Just a few of the things you're missing if you don't live with 4 boys!
Last night when Doug came home, he had a bouquet of flowers and the "Juno" soundtrack for me. Just because! And to think...all I had done for him was mock him on my blog! (He--obviously--hadn't read it yet.) Whoops! (See his rebuttal here.) I should mention that despite my mockery, I really do think he's the ideal husband. And I'm super lucky I tricked him into marrying me! (Long courtships are for suckers!)
When we took our friends to the airport the other day, all the kids were sad to be leaving each other but Bella looked especially sad. Then, on the drive, I looked in the rear view mirror to see Max with his arm around her running his hand comfortingly over her hair. It was so cute and yet startlingly grown-up all at the same time. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!
Yesterday morning, Sam marched into my room proclaiming this:
S: You weewee wet me down, Mom!
Me: What Sam?
S: You weewee wet me down!!!
Me: I really let you down?
Me: Why? How did I let you down?
S: Cause I miss da M*'s!!! (Fake sobs.)
Me: Yeah. I miss the M*'s too.
(I love that Sammy-Boy!)
Tomorrow Max has his "Kindergarten Celebration" at school. When he brought home the flyer he asked if I would be able to be there. I said, yes, of course, I would be there.
He replied (with slight hostility);
"Good! I didn't want to practice all those songs for nothing!!!"
Gabe had his one year check-up a few days ago. (Yes, a month late! Lay off, alright?!?) He weighs 22'9" (25%), and is 30.75 inches long (75%).
Although he is still the cutest baby on the face of the planet, (sorry baby friends) he has recently started shrieking loudly if he doesn't get the toy he wants or if a big brother takes something from him. Not only that, but lately during diaper changes, he's been testing out some acrobatic feats worthy of Cirque du Soleil. He can twist out of my grasp in seconds which may or may not lead to me muttering potty words under my breath whilst swatting erratically at his retreating poop-covered bum. (Don't even try to defend him, Mom!)
This means we will shortly be changing his nickname from "Angel Baby" to "Senor Diablo" or something of the sort. Any suggestions? It has to be catchy!
Last thing: I've been a little worried about Sam lately. He's very averse to change and we've got LOTS in our immediate future. So I've been trying to talk to him about Japan to prepare him and get him ready for the transition. But he's still not entirely 'with me' because whenever he gets upset he starts crying and yells; "and I NOT going to move to Disney Woad! Neva eva eva! It's too fa away and I hate it!"
Alright Sammy. I promise we'll never ever ever move to Disney World. But we will be in Florida for the month of July. I hope that's alright. And does this also mean Tokyo Disney is out?
And one more last thing. You STILL have a chance to win homemade Snickerdoodles if you comment on yesterday's post and leave me some brilliant advice. The competition is stiff, but give it a try anyway. The contest will end on Sunday!