Sunday, May 31, 2009

My River




Every time we go to the creek I think of the Natalie Merchant singing Where I go, particularly this verse:

Well I go to the river to soothe my mind, to ponder over the crazy days of my life.
Watch the river flow, ease my mind and soul.....


I know everybody has crazy days. Since mainbain and I began taking the First Responder training last week it's been a bit more than crazy around here. We got out of class early yesterday and took the baintrain to the creek.

For an hour and a half there was nothing to worry about. No cell phone signal, nothing more important to do than swim and skip rocks and laugh and shiver a bit.

Wish we could go everyday - just for perspective!
Lib












For the Record


Stringbain got his first black eye on May 23, 2009. A bit surprising that it happened in the front yard, not at one of the 200 + baseball games he's played in. Also for the record, limabain was the perpetrator.

If I don't put it here, not only will no one ever know - there's no way I would ever remember the year of this type of momentous event.

Here's the algorithm:

4 kids + big things happening everyday - reporter skills = short & long term memory loss.

For posterity,

Lib

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Cool Mom

A cool mom allows her 10 year old to attempt a mohawk and when it doesn't turn out as planned, a military grade buzz, and then allows her husband to give her pleading 3 year old one to match. I think.

Another day, another story,
Em

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Monday, May 25, 2009

Insight

During our meeting tonight I was trying to explain what continung-ed class mainbain and I are taking tomorrow night.
I said "we are going to learn"....and paused for just a second when mexicanjumpingbain chimed in "how to be real grown ups?!"

I think it was a compliment.

Lib
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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Dear God

Dear God,

Please make the clouds and rain go away so I can swim in the ocean and then go get fudge at the fudge store.

Amen.

Another day, another story,
Em
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Friday, May 22, 2009

Karate Kid

It is really difficult not to laugh when your 3 year old says, "I wish I could kick his butt." Referring to the nice officer who wrote your husband a speeding ticket.

Another day, another story,
Em
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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Playing Hurt

Funny, you can hardly see the raging strep bacteria in my throat in this picture. Initially, I didn't think this story was relevant, but it's universal to all mothers. Sometimes you just have to take a couple of shots in your backside, pop a few pain killers, put on your heels and play through the pain.

Mothers do it all the time. We simply get up and keep going regardless of the pain. Right after childbirth. During an ugly cold or flu-your childrens' or your own. And in this case, strep throat.


My husband's 40th birthday dinner with friends was not going to be postponed, ruined or even affected by my crappy bacterial luck. I say it all the time, "I married the right man." He is strong, honest, loyal, loving, steady, calm and handsome. And this very special celebration was going to happen. And it was perfect.

Another day, another story,
Em

Saturday, May 16, 2009

St. Mom

One word: LOVE.
It makes you do things for your kids like play soccer in the wet grass with freshly polished toes.
Granted I'm no Mother Teresa, but everyone has to make a sacrifice every now and then.
It was my turn today,
Lib
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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Eavesdropping

I've just finished the massive bedtime ritual which includes multiple books, prayers, last-minute trips to the kitchen for water and to the bathroom to pee it out and am standing in the hallway snooping on them.

The days of them all sharing bunk beds in one room is fast coming to an end. We've begun construction on another bedroom upstairs that will be finished for string and lima by the end of the summer.

But right now, Stringbain is busy spinning a tale about giants and pirates and sheiks for all of his brothers. He's even adding in the parts they suggest. To say he's sweet is a ridiculous understatement.

What must it be like to have 3 best friends around all the time?
At times, I am a little jealous....
Lib

What's for dinner?

Just wondered aloud, "What should we have for dinner?"

Appropriate enough, but a little late to be just now deciding....well, actually that is pretty normal around this house.

Less appropriate to most, but much funnier to me, Number 4 walks over to me, gets nose-to-nose and says with a joyous grin, "Sonie!". Good thing Sonic doesn't deliver.

Another day, another story,
Em
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They're always listening

My threats about what to do with four kids all day every day this summer have been heard.

Over a little breakfast bickering (2 minutes ago), Number 2 says to me, "You should send him to dictator school!"

Dictator school. Military school. They get the gist.

Another day, another story,
Em
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Bee an astronaut


Mexicanjumpingbain was literally jumping with excitement when Uncle W asked him to help put out new beehives this afternoon.

When I asked him the best part about bee-keeping, he quipped - the astronaut hat, of course!

He kept asking what he resembled the most: an astronaut, a alien-catcher or a bee keeper?

What's your vote?

Lib

Hand-me-down


Consignment: a fact of life.

In a family with 4 boys, the dress clothes that make it get passed down.

What seems like at least a hundred years ago, but I know was actually about 8, my super-mom and I smocked the outfit butterbain is wearing. I've almost sold it countless times at a consignment sales thinking I was not going to have any more boys (HA!).

Now I'm so glad I didn't succumb to the temptation of the easy buck. This past Sunday as we were getting dressed for church, butterbain was dancing around on my bed singing "Sheep dogs, sheep dogs, I'm wearing the sheepdogs!" I realized that he'll be the last one of my babies to wear it. Of course I'll probably share it with nephews and other friends, but this season is the last of my sheep dog seasons.

It's so strange to realize how many memories one little outfit can conjure up: sitting around the dining room table getting smocking instructions from Mamma while making it. Stringbain getting pictures in it, and lima and mexican wearing both this one and the matching bubble to a wedding. And now butterbain, with his darling song....

It's the reason I love hand-me-downs: the flood of specific memories stored up in one little thing. It's the reason I will probably never give up every single Rubbermaid tub with clothes stored in the basement. It's the reason when my boys have boys - which they most certainly will - I might have some sheep dogs waiting on those grandbabies.

Lib

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Quarterly Earnings Report

Another day, another story,
Em
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Saturday, May 2, 2009

Speechless

While we were watching a movie tonight limabain asked if he could snack on some cheese. It was quiet in the kitchen and then he appeared with a small ramekin filled with cut up cheese. Didn't think a thing about it, really, until.....coming into the kitchen after tucking him in.

He ate a pound of cheese.

A POUND, I just checked the wrapper....

I hope he's a wanna-be organic gardener by the time he's a teenager, so he can GROW some of the bushels of food he'll obviously be consuming!

Lib
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Unbelieveable

Number 2's birth week festivities concluded with this morning's All Boy-Pizza-Cake-Nerf Gun (indoor due to rain!) Battle Birthday Party at our house attended by 5 first graders, 1 fourth grader, and of course our own 4 boys. One kid summed it up perfectly as he ran by gunning for St. Joel, "This is the most awsomest birthday party I've ever been to.! ! !"

Number 2 is now 8 years old and as cliche as it sounds, it is just unbelieveable to me. Unbelievable he was 9 pounds when he was born. Unbelievable that he talks non-stop, yet didn't say his name until he was 3 years old. Unbelievable that 8 years can go by this fast. Unbelieveable that just writing this brings me to tears.

Another day, another story
Em

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