It’s funny… with Baby #1 and maybe #2, you tend to be a bit paranoid. For instance, I remember worrying about another child holding my baby (even with a hovering adult). Probably because I was afraid of breaking my baby, I assumed that a child would definitely break my baby.
Obviously, with Baby #5, comes a lot less paranoia.
So, on Friday I wanted to shoot myself after making the huge mistake of going to Walmart with the kids. I needed 4 things, 3 of which they didn’t have. Add to that the cart tipping disaster before we could get through the register lane and I was ready to belly up to the bar. (I think Walmart would make a killing if they had an on-site bar. A shot before shopping with the kids, several afterward and everyone would be a lot happier.)
Despite times like those, I still have to say that I am happy to be the mom of five children. What better gift to give a child than another sibling?
At first, I was disappointed that none of our family members could make it here for the baptism of our fifth child.
Then, I realized, our family did make it!
The Remicks were able to come a few days early, so we managed to spend some quality time together.
Bergen and Luke
Jack and Keegan
Maria and Zoe
Carsten and Andrew
Sam and Bergen
Luke was not left out. He's behind the pillar.
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We are so thankful to have such wonderful friends and that they were able to make the long trip to be with us. Kyle, Troy, Keegan, Bergen, Carsten, Zoë – we miss you already!!!
We’ve really had a great time hosting visitors this summer. We have plenty of room, so if you haven’t yet, call today for a reservation!
With all the recent body fluid disasters, I haven’t had the chance to post the pics from our last visit to Missouri. We had a good time introducing Andrew to everyone, watching fireworks and swimming. Andrew got his first pool experience, which wore him out, as you can see.
This morning started on a sad note, as our dear friends packed up their things. They were off to the next stop on a long trip across the country. They’ll eventually end up in Hawaii, where they’ll live for the next 6 years or so. Good for them, bad for us, as they couldn’t be moving further away.
Early morning discussions ran the gauntlet, from travel routes to why Lotsa didn’t get strapped to the grill to which is grosser to clean – barf or poop. Katey and I agreed that barf topped the list, especially when it covers the room, as it did last night when Lukie got sick. Seriously, it looked like something exploded. I’m sure being on the top bunk didn’t make things easier.
So, Dan and I cleaned the boys’ room – quite literally – from top to bottom today. I don’t think we’ll be having s’mores for dessert again anytime soon.
Yep, I thought, barf is the worst to clean up.
Thankfully, Luke stopped puking around 11 this morning. Ah… the worst was over. (Learned from experience last weekend when Jack was sick. At Grandma’s. And in the car on the trip home.)
Later this evening, while Dan was out Rug Doctoring the cars (we wanted to get our money’s worth out of the rental), I picked Andrew up and discovered that some poop had leaked up his back. No biggie – just a little poop. Way better than sick-kid barf.
As I started running water in the sink for his bath, I called Lukie to get started on his shower. I figured he needed to wash off any remaining barf before heading to bed.
But before I could get Andrew undressed for his bath, Luke tearfully emerged from the bathroom.
“Mom…*snif* I have to tell you something.”
“What, Sweetie?” I replied.
“I was going pee before my bath [standing like usual] and this just came out of my butt without me even knowing it. *snif*”
I dared to look.
Projectile poop, people. Among other things, he shot the shower curtain.
I think I changed my mind on the clean up detail. Poop is worse. Or, at the very least, just as gross.
P.S. To the Remicks: Please don’t be scared. I promise to have everything clean and disinfected before your visit next week!
Maria had a “fake” birthday (Sam’s word) last Saturday, during which she and two friends had their toes done. Then, on her “real” birthday, our family celebrated with a spaghetti dinner, presents and birthday cake.
