Daisy stuff....

Daisy is 3 months old and weighs 12 lbs 12 oz. Remember, She was our little runt baby at 9 lbs 9 oz at birth, then, cause she's one of our babies she lost a whole pound 3 days later. Jaundice-y fun.



Enjoying a "Bumbo seat"

When I use to feed D in the middle of the night, (now she's pretty good and usually sleeps until 5:30am or later) we had many speaks. One time she was getting on my very tired nerve. I told her that she wasn't very patient and perhaps she should work on that. A few middle of the nights later she was eating like a champ and Max rolled over and said "D's been working on her patience, hasn't she?"

Baby camo.

Her cute little blessing shoe-ed feet. And my Dad's feet too ^

Almost every middle of the night feeding I had to say "IT'S NEVER THERE" cause Daisy would try to eat my arm or elbow pit. You haven't lived until your baby has licked your arm. Gooood times.

Dad and the tent cot.

We've had a rough go of it this week, with germs and sickies running rampid. All the girls (even me) have been sick - but mostly Ru and Daisy. Ruby got it the worst and was out of school ALL week. She's still sick! Max set his tent cot up for Maddy to sleep in so Ruby wouldn't keep her up with all the coughing at night. Max got in it to take a nap this afternoon and got so excited about it that he couldn't sleep.

Daisy isn't the most charming of eaters. (she really needs to keep working on her patience) I always feed her on one side -burp - feed her on the other side and burp. Almost every time I start the burping part she freaks out. I finally had to tell her that burping was part of the program. I said "we eat ..burp ..eat ..and burp again. And that this was the burping part of the program. She understood -- but only sometimes.

Speaking of burbing, sometimes Daisy can burp so loud that I think her lips actually vibrate like Homer's drunken friend on the Simpson's.

Taa dah!

Ha HA funny funny...

Our Jason neighbor, the one with the horses, stopped by last night. He was talking to Max and said, "Hillary's funny" Max said to him "she's not as funny when you live with her"

I told Max that my hilariousness was wasted on him.

Something a little funny....

I was taking the Mads to school this morning......curse you daylight savings...... when we saw a peculiar sight. An oldish man was pushing an empty wheel chair up the road, looking rather out of sorts. About half a block down the road was a nurse running like she had lost..... well, an oldish man and an empty wheelchair. And still another half block down the road is where the Latter day Assisted Living building is. Which I can only assume is where that oldie man belonged with his wheel chair.

Funny--- but only because he got safe.

PS the nurse was smiling as she huffed and puffed, I'm pretty sure she thought it was funny too. or maybe she was embarrassed, or maybe she was relieved to see the oldie man safe too.

stuff the girls say that may only be funny to me....

The other night, Maddy was off to bed. I was sitting on our STATIC charged couch, and when she leaned down to kiss me, it shocked us. I said (teasingly) "Owww, how rude". She said.... "love hurts" and she walked away. HUmph.


I was tucking Ruby in the other night, I said "goodnight Ru, I love you". Ruby said: "I love Daddy!" I guess she didn't get the memo that if you are an 11 pound baby, you should be sweet to your mother ALL the rest of your life. PS I got that memo, Mom.


Another Ruby burn. we (meaning MAX) always asks Ruby who her #1 is. Last month at dinner, she said "Mama, what # are you?" I, of course, said "I"m your #1" With out skipping a beat said "no, that's Daddy".


Ruby was cleaning her room, (shocker) when she came out and told me she needed a fork. Apparently, she had gotten some small thing stuck under her bookcase and needed to fetch it. I told her OK, and to bring me the fork when she was finished. And I forgot about it. She, of course, didn't bring me the fork. That night, Max was tucking her in and I hear "Ru, why is there a fork in your bed?" Ruby said "I needed it for my bookcase". Then he tucked Maddy in, Maddy said "Dad, why do you have a fork in your hand". He said "it was in Ruby's bed."

Maddy muttered: "Of course it was."

Every night after dinner I force want the family to clean up together. Maddy is USUALLY super at it. She USUALLY is the only one who stays until everything is finished.

This night, as soon as dinner was over she went and cuddled with Max on our big red chair. I said "hey Mads, come clear your dishes". She looked at Max and said "When in doubt, SNORE" and then BOTH of them started to snore. DEAD MEAT, those people.

Ruby woke up one Saturday morning, and came running out into the living room. She said, all out of breath and flustered, "Mama, in the nighttime, 'P' fell on my head." We thought "pee" she meant the 'P' alphabet pictures that are all around the top of her room. It was mostly funny because we were wondering how pee fell on her head. That'd be gross.

And last but not least, I can put my super long hair* in a pony tail. (mostly the back, the front is all short and I just have to tuck it behind my ears) My hair was bugging me the other night so I put it in a pony. Ruby looked at me and said, "you look like that boy we saw once". We saw him at the TIRE STORE and he was ugly and dirty and his hair probably had cooties. I took my pony tail out.

*I have super long hair because Maddy wants to grow her hair out and we seem to never do it. She always chickens out at the in between length and I'm more than happy to snip it into a fabulous pixie cut. So, at the first of the school year, I told her that WE wouldn't cut our hair until she was 11. (yes we're trimming still) It's been 5 months. It's driving me insane.

Ru needs her own blog...

Yesterday, Ru came running in to me saying: " Mama, there is a cat outside and I need to bark at it." Now that would be funny just by itself, but then I asked her why she needed to bark at the cat, And she said: "Because, it will be scared - and that's funny."