice: huge nerfy bits that he chewed out of his football, many flavors of jelly bellies, (the obvious) peas and corn, several Polly Pocket pieces..... And the funny thing is that his nostrils are tiny. So in order to extract whatever lucky object is waiting inside, it is necessary for his nose to practically give birth, stretching to out of normal proportions.

Today #1 asked me if the Tooth Fairy is real. Unwilling to actually lie to her, I asked her what she thought. She first answered No, she can't be real. But then a look of horror flashed and her eyes grew big; she must have just connected the dots. If the Tooth Fairy isn't real, then the Easter Bunny can't be real and then......horror, panic......Santa Claus? She immediately changed her mind, Mom, I decided that the Tooth Fairy is real. This is the girl, who in her 4 year old logic concluded that Jesus is a witch.

No funny stories about #3 today. Just a terrible, mean, horrible little clip (that is also funny in a cruel, cruel way:

Ok, now that you must be thinking how horrible I am, let me please explain. I have just begun introducing rice cereal to #3 and on this day, she was very hungry and the cereal just wasn't going in fast enough. She had just let out a very different, begging sort of cry, one I'd never heard before and I really wanted to capture it. However, she never replicated the sound and after 30 seconds the poor girl had had enough so I turned the camera off. I promise I feed her and that she's happy. She didn't get to be nearly 16 lbs by starving!

One more random thought before I turn in for the night. 10-12 Sour Gummy Lifesaver can really clear up your sinuses. I'm breathing better right now than I have all day.

Five hours of ME!

Today my friend watched baby #1 and baby#2 for me for 5 hours!  It was better than Christmas. In my excitement I woke up early, got us all ready and stalled until it finally turned 9:30 so I could drop them off. Then as I pulled away, with only baby #3,  a giddy feeling of euphoria fell over me.  I could do anything!  Be anything!  For 5 hours, just me! (pretty much - baby #3 is only four months and as easy as pie) So with this precious time just for ME I managed to buy ballet shoes for #1, return a pair of gaucho length pants at ATL (they make my calves look huge - anyone else?), get decorations for the baby shower I'm giving in two days, get #3's pictures taken (despite the devastating puke she spewed all over her new, clean, ironed, cute outfit WITH matching bow) grocery shop for the shower I'm giving in two days, and take MYSELF out to Jason's Deli so I could enjoy a quiet meal by MYSELF.  (Ten years ago I wouldn't ever have eaten out alone.)  Once we all were home I had to pay homage to the clean house that I know is in here somewhere.  Well, enough about me.

1st Prize for JL

I hereby award myself the grand prize for posing.  Two weeks ago the blogging world was revealed to me and I've spent too many hours following links and reading blogs written by perfect strangers.  It's strange that I'm so interested in the lives of entities such as Focus Jennie, Hollywood Flakes and The Haphazard Life.  I guess I'm a voyeur.  Now I'm writing my own blog and that makes me the biggest POSER ever.   I don't have much to write about, nothing interesting to anyone other than me and maybe a few family members.  I'm not particularly talented or accomplished.  To find those things you'll have to visit Oh Happy Day or Design Mom.  But to give myself credit, I'm not the dumbest or the smelliest.  I've got three (yes, three.... I can't believe it myself) little ones and a handsome high-school-sweetheart-now-husband.  We live in an obscure little city in the suburbs of The Valley of the Sun.  

Well, I guess that's it for my blog debut.  I can't tell you how self conscious I feel sending this off into the internet abyss.