Lovey kids and loogies

First of all, mad props to my man for dominating his interviews and getting a sweet promotion.  I'm super proud of him : )  Not psyched about him being gone 3 out of the next 4 weeks for training, but I know it's a necessary evil.  I'm definitely pacing myself over these next few weeks...easy meals, carefully choosing my cleaning battles, and being a naptime nazi.  Nap-less days just aren't an option when this chick is flyin' solo.  

So far, the kiddos have been super good.  Granted, we've only been alone two whole days, but hey, every hour counts.  Just check out this sibling love : )

They hauled every blanket, pillow, and stuffed critter they could find into their playhouse and begged to take their nap in there.  They were so sweet.  So, I let themmm....stay there until I could grab my camera to snap this pic.  Then, I brought them back to reality and put them in their own beds.  This momma just doesn't toy with sleep : )

This is a super sweet shot that I wish was a video instead of a pic, but I don't think I'll forget the dialogue anytime soon.  Cade was "reading" Eve her favorite book, "Biscuit".  It's a super short, simple book about a puppy's bedtime routine.  I'm afraid it's given them a super skewed reality of what having a dog will actually be like, but it sure makes for a good bedtime story right now.  This dog is basically spoiled rotten. He gets a snack, drink, hug, kiss, blanket, doll, and story before he goes to his bed, and that's still not enough.  He then traipses upstairs and steals the little girl's blanket and snuggles at the foot of her bed.  Most nights, it's a stretch for my KIDS to get all of those things before going to sleep.  A dog?  I don't think so.

Well, I have a kind of a big "project" going on right now, but I'm still waiting for some details to work out, so I'm going to keep you in the dark for now.  If it doesn't work out, you may never know what was going on : )  Pretty shady, huh?

To make up for keeping things under wraps, I'll leave you with the uplifting words spoken to me by my four-year-old son today, while I was slaving away to prepare his gourmet lunch (turkey and cheese w/ fruit).

Cade- "Hey mommy.  You are getting really big."

Now, since I've been trying to explain the growth of Trek and how that affects my size, I was happy he'd finally noticed that my belly was growing.  I mean, I am 29 weeks along, after all.

Me- "Yeah.  Trek is really making mommy's belly grow, isn't he?"

Cade- "No.  Pretty much all over you are getting really big."

I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry...or spit on his sandwich.  Just kidding.  I wouldn't really spit on my kid's sandwich.  But I sure would have if it had been an adult, so watch your back...and your sandwiches.

I wear my sunglasses at night

Yeah, so I don't even own a pair of sunglasses.  My 2 year-old, however, owns 20.   Well, maybe not 20...but definitely at least 13 pairs.  For some reason, she always seems to have them upside down on her face, which, of course, causes them to slide down her nose.  This, consequently, causes what I would describe as a "hissy fit".  Cade is usually my OCD kid, but Eve has him topped when it comes to fashion.  "Momma, get it right or get outta my face" is generally her motto when I'm doing her hair or attempting to accessorize her.  Just check out what happened when she became "fwustawated" with her shades the other night.

Yes, I'm one of those evil women who takes pics of her crying child.

Before you report me to DHS, just know that the waterworks shut off as soon as her brother dug her princess shoes with "Chwismas lights" in the heels out of the depths of the dress up trunk.  Whew. 

Annnd after a 10 minute battle of wills over whether or not she could wear the glasses to bed, we struck a compromise.

This time, I was the one about to have a hissy fit trying to make those stinkin glasses stay put on the Cabbage Patch doll's watermelon head.  

And yet another sunglasses shot.

Yeah, I still have another kid.  He just generally avoids the camera unless he's naked, which of course is a no-go on the ole blog.  I did snag a few of him while he was too silly or drugged (allergy meds) to notice.

First, here he is in his "drugged" state.  He's also in his fav position...spread eagle.  He assumes this position whether he is clothed or not.  I'm a little tired of seeing his boy junk.  He, on the other hand, never grows tired of seeing, shaking, and flaunting it.  In fact, he stated a few days ago that boys and girls should all have penises because they're awesome.  Let's just hope this fascination tames down before kindergarten : /  If not, I can forsee lots of office visits.

And here we have my kids in the throws of their daily ritual.  It's called the "mommy just made up the bed, let's destroy it" ritual.  Just in case you're wondering, this is not one of the battles I pick every day.  I make that bed knowing there's a 50/50 chance it'll survive the rest of the day untouched, and I'm generally willing to take that gamble.  I know, I'm such a risk taker.

Speaking of risks...asking Cade to dress himself when I'm in a time crunch is another risk I sometimes take.  There's pretty much a 100% chance that it's going to cause a further delay, but my brain-dead self usually forgets this and asks him to do it anyway.  Blame it on the baby.  Sometimes, he "loses" the clothes I lay out for him and asks me repeatedly where his clothes are.  Other times, he layers his clothes over his pjs because he gets focused on a cartoon and he forgets to undress first.  But here lately, his trend is to shake things up a bit by using his shirt as pants and his pants as a hat.  See?

He'd shucked the hat before I could snap a pic.  Sometimes he even stuffs the legs of the pants so that they stand up on top of his head to resemble "ears"(I'm sure he gets this humor from his daddy) 

...then he laughs himself to tears, and my crazy, pregnant, temporarily emotionally bi-polar self usually ends up joining him.  See what I'm talking about with the delays?  At this point, not only am I un-stuffing jeans and dressing this kid, but I'm re-doing eye makeup, as well.  In the midst of all this chaos, Eve has probably managed to sneak into the kitchen, unwrap, and devour half a dozen cheese slices.  

Oh, and look what Mr. Smartypants did.

Why?

"Well, you said to stop throwing my dirty clothes on the floor."  No comment.

I know I've totally skipped the Christmas blogpost.  No worries.  I'm sure I'll get to it before next Christmas.  I will give you a little sneak peek as to how well my kids are treating their brand spankin' new toys, though.

Can I interest you in a game of head-less, ball-less Hungry Hippo, anyone?