Quotes

Yesterday's ripper: "I know the most about Jesus, cause I have 4 Bibles" - D. Today's beauty: "I am old enough now to listen to your talking" - L.

Putting it out there

Okay, so I'm supposed to be the mature one, right? Well, sometimes I just want to be grumpy, like when I plan a project and #1 child decides he doesn't want to do it because I said it has to be done with GLUE because TAPE wouldn't work. Yes, that was the quarrel. He likes TAPE. And I wanted to say, "you WILL do the project I have planned", but instead, I did a more disguised version of immaturity, which sounded basically like this: "Okay, you go find your own project that you can use tape with, cause this is the one that I've planned, and I'll do it with Laura." And as if to spite me (and I think it was), he TAPED lots of things to a piece of paper and seemed genuinely happy with his *project*. So in the spirit of my cousin Shelby, I'm putting it out there, cause I'm not afraid to share the down moments, right?! Right. Hmph.

Mess

I was making the bed and stepped on something on Andrew's side of the bed. Most unusual. Hmmm. My type-A husband left a mess. So odd, I got out the camera just to prove it happened.

Nick - 8 months and crawling

Well, actually crawling, not quite, but he has officially crawled, so maybe he's just cool with that. Random video Photo that every baby must have of him/herself eating with hands. Yuck but fun, and I certainly didn't stage it.

Laura is finally 3

Finally Laura can say she's 3 instead of answering the age question with "I'm two but I'm turning free on my next birsday!" Thanks for joining our family Laura. You're fun, feisty and strong, and we seriously wouldn't have you any other way. Daniel has loved his 'sisser Yora" from the day he met you and beeped your nose, and you and Nick already have a great little bond between you. Happy Birthday Lori-Lori!

Separated at birth... or not!

Daniel has 2 joined toes on each foot - half way up. We debated getting them snipped apart, but decided against it for some reason. He's never seemed to notice it much. I was clipping his toenails yesterday, and he calmly points to them and says, "These two are in love." Really?!! I tried to get him to say why those particular two (I'm sure he thought it was plainly obvious!), but all he had for me was the fact that they were in love. Imagine if we HAD separated them?! Unrequited love!

*Sigh*

My sister just put this on her blog, and I just couldn't stop laughing, so have to share. It's titled: "Are women born this way?"

Bruny fun

It really is worth the effort it takes to get to Bruny Island. In an attempt to enjoy ourselves while Andrew is away (as opposed to doing the daily grind just around home), we headed to Bruny for 3 nights, invited some friends and had a great time. Some fun pics...

12 days

We sent Andrew off to Ethiopia today. What???!! Ethiopia? Is he seriously going there without me? And just in case you think he is Horrible Husband for leaving me with the kids so soon again for an extended period (reminder: a week in the U.S. after he came back to AUS), I encouraged this trip, I am only jealous that it didn't work for me to go too. But to Africa, of all places. Will have to get there one day. So... me + kids for 12 days = lots of ups and downs, but I do like my evenings. It's the days that will be long. So we're off to Bruny tomorrow for a few nights. The beach always does good things for the soul, even if it's freezing cold!

Pictures? I think not.

So I did the crossing of the Pacific with 3 bubs on my own. The flight: great. The travel through airports: HARD. I would love to post some pictures, but maybe it'll be no surprise that I took NONE! How exactly would I have taken a picture while pushing TWO luggage trolleys, each with a child and suitcases on them, and with Nick in the carrier on me? No, I didn't take any pictures, but others did... Below is the email I wrote my family on the day I arrived back. Excuse the lack of succinctness, I can't be bothered editing it much - I'm only barely back in the land of the living after the trip. :) --- Okay, there were 2 moments where I thought it was all just going to go downhill fast, but I'll tell you the story first... Checking into the Qantas flight at San Francisco airport - they didn't have a bassinet row for me with all 3 in the same row - they had 1 or 2 seats across the aisle, and me in the bassinet seat. Or - I could do all of us together in a normal row - no bassinet. NO. NO!! I just couldn't fathom doing that flight without a bassinet, or with the kids across the aisle - just imagine them not wanting to stay in their seat, but wanting to sit with me, and always being in the way of people walking the aisles... disaster. So I was pretty teary - not really crying, but not knowing what to do. FINALLY, the lady figured it out. She was really nice and trying to be helpful, but it just took awhile to figure out what to do, and in the meantime I was thinking that I might be staying in SFran for a few days because there wasn't another flight till Saturday, and I was seriously not getting on the plane without all of us in the bassinet row... Anyway, she moved another group of 2 adults with a kid, and just put one of the adults across the aisle, which is better than kids being separated from parents (duh!)... But then we sat in the row with a guy who didn't even have a baby in the bassinet next to ours. Ahhh, the joys of flying. Okay, so we got all checked in and went to eat. Got our food - all hot and smelling good - and Laura announces that she has to go to the bathroom. Great. Take the food back to the hot counter to maybe keep warm for a few minutes. Drag everyone to the bathroom... Came back and started to eat, and Laura THROWS UP all over the floor. Misses any of our stuff, and airport staff clean up the mess. Great. She seems fine, eats more and we get to the plane. Taxiing down the runway, everyone buckled in, and Laura does the 2nd throw up. HUGE, multiple times, looks like diarhea. Seriously gross. Lucky Nick and Daniel were asleep and missed it, but since we hadn't taken off yet, we had to sit with the mess for 15 minutes before I could get up and call for someone to help clean it up. Bad start. But all went well and the kids slept 8-9 hours, Nicholas even more, and that was magic. I slept 6-7 hours I think. Then came the airport transfers where neither of the two older kids wanted to be helpful AT ALL. I don't blame them, really, but it was hard. Luckily people were there to help, but it was still a lot of work, and I ended up pushing two luggage carts, with luggage and a kid on each of them, side by side, through customs and out the arrival gates where there are hundreds of people waiting to greet people coming off. Great. I heard "now there's a photo!" from one person, and then saw another guy taking a PICTURE of me on his phone. Funny, but also not. He was embarrassed to see that I saw him doing it. Most of the people I looked at were already looking at me. Quite a few people asked me where my husband was. Then there was this great airport staff lady who helped me to the domestic transfer spot, and then an American couple who helped me with all the bags through security, onto the bus with the kids, and all the way to the domestic drop off where they had a buggy waiting to take us to the gate. The kids thought that was great. We stopped off for some bottles of water, and the guy at the stand said I had my hands full and gave the kids a lollipop. Very nice. When we got on the last flight, I said to Daniel, "wow, we had a lot of helpful people today, what would we have done without them?!" He said, "I thinkt the most helpful person was the guy who gave us the lollipop!" Classic. Now I'm home and the kids slept pretty well through the night. Seriously happy to be done with that travel - would do the flight again (minus throw up), but I could do without the airport crap. :)