Breakfast fun

Breakfast sumo style



There is a general refusal to sit and eat like normal human beings in my house. The girls insist sitting on the table and landon prefers his hot cereal in the living room. All these things I know are directly my fault and I take full resposibility for enabling this. Whe


Landon guarding his precious city


Harper beating Tegan over eggs and then yelling in german at me to make more


This is the only time I see Harper aggressive. Any other time she is my one child that vise grips my finger when crossing the "wobbly crazy bridge" at the park. Taking each step slow and cautious, while the other two dominate it.

So it begins

There's no turning back now
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Bloody Potatoes

Highlights from last evening. To good not share (mind you, this is the after vacuuming picture)

While attempting to cook potato ham soup that involves a roux (scary I know) a sequence of events occurred while during, I went to this alternate void of mind numbness. I did not stop to think about what was happening or I would've cried. Straight up. I laughed instead, took pictures, and muttered a few things under my breath that will remain and settled between God and I.

What set it all off and spiraling downwards was a major cut to my thumb that if a 1/4" longer would involve stitches for sure. While trying not to bleed all over dinner and burn everything, I wrap my finger up in a dishtowel while all three kids are somewhat content playing "cooking". Mind you, Cooking involves plastic food for the girls, however it involves an assortment of spices, and random shavings of expired pantry food for Landon. Of course the frantic shuffling on my behalf stirs the children out of their playing zone.

while my back is turned I hear the dreaded words "uhoh mommy, I spilled it" Nostrils flared and deep inhaling, I turn to see what this Silent spilling substance was. Brown, fluffy and everywhere. cocoa powder i.e. brown devil powder. Landon frantically trying to clean it up and the girls were like bees to honey, finger painting their masterpieces in it. It is officially the WORST thing ever to try and clean. Not only was it all over the kids but it was all over my floor. Vacuuming cocoa powder, not so much. Somehow, I get this mess cleaned while not ruining dinner. Shaun walked in the door greeted by 3 naked children, a pile of brown clothes, and a strange funky smelling "dinner" Landon created for him that I found hidden in the fridge this morning.

The evening ended in it's usual manner. Shuffling of activity, some tears, cushion forts, and story time with Shaun. (My personal favorite) The girls love sitting in Shaun's lap with books. They don't actually listen so Shaun ends up veering away from the actual written words. Last night Elmo goes to the Train Station became, Elmo goes to Hogwarts. Shaun mildly follows Harry potter (watches the movies) so to hear him talking about Elmo on the train fighting off dementors had me in tears.

jungs-myers-briggs-kipker

My new key to survival has been found through the most unlikely of sources.
The girls bring it offerings as if it were some god from outer space, they circle it, giggle with joy and clap as it blows stinky vacuum air in their faces.

The boy, shrivels, hides quietly in the corner and plays as if to say "if she thinks I am playing good, she won't come near me" He keeps one eye on me at all times and any sudden movement that might mean I am coming anywhere near him, he flinches and crumbles into a million little pieces. Yes folks, it is that dramatic when the vacuum comes out. I have decided to use it as a personality test for my children. I sometimes leave it in the middle of the room and watch in wonder as they approach it. The boy is all about it's parts and pieces and pretend "cleaning" when it's off. The girls, still interested will smack it push it etc.

However, when turned on, the boy runs in terror and the girls come alive shrieking and clapping. It's especially funny if you leave it plugged in while turned off in the middle of the room. Someone's bound to accidentally turn it on while poking and prodding it, now that's a show.

Family of 5

Indeed.

The lioness in me is asleep. At dinner last night, I looked over at Shaun and said, "I am happy". and I am, I truly am. I realize how lucky I am to feel this content, this still. The past 30 years of my life were a blur of activity, the usual path of life. The past 10 years in particular were responsible for most of the blur, graduate college, find a career, move, fall in love, marry, buy a house, have children etc....

It probably helps that I found a creative outlet to tunnel all that fury and need for constant change that starts to fuel up. We are done building our family, now it's time to enjoy. I am done looking for that next thing looming in the near future (moving) as we are very quickly out growing our beloved house. We are as stable as can be and I am blissfully happy and so real about it.

and the mystery deepens

There are many times in my life where small things occur and I shrug them off as meaningless annoyances. Example, grape tomatoes spilling out in my car at 9pm after a long day. So when I go back and dissect that, I firmly believe there was a reason those tomatoes spilled out in my car. Small as it might be, I was suppose to be there at 9pm searching in the darkness for these specific tomatoes. Of course, it can go much further then that. What if I had bought a different container? what if I hadn't hit my brakes to hard? I know this thoughts process is nothing new and has been explored in several movies but when you actually realize it in the moment of what you are doing it can change you in several ways.

So my story begins. We left the specialist yesterday with the mysterious bone back where it belongs. Strongly connected and clearly visible on screen. Our little precious angel was whole again (not that a bone makes you whole, you know what I mean) and we were told we had a normal healthy baby and she could go on living life accordingly. The doctor said it really was a rare happening that a person can move in such a way at the precise moment that it can actually make a bone disappear in x-ray. Covering her butt (maybe) a miracle (maybe) whatever it was, i'll take it. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers, They worked!

A mysterious bone and other strange tales

We begin this tale in a dark, confusing and scary land called
orthopeadic specialist-ville. We were referred to them by our family doctor who just wanted to double check a popping sound in both girls shoulder ligaments. So, a few trips into g.r. later we were told nothing to be concerned of, everything is where it is suppose to be etc...They wanted to monitor Tegan yearly for her hip bone due to some uneveness there.

ah relief. Now here we are a few weeks later and let me just paint a picture for you. A trashed house, cartoons blaring in an effort to distract from any battles that might arise from the 3 year old, and two crabby sick babies pulling on my legs, whining, no, wailing. Throw in some food,clutter, poop, dog fur, dirty dishes, and phone calls and you have my morning. This is all by 8 o clock. So when a number appeared on my phone I didn't recognize, I took a chance and answered it. Glad I did.

It was the Specialist letting me know that because they were so focused on the shoulder's, hip's, etc. They didn't notice that My dear, sensitive Harper was missing her clavicle bone. I didn't really know how to respond, other then make the face I usually do while waiting in line at meijer. To sum it up, we have a consult with the doctor in two weeks to basically drill her and get all the information we can and come up with a treatment plan for her. All I know for sure is that I love my little Harper more then anything and if I could, I would take my clavicle out and give it to her.

As we learn more about this medical mystery I will update accordingly. yikes. Being told your child has a "deformity" is a lot to take in, and even though we are less than a week into processing this, First and foremost, I am banning that word from ever being used to describe my child.