And Lyon says...

After I scolded my boys for taking their clothes off their hangers

Lyon says to me,

"Mom, I sorry for pulling my clothes off the hangs"

Toll Booth Exact Coin (posted by Phil;)

Remember THIS post? Well,

At another toll booth we knew the toll was $1 we had it so we went to the "Exact Coin" lane were, to our surprise there was nothing to take our dollar there was just a basket contraption for coins.

(google image)

We sat there for quite some time debating the situation, fold the dollar, give the three quarters we had, what to do, what to do. So we decided what can we do, and we drove on through.

Well a little over a month later what shows up in our mail but a notice from the Car Rental Agency saying we had been charged $11.

$1 for the toll and $10 for an administration fee. So the moral of the story, come prepared with plenty of coins and bills for paying tolls while on vacation.

Thanks for reading :)

-Phil

And Bear Says...

All of you Latter-Day Saints will really be able to appreciate this one,

"Mom, do [LDS] missionaries have guns?"

Lol! No!

Apple sauce

One of my boys (AKA Bear)

got himself some applesauce.

He took one bite and left it on a small table

within Fenix's reach.

Like a moth to a flame I tell you.

One minute she was on the other side of the house,

I turned around once and there she was

in all her glory

spoon feeding the floor,

her legs,

and her mouth.

Well of course I grabbed my camera!

Seriously look how cute she is...

Sadly she tried to pull herself up to standing and I snapped this picture just as she slipped on the applesauce.

Poor thing.

I will give her credit for shaking it off and resuming trying to eat the applesauce.

Though by then I'd put my camera down

;D

And Lyon says...

He comes up behind me and starts tapping me on the shoulder.

I turn around and ask him "What?"

He says,

"Mom, I like bugs.."

Yesterday

Well yesterday did not get better.

I thought it might.

I was able to fit in a shower and a workout without the kids flying in to temper tantrums.

I was in such a good mood because of this that I decided that I would take the kids to the park.

It was nice and sunny outside and we hadn't been to the park in a long time so why not.

Well, I quickly remembered why not.

I suppose its possible I am a glutton for punishment, but what can I do....

The park is located nearly a mile from my house. An easy walk for me alone, but with three kids well it took us 45 minutes. Bear wanted to ride his scooter, so naturally so did Lyon. I strapped on their helmets got Fenix set up in her stroller and we were off. I tried so hard to be patient. I really did, but when Lyon stopped for the hundredth time to get a closer look at a rock or a stick it was all I could do not to fly into a temper tantrum myself. Poor Lyon just wants to explore. He had a hard time steering his scooter and went at the slowest crawl possible. Somehow we managed to make it to the park. Only to find some huge strange dog running around ownerless. At that point I was ready to start bawling. I didn't. Instead I sat down and told Lyon over and over again to please not chase after the dog. It was a strange dog after all who knows what it was capable of. I don't know if it was a "nice" dog, but any dog without an owner says to me, "I must not be nice".

Anyway we finally headed home. Unfortunately I chose the worst possible time to do so. The way home passes an elementary school. School had just gotten out as we headed past it. The swarm of cars, kids, kids on bikes, kids on scooters, kids on skateboards was overwhelming to say the least. Bear got way ahead of me, while I alternately pulled Lyon on his scooter and carried his scooter while he walked beside me. It took us an eternity to get home. But we did manage to do so unscathed.

Of course, Sissy Fenix cried the whole walk home and when I got her out of her stroller I realized why. She was completely soaked, poor baby. So I took her soaked jammy and diaper off and let her crawl around naked for a few minutes to "air out" I thought I'd just check my email real quick. As I sat entranced by my computer I was content letting the horror of our trip to the park fade into the past, only to be shaken from my reverie by a big wet fart. Not mine, oh no, somewhere down below me. I glanced up, and mind you I'd only been on the computer for five minutes, and then looked down and there sat Fenix, in a puddle of poop. The day was apparently bound to be a poopy one. (At least the puddle was on my kitchen floor and not the carpet) Not only was she sitting in this puddle of poop she was playing in it. It was all over a cup that she had and all over her arms. And on top of that she began to be curious as to the nature of this wet stuff around her and started dipping her finger in it. Luckily I stopped her before it ended up in her mouth. I Cried out to Bear to please go get the wipes, while I picked up Fenix and moved her out of the puddle. I set her on another spot on my kitchen floor where she tried to crawl from to have a better view of her puddle. I was trying to clean up the puddle while she crawled around the kitchen leaving butt prints of poo along the way. Now there is something that I never thought I'd be talking about, poopy butt prints.

Oh dear, the adventure continues, what will happen next......

I must say that as I write this this morning I am laughing very hard, so no worries all is well ;D

And Bear Says...

"Mom, I want to be a writer when I grow up."

Monday mournings

Its Monday morning.

Eight AM.

Its already started out to be a crappy day.

I am really really hoping that from this point on, this day will go forward awesomely.

I woke-up to one little boy asking if it was alright if he could get in the shower because he had an accident last night (he peed his bed). I told him to go ahead. The next thing I knew my second little boy was by my bed side yelling at me. I couldn't understand what he was saying. So in my half asleep state I tried to guess what he needed, every guess was wrong, and every guess made my little boy madder. He yelled and cried, and screamed.

Yes, this is exactly the way that I want to wake-up in the morning. Already being told that I am a bad Mom, not good enough, and already feeling guilty for not waking up before my kids did. If I had I would have been prepared for this onslaught of "Momomomomomomomomomomomom, MOOOOOOM!"

As it was I was completely caught off guard.

When I finally figured out what my little boy wanted it was too late. He needed to go to the bathroom, but the other little boy was already in there. In his yelling at me angry state the little boy pooped his pants and was thoroughly upset about it. So I put him in my shower. So both boys were taking showers. It took five minutes for all the hot water to be gone. All because we didn't turn our water heaters temp up high enough when we got home from our vacation in Florida. So there stood my little boy shiver shaking, freezing cold, and with poop still running down his legs.

Moral of this story:

-Wake-up before your kids and you will have a better day.

-Ingrain in your child's head that there are two bathrooms (if there are multiple bathrooms in your house, if not I feel for that, I grew up in a one bathroom house) and that if someone is in one then they should use the other.

-Make sure your water heater is turned up high enough that you don't run out of hot water ten minutes after turning it on, or five minutes after two people have turned it on.

PS-I received an award from this lovely lady's blog last week and I wanted to say thank you very much ;D

Rose (me) and Lyon

I actually found a picture of me with one of my kids (Lyon)

How awesomely cute are we ;D

Go link up ;D

Toll booth

If you are from Utah like I am, you don't encounter a lot of toll booths in your day to day driving.

But if your are from an area where toll booths are common place, well....

While visiting Florida driving on the local highways and biways, we encountered many toll booths. Its a bit annoying. I can't imagine having to always be sure that I have enough money for toll booths. Can you imagine having to say,

"Whoops,I don't have money for the toll booths so..."

Weird.

At one toll booth we had our money all ready to pay, but the toll booth guy told us the car in front of us had paid our toll. It wasn't until we drove away in a bit of shock that we realized that we should have paid for the car behind us. How awesome would it have been to pay for the car behind you, and them paying for the car behind them, and so on.... I think that would have been awesome, but we didn't think of it fast enough. (maybe that was what the person ahead of us had in mind and we went and ruined it) Oh well, next time we travel we will be sure to pay for the car behind us when we come to a toll. We could use more simple anonymous kindness in the world, don't you think ;D

And Lyon says...

This was all said in a matter of minutes. I had a hard time keeping up with what he was saying. And this is really how he said it, lol!

"Mom, what dis here for,

Mom, I like dis,

Mom, Taytay's guy did,

Mom, I need sit on couch now,

Mom, we going to Monday,

Mom, which one is Bear's gog [dog]?

Mom, Mom!

After we go in food so we can get Bear's gog.....

And where's my gog?

And I will get my gog too."

That's where it went...

A while back I bought some elastic from the fabric store so I could make some head bands for Fenix. I left it at the foot of my bed for a while not having the time to work on the craft. Finally I was ready to get to work on it, I went into my room to get the elastic and couldn't find it. I was really frustrated thinking that I must have moved it and forgotten. I looked everywhere I could think that I might have put it and couldn't find it. Finally I gave up and figured it would turn up eventually.
Well a month or so passed and I had all but forgotten about the elastic. That is until I went out into my yard to pick up a few toys the boys had left outside that I didn't want to get lost in the recent snow that was falling.
Well, I found more than just a few toys. I found that darned elastic. Though to my boys it was a rope tied to their fort.

And Bear says...

"Mom, I really think you're going to have another baby, and its going to be a boy."

Luck o'the Irish

I'm not worried about wearing green today.

I carry my own green luck with me in the palm of my hand.

And Lyon says...

Having noticed Mac-enzy sitting on the counter, and noticing the display on her screen.

Lyon exclaims,

"Mom, that out a space! That MY out a space!"

Having three little ones (not twins or triplets)...

Its funny because I have had several people ask me how it is with three kids, in the last two weeks. I thought I ought to make a blog post on the subject.

Note that my kids are 5, almost 3, and 9 months. The below details what I have found to be true with my own kids.

Okay so here goes, no holding back:

Three kids is immeasurably harder than two! You have your first baby and you think its hard until you have your second and you realize that NOW its hard. Then just when you think you have it all figured out you have your third and suddenly life as you know it ends.

With two you at least have two hands to hold each with, with three your arms are already full with the baby so you just hope and pray that the first two will listen to you and for the love of life hold onto your pockets and not let go when you cross the street!

Of course if your kids are older than mine were when your baby is born it is possible that that could make things easier. A five year old is probably capable of getting you things if you are stuck on the couch nursing the baby, or realize too late that you need a wipe after you've already taken off baby's poopy diaper and are stuck holding legs and arms out of the mess and cannot reach a wipe. A three year old would probably want to be a little mama/papa and try to nurse (yep my sons did try to nurse my baby) and cuddle with baby, possibly keeping them from trying to act like a baby themself (my 2 yo still acted like a baby he would start blah blah blahing and whaaa whaaa whaaaing, and still does). A five year old is probably old enough to carry your diaper bag when you forget to grab it before picking up the baby in the car seat. And a three year old can probably put baby's pacifier in baby's mouth when it falls out while you are driving and can't do a thing about it.

So maybe having three will just give the older two something to do and you'll just have to referee ;D But then again I could be wrong. There could be more than just the helpfulness....

They could resent the baby for taking all your time and energy. They could gather around you telling you to put down the baby and play with THEM! They could show no mercy for the lack of sleep you've gotten and come bouncing wide awake into your room to wake you up. They may entertain themselves when they are bored by teasing the baby, giving baby choking hazards, carry baby around the house dropping him/her along the way. They could wake baby up from a much needed nap, taking away your much needed break.

At some point you may go stark raving mad and decide you are leaving and never coming back only to change your mind when you think, "but if I'm gone who will feed the baby?"

Yes, I will admit that this has happened to me a few times.

And don't even get me started on how much harder it gets when you get sick and still have to tend to three children rather than stay in bed all day trying to get better. Of course you can't really do that anyway if you have kids, but you can't ask a baby to just watch some TV so you can rest.

So that in a nutshell, is what its like to have three little ones (not twins or triplets I am certain that would be much harder) Still, having 3 is so so so so hard, but I don't regret it for a second, I love each of my children and can't imagine life without them. They are each unique and precious in their own way. They each love each other and are each a strength to one another. This is as much true of two as it is three and four and five.......

And Bear says...

Bear: Huh Mom, cowboys go and gold find.

Me:Uh-huh.

Bear:Mom, why do cowboys gold find?