Hi Everyone!

I wanted to briefly check in to say hello and to let you know that we are doing well. We had a terrific Easter.

I hope to spend some time here to post a bit about it as well as the science fair but unfortunately, Allyson is a bit of a handful lately.

She is not napping very well. I am not sure if any of your children did this, but all of mine did...She pulls herself up in the crib and cries and cries and cries when I leave the room at sleep times. Up until now, she would fuss for a minute and then settle for a nice slumber. So as I type I am listening to her sobbing.

If you have any words of wisdom, please share. I have been going in and laying her down, rubbing her back and telling my sweet baby it's okay. This is only because she cried for an hour standing up the other day. She knows how to sit back down, but wont? My heart breaks listening to this.

Anyway...Have a nice day.

UPDATE

I decided to put her in for naps in the playpen. It's worked out much better this way because she can't climb up as easily so my poor tired girl quickly gives up and goes to sleep. It takes weeks for my children to learn how to fall asleep on their own, but I truly believe that this is a gift to give a child,even though I absolutley love cuddling!!!

Seats

Why is it that kids fight over seats? It drives Neil and I bonkers. I have to admit that my brother's and I used to do this too, so perhaps I passed on a mutant gene or something, however it doesn't make it any less annoying. Here is a brief sample of what we hear at least ten times a day...

"I call the window seat!" "I'm sitting next to the high chair!"

"Hey, I was sitting there!" "MOM! Zach stole my seat!"

"He had that seat on the way!"

Lindsey (our four year old) is the worst these days. If, for one tiny moment during the day she rested her cute little bottom on a surface, it is HERS for the day and will fight to the end to keep it. It is difficult to even try and reason with her. We keep waiting for the day that she gets it, but until then, I find myself constantly saying phrases such as:

"Now Lulu (her nickname) when you get up, some else can sit here."

Or, "I realize that you were on that swing 47 minutes ago, but now that boy wants a turn. Look at how happy he is! You may go over and politely wait. No, you can't go tell him that you want the swing back this instant."

Calgon take me away!

We are dropping like flies around here...

I will be on a "blogger break" for a few days. It started with Zachary on Monday and like dominos, it is knocking each of my sweet children down for the count.
It's really not anything serious, but you know how it is. "Can I have some soup? I need a tissue! Can you snuggle with me? Mom, come look at what I just coughed up!" Ewww.

Let's hope I don't get sick. I have big plans on Sunday. I am going out with my favorite dance buddy Melissa! YAY!


5-6-7-8! <....inside joke. Hi Paul! ;)

Oh boy

Last night Lindsey and I were snuggling in her bed reading a story before bedtime. I thoughtfully chose a nativity story to read because we've been trying to keep in mind...the reason for the season. Our precocious (yet sweet) almost four year old knows the story well. We have many different picture books about Baby Jesus that we both enjoy. (Is it weird that I sometimes get choked up while reading this story?) Anyway, when we turn to the last page, there is a beautiful drawing of the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. "Aww," I softly exclaim referring to Jesus, "Isn't he just so lovely?" Lindsey quickly replies, "Is he naked with a penis under there?" Gulp.

Here goes nothing...

It's not easy to share your thoughts. So I am going to take this slowly. (Gulp)

Today is a lazy Sunday. Two of our children are sick and our oldest is in a soccer tournament about an hour away. So hubby is on the road headed for the game, the baby is taking a nap, and the three remaining children are playing a game. (Let's see how long that lasts before somebody starts crying??!) I say this because when the kids are sick they are ultra sensitive. I once called our son a silly goose when he had a fever and he cried for twenty minutes. Who knew?

Here is the bright side of this situation...

I have a tasty mug of semi-warm coffee in front of me.

The kids are most likely suffering from a virus...nothing serious.

It's NOT a stomach bug!

And I will save a little in the laundry department because it will probably
be a pajama day for at least two people in our home today.