Tuesday, July 27, 2010

This picture from last night cracks me up.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Happy Birthday Daniel!

Happy 32nd birthday! I reserve the right to relentlessly tease you about your age for precisely 8 weeks. Have a great day! :)
I had a very, very unfortunate hair incident on Saturday. I had spent a year growing it out from a stacked bob to past my shoulders. I agreed to let an apparently crazy woman trim it and add a few layers after she finished cutting Xander's hair. I ended up with a severe mullet. The shortest hairs were literally like 3 inches long on top of my head. It looked a little something like this...I kid you not. It was unbelievable. It was one length just past my shoulders and she did that to it. I almost died. Raced down to the real salon an hour later and had them do hair triage to save it as much as they could. They asked if the woman who cut it was blind. They asked if she was even looking at my head while she cut it. It was that bad. After an hour of damage control I am now sporting a 1970's Bruce Jenner haircut. Daniel would argue that it doesn't look that bad. But if I don't work really hard to pop out the bob formation with hair product, blow dryer and round brush...the weight is all wrong because of the super short parts and it looks just like this...
I'm trying to remember that it's only hair...it will grow back. I had hair almost this short last July and it had already grown all the way out pretty long in a year. So, how long could it possibly take to get better. I'm going to go back in about 8 weeks to continue to correct the shape as the short parts grow out. Not cool.

Sunday, July 25, 2010


Men...sigh. I was cooking dinner and heard a noise behind me. Someone decided to grab this pitcher off the counter that was waiting to be washed and drink the dregs out of the bottom.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Friends

Xander and Leia have had a couple of playdates with friends in the past couple of weeks. This week I was amazed at how much Xander and his little buddy were actually playing together. They usually play near each other, but they were really interacting this week. I guess he is growing up. They rode around on this plasma car for like an hour. It was hilarious.

Believe it or not these boys are about 3 weeks apart in age...and Xander is the older of the two. I accidentally gave him skinny chicken genes.
Of course no manly playdate is complete without the invasion of princesses when you're trying to growl and play trains with your buddy.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Swimming finished last week after a 10 week marathon...and boy are my arms tired. (ba dum ching). I found these photos of the girls on a group album for the team. I thought they were cute. When I look at these pictures I think that they look a lot more alike than people realize, especially in the nose and mouth.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

10 years

If you had asked me the day that we married, I would have told you I couldn't love him more. It was impossible. I would explode and die (ever the drama queen). Ten crazy years have proven my 21 year old self wrong. I guess love has a way of stretching us over time. It certainly has stretched my waistline a bit...oh wait that was the 4 babies...same difference. Happy Anniversary to us!

Monday, July 19, 2010

Fur Baby

My fur baby was snoring with his head lodged between my chin and chest last night until he heard the camera clicking and woke up.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Stewbie-Doo

Someone was doing some recreational potty sitting the other day (a rare event). He thinks he's the king of the throne and points to the tv yelling "Stewbie-Doo" while sucking on a ring pop. Anything to encourage interest in the potty right? My parenting skills are starting to slip the 4th time around. I can't resist that "Stewbie-Doo!" He's like a little potty tyrant. Luckily we can turn it on Netflix instant watch for him...because there is no such thing as a 24/7 Scooby Doo network awaiting his command.

I just gave Percy a bath and Leia keeps telling him that he smells like "sham-poop".

Thursday, July 15, 2010

After we went to the Rodeo with some friends this spring, Leia decided that she absolutely MUST have a pink cowboy hat. Easier said than done. I looked for one for several months before I finally came across this one. I was a little bummed when she tossed it aside and showed little interest in it after opening it on her birthday. I just chalked it up to her being a fickle preschooler. Then I found her sitting at the breakfast table like this the next morning. And the effort was worth it.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Leia's 4th Birthday

As per usual, we are celebrating Leia's birthday over the course of several events spanning about a week. On Saturday night we went to Incredible Pizza (blech). We ate and played games. The kids had fun.

On Sunday after church we had lunch and cake and present opening at Grammy and Grampy's house. That event is the source of all of these photos. Today (Wednesday) Leia went on her birthday shopping date with Grammy and came home with the usual menagerie of self chosen birthday loot.

The final birthday event is the animal themed friend party that we've got planned for Friday. It's been quite a bit of work...but how could you argue with that face. She chose a "friend party at my house"...and that is what she is going to get. We have some fun things planned for that. Pictures will be forthcoming I'm sure.

Crazy eyes and a ketchup face.
By posting this photo I am only reinforcing Grammy's avoidance of me every time
I am holding a camera, especially since she is still recovering from a traumatic
hair coloring incident last week.
Not to diminsh my love of the crazy little stud muffin/Tasmanian devil that lives in our house...
but I wouldn't trade these sisters for anything in the world. They save my life every day as we venture through Xander's terrible two's. I don't know how people with high order multiples survive the more trying phases of their kids development when they are all going through the bad spots simultaneously.
Oh Le-le (reader note: we pronounce that lay-lay, she's the girl of a hundred nicknames) I can't believe you are 4 YEARS OLD! I just can't believe it. You are a joy to have in our family. Every day you tell me that you are bigger because you eat healthy foods and get good sleep. You measure yourself against every chair, counter, and table in the house and show me how big you are. You are awaiting kindergarten next year with extreme anticipation. You refuse to accept the reality that you are smaller/younger than your sisters. It's all just happening so fast...but not fast enough for your liking.

Camping

We went on a little beach camping trip 2 weeks ago that turned into an epic camping disaster. I don't have the energy to write about it, because I already wrote a summary for Daniel's family website when questioned about it there. I'm just going to edit out the last names and repost it here.

I spent several months trying to find a location to beach camp (for Bella). I spent hours online and on the phone to get confirmation that all we needed to do was drive onto the beach access road beach in Matagorda Bay Nature Park and primitive tent camp. I planned the trip, which got bumped back several weekends in a row. The M's decided to join us.

We loaded up and got to the beach at 7pm. Got stuck once in the sand and pulled out by some friendly truck guys. One older gentleman who appeared to know what he was talking about told me that the tide was just going out, and wouldn't be in again until 12:30pm the next afternoon. He said we would be fine to just parallel park on the edge of the hard pack sand and camp overnight.

We set up camp. It was getting dark by the time we finished. M's showed up around 8pm. Set up their tent mostly in the dark with the boy scouts doing the set up to pass off some type of scout requirement. It looked dicey, but they'll have to elaborate on their side of the story.

Fed the kids. Started getting eaten by mosquitos. Used 2 mosquito preventing candles and much deep woods off with little success. Went to bed without making smores which ticked off the 8 kids, because no one brought firewood and it seemed late to fire up our charcoal grill just to attempt smores.

It's hot, and buggy. Leia and Xander wander around inside the tent refusing to lay down until after 11pm. 1:30am, tide appears to be getting closer to the vehicles. 3am ish M is at our tent door saying the water is lapping at our tires. The men try to drive the cars to safety. Daniel is in the lead. He freaks out and buries our van deep in the sand and seaweed. P manages to do better and get their van entirely on the patch of seaweed keeping it away from the water.

P and Daniel wake up another camper with a truck. They try unsuccessfully to free the vans. Ours is now buried even deeper. Tow truck is called at 3:30am. Tow truck takes 45 min to arrive. We wake up the kids and start closing up camp thinking we will need to pack up the vans when rescue arrives. Water is lapping at our van doors. Tow truck gets stuck attempting to reach our area. He calls a 2nd monster tow truck, which must come from 1.5 hours away. We watch a partial lunar eclipse. 2 hours later monster truck arrives to save us. He easily removes us from the sand. Our vehicle is mostly just dirty, no real damage done. Doors did not allow water in...just loads of sand spattered inside from spinning wheels in multiple attempts to free it. Various kids whine about wanting to swim, eat smores, etc. We load up the vans. Tow truck guy starts taking turns towing us each a little bit, then switching to the other. An annoying plan. Just tow one all the way out. We keep getting stuck every time he unhooks us and tries to let us drive out. Hook comes off during towing our van and hook punctures front tire. Daniel and tow truck guy have to dig spare tire out by shoveling sand out from under van. Tire gets changed. At 10am both vehicles finally reach entry road.

We decide to cut our losses and head home. Some of us nearly fall asleep driving due to exhaustion. M's follow us home so that the kids can swim together at our water park. Skies are sunny and clear all day...until we are about to swim. We get in the pool for, I kid you not approximately 60 seconds. Thunder starts. Thunder continues intermittently keeping us out of the water for about 45 minutes. Lifeguards finally allow everyone back in the water. We swim for an hour or so. M's go home. We pass out hard and miss church on Sunday morning. The end.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Remember When...

we took that cruise 2+ months ago. Yeah...well I never did blog about it. Part of the reason is that I'm going to have to choose a handful of photos out of hundreds. Not fun. I'm just going to pop a few in, not in chronological order. So, here we go!

Daniel and I took a one week cruise in mid April for our early 10th anniversary trip. We were planning to go on Royal Caribbean, but Julianne's 1st grade play was taking place the week that we were supposed to go, and the next week the ship was moving to Barcelona or something for 6 months, so we had to do Carnival. It worked out fine though.

Our ship traveled from Galveston, to Jamaica, to Grand Cayman, to Cozumel, then back to Galveston. In Jamaica we took a tour out through the country and to Dunns River Falls, which we climbed.
In Grand Cayman we decided not to get off the ship because we didn't have any pressing desire to shop, and heard there wasn't much else to that destination. In Cozumel we took a ferry and then buses to get out to the Mayan ruins at Tulum. Hands down the most beautiful place I've ever seen in person. I could have pitched a tent and lived there. I highly recommend it. Other than those excursions we spent a lot of time talking, reading, playing games, eating, watching the shows, etc. As much as we love our kids and wanted to come home to them...after we got home, it was really hard to readjust to the responsibility of having 4 small children and a household to run again. I guess we really needed a vacation. Maybe we won't wait 10 more years for the next one. :)


This is the beach behind the temple ruins. It overlooks the most beautiful piece of coastline.


A view of our ship on our way back from climbing the falls in Jamaica.
We were able to see a lot of these shanty type houses. Also, a few mansions. There were goats everywhere. Most houses were partially built. Our tour guide said that it was normal for people to just start building a house and then stop when they ran out of money. They move in to the small part that is finished. As they can afford it they continue room by room to "finish" it. Even some of the mansions appeared partially built. I told Daniel that we should live in Jamaica where our never ending partially finished house projects would blend right in to the culture.