Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Fathers

I was out driving today and I saw a leftover Father's Day sign in front of an office building. 'Fathers are men with photos in their wallets where their money used to be.'. Totally made me think of my poor dad.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Weekend Update

Well, it's Sunday night, and that means that I have one week and a few extra hours left in Norfolk. On the one side, after spending fifty six minutes in line for the tunnel on my way home with poor Mia yesterday- I'm totally ready to get the heck out of here. And then on the other hand....this is my home! My very first home. I brought my children home from the hospital, right up those steps thru that door. Ava and Scott took their first steps here. They spoke their first words here. Goodness, I'm getting all choked up just writing this!
Then there's the whole leaving-our-friends-behind business. Our neighbors, people at church, Ryan and Melissa, my coworkers....my patients! Man! And I'm sort of terrible at this, so please don't be offended if you don't feel like I give you the goodbye you deserve. Nick is more of the social situations expert in the family.

Well, Mia is here and things are going great so far. Ava is a little territorial, but for a nice change, the girls aren't ganging up on Scott, so that's awesome. We're taking tons of pictures, getting used to that new camera, but again with the uploading issue!

We've got a busy busy week coming up. Nick has to work on Monday, I'm babysitting Real Live Not A Baby Anymore Nathan on Tuesday, we close on the house on Tuesday, Warren has his four month appt and shots on Tuesday (don't call on Tuesday unless you're offering to help please) I work on Wednesday, my mom and dad fly in Wednesday night at ELEVEN THIRTY AT NIGHT, and then it's a weekend at the beach, fireworks, fun, and then on Monday afternoon we head to Biloxi. Whew. I'm exhausted already! And I didn't even mention packing for three children and myself for a six week stay!

So that's what I've been up to lately. There's a new Dean Koontz book I haven't had time to buy, let alone read. My Sister's Keeper (one of my favorite books) has been made into a movie that I haven't had time to see. I haven't worked out in ages, I haven't cleaned the house in years (thanks for doing it babe) but I have spent a lot of time cuddling with all three of my babies and my niece, and I'm reading a new parenting book that I think is really helping. I notice that I don't yell as much, and Ava seems to be getting a little bit better at obeying. Her anger isn't so much under control yet, but baby steps, right?

No idea when I'll be able to get some pics on here, but they're cute, trust me!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Grandpa Kenny

Well I've been out-of-control-busy this last week. Doing what? I don't know, actually. I did VBS at church in the evenings, but that's about it. Not sure where all my time is going. Anway.


Nick's dad came to visit us last week, and the kids had a blast. Ava did ask him why he doesn't have any hair, but that was the most awkward situation. And hello, her own father is balding, why did she even notice? If anything, she should be asking med who have hair what's going on.


We went out to eat a few times since we had another adult for reinforcement, and the rest of the group headed to the zoo on Wednesday while I went to work. And we went to the park.



Great news: Kenny bought us the camera we've had our eye on! Thanks Grandpa! We're still getting used to it, and hopefully when my dad's up here next week he can show me some artistic techniques to use...I'm pretty excited! And he said I can have his lenses, as long as they're compatible! So that's pretty awesome.


All right, here's the pics. They're all pretty self explanatory, so I won't add comments. And hopefully I'll be back soon to blog a little more. Tomorrow I head over to TN to pick up Cousin Mia!



Huh. I can't upload any more pics. Is there a limit now? Who knows. Try to get the rest in later, they're pretty cute.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Little Ears

To my surprise and absolute delight, Scott has been picking up on the Bible verses as Ava repeats them over and over and over! He's camera shy, but we tried to slip it on without him noticing. Turn your volumes way up if you actually want to hear! He's doing the fruits of the spirit, by the way.
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Monday, June 22, 2009

Four in a Row!!!

Here she is Mom, doing all four! She usually does a little better, but pull out the camera and it's all silliness. And she's knows it's Psalm 37:4, but for some reason she can't say "thirty". Very strange. And, for those that can't speak Ava, the newest verse is: "D. Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4.
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Ava Nichole

Here she is doing jumping jacks. What a goober.
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Seventeen Thousand Pictures from Busch Gardens

You wanna see some pictures? Oh, I've got plenty!


Here we are at the entrance, waiting for everyone to get together. We met Ryan, Melissa, and Real Live Baby Nathan, and our friends from next door, Aimee Rice and her three year old son, Owen. The entrance is so pretty! We're still trying to get our family picture done, and I couldn't help but think we should do it there, with all those pretty blue flower things and the water...but alas. Not gonna do it. BTW, I'm getting quite the collection of pics of the back of Scott's head.












Here we all are on that water ride. Ava is now tall enough to ride ALONE!!! And she wanted to! I myself think it would be boring to be alone, but she thought she was just the coolest thing since sliced bread.









Here's Ryan (Ava's boyfriend) and Real Live Baby Nathan, who isn't really a baby anymore, he's fifteen months!









And Aimee and Owen.









Some action shots on the slides in Dragon Land...and yes, that's Ryan!
Let me tell you right quick that I'm terrified of heights. I'm not 'afraid of falling' like people always go on about, I am afraid of being up high. I even get short of breath when people are up high on TV, even if they're like, in an office. Ick. But, my darling children wanted to go across this net that musta been seventy four stories high, so there I am. And yes, I'm wearing a skirt while all the other kids play below me. I started panicking about halfway across and this dad on the other side had to talk me over. Very dramatic.









Daddy and Scott on some sort of dragon ride...








I was begging for formula at this point, so I'm not sure...guess she's in some sort of volcano?






Daddy and Scott on the carousal, isn't this a great picture?







Ava, Scott and Owen on the Clydesdale ride.









Aimee and Ava petting one of those huge horses. They really are huge ya'll.









Some character shots.









Some shots of this ferris wheel type ride, I think they're all in some dragon eggs or something like that. Weird.





And lastly, Ava, Owen and Scott in some kind of boat ride. Kids are so dumb. But hey, they like what they like, right? We had a blast, thanks for coming with us guys!

Busch Gardens Horror Story

I wanted to keep this separate from the pics because it truly is horrifying. Mothers who are faint of heart, you may want to skip this. Also, mothers who are very judgemental, you should skip it too because I don't want you talking about me behind my back.

So Sunday morning, I get up early to get ready. I make a bunch of little Platex nurser bottles with the exact amount of water, not a drop more, and throw those in the diaper bag. I fill our little canister divider with the perfect measured amount of formula. I pack snacks, changes of clothes, diapers, wipes, sippie cups, sunscreen, bugspray- all the pounds and pounds of useless extras that moms of three bring everywhere we go. Then we loaded up and went on our merry way.

Fast forward till eleven thirty. Warren wakes up screaming, hot and hungry and looking for a bottle. I reach into the diaper bag, pull out a bottle, then start fishing around for the formula canister.

The formula canister is sitting on the kitchen counter.

I WENT TO BUSCH GARDENS WITH NO FOOD FOR MY FOUR MONTH OLD.

My stomach felt like a rock, I broke out into a cold sweat. I searched my other two bags, but I knew it was hopeless, I remember now that I left it sitting right on the counter! I tell Nick, who is upset, but not mad. Thank you Lord, for my husband.

So what did I do? I did what I had to. I found a woman with a baby who looked about nine months old, and I begged her for food. And, touched by the hand of God, I can only assume, this other mama gave me some formula.

Four hours later, I did the same thing. And another generous mother gave me formula then too.

Now, we were willing to leave the park to go buy formula, but I didn't want to spoil the fun for everyone, so I bit the bullet and begged. And, for those of you who know me, you know how hard this was. I do NOT talk to people. I barely have the courage to talk to my friends, let alone strangers.

I think this was a punishment of sorts for last summer! We went to Disney and one day I was in a bathroom changing Scott and this mother (she couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen) came up to me, terrified and crying, because she'd forgotten to pack diapers. She very very humbly asked if she could buy one for me. I said 'Girl, I have a hundred, here you go, you certainly don't have to pay for it' and I handed her a diaper. As in ONE DIAPER! By the time it dawned on me that she probably would appreciate more than one, she was gone! I looked for her because I felt like a real douchebag, but I never did find her. I'm haunted by this poor girl, who found the courage to ask for help from a stranger, and that stranger totally screwed her over. I feel really really awful about it!

So that's my Mother of the Year story for the day. And by the way, this isn't the first time I've left the house without formula. Or the second. Or the third or fourth. Goodness.

PS One good (great) thing that came out of this? The second lady only had soy, but I didn't care, my baby was HUNGRY! He drank the whole thing and didn't throw up one drop. So we're switching to soy. I'm so sick of getting vom on all my shirts.

Big Haircut

You will no longer be known as Big Tuna. You will now be called Big Haircut.

Yes, it's exactly what I wanted, what I described to Nick, who then took him to a barber and told the barber exactly what to do. So I can't complain. But when they left the barber to meet me and Ava and Warren at the grocery store, I cried when I saw him. And then again at dinner. And the next morning, because I'd forgot about it. He's not a baby anymore! And now I'm crying again. Sheesh.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

A Morning in Our Life

Well it's 8:03 on a Thursday, one of my full-time-stay-at-home-mama days. A golf show has taken over my morning of Matt Lauer and the kids are being super well behaved, leaving me with a little sliver of blog/facebook time. How nice!

We are waiting to go to the gym because Warren is STILL IN BED! That's right, he's been sleeping thru (for the most part) for a few weeks now. Boy, were we wrong in assuming that he'd do it even earlier than Scott. He's even older than Ava was! But it's happening, and that's what counts, right?

Ava is my little early bird. Or rather, Nick's little early bird. We've tried keeping her up later than our regular seven thirty bedtime, but it doesn't make a difference- that child gets up at six in the morning, every morning, no matter what. Ohh, pray for me when we head to CT. Nick will have to be to school by seven, leaving me to do morning duty. It will be a HUGE change from my usual eight, eight thirty wake up time.

Scott usually lasts a little longer, especially now that we've convinced Ava NOT to shout at him to wake up at six so that she can 'read' him a story. Lately, I've been having to get him up at eight so that we can get Ava to school! So, Scott definitely takes after Mama.

Here they are this morning, pretending to go to bed on the living room floor. Hey kids, want me to take you upstairs and you can 'pretend' to sleep in your beds? :)










And sweet baby Warren. The other day I set up under his jungle gym for some tummy time while I got Scott a snack. He was laughing for a while, then fussing for a little bit, but nothing big. After snacks, I went in there to get him and I found him fast asleep on the floor!!! Have you EVER seen anything more precious? I highly doubt it.



And here's a shot of the Engelbrecht kiddos. I think it captures them pretty well, don't you?

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Our New House

Oh my goodness, I'm so excited! Nick called the housing office b/c he's been obsessed with viewing the floorplan for our base house up in CT, and he said she was totally nice and gave him all these pictures! I know it's stupid and no one cares, but I'm so excited that I just HAVE to post these. Forget old houses, I'm totally over them! When we get to WA, we're going for one of those new-construction, zero character, cookie cutter nightmares, so that I can get a dream kitchen. Maybe. Anyway, we got our address too! Have I mentioned how excited I am?






Now, I know I'm the only woman on the planet who doesn't like hardwood floors...the grit just drives me nuts, and I hate wearing socks. Guess I could clean up every now and then...nah. I'll just wear socks. Notice how both my and my next door neighbor's entire houses would fit into this living room...

Here's two shots of the kitchen...Gas stove! I've been getting really worried about that! The idea of having to cook on electric-ugh. Turns my stomach. The Lord listens, ya'll. You think He wouldn't give a hoot about those piddly little things, but if it's important to you, it's important to Him. Most important realization of my life! Anyway.

The downstairs bathroom. I have to specify because there's THREE BATHROOMS! Real ones too, not a toilet in the laundry room/pantry/storage closet. Real bathrooms with sinks and mirrors and bathtubs and no costco boxes of diapers stored in every nook and cranny! Well, I'll store them there if I have to. But you get the point.

Master bathroom. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a magical place where a husband and wife can brush their teeth without spitting toothpaste into each other's hair, where they can take shower without tripping on Elmo and Bert and Ernie and Thomas and James and Percy in the bottom of the tub, where women can reach for their eyeliner in a drawer and not come up with a crayon...ohh, master bathroom. We are going to be such good friends, I just know it. I can't wait to meet you!

Bedroom...

And the final, best, most wonderful, blessed, longed-for, appreciated room in the whole house. The walk in closet. I don't think I need to say anything else. Sigh. Note how Warren's nursery would fit right there in that little corner.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Ava's C Verse

Sorry that's she's eating. Ya'll know how much the Engelbrecht kids eat! What she's saying is 'Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. Ephesians 6:1" Now, if only we can come up with a way to help her understand what these words mean...

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And I think it's super cool that, not only can she do C, but she can also recite A and B too! It's so amazing how much she soaks up! D is pretty easy, but E is looking pretty difficult...I'll keep you posted!

So we bought our first computer game for the kids. For Ava. I grew up in a pretty strict No Video Game family, and Nick was allowed to play but never really got into it, so I sort of had this fantasy that our kids would never play either. And truthfully, unless we get a Wii, we probably will never get a console, or whatever they're called. And even a Wii I'm not in total support of.

But then we got to thinking, how much do you do on the computer? Besides spending hours a day reading blogs and facebooking, I mean? You pay bills, check your bank accounts, talk to friends and family, shop, plan menus and grocery trips, and this is all at home. Then at work, forget it! We don't even use paper and pens anymore in the clinic I'm at. So, they probably need to at least understand how the mouse works, right?

So off to Target we went, and got some sort of Elmo and Big Bird teach you how to count and learn your colors. Eh. Poor Ava is totally retarded with her right hand, but I called our Resident Lefty Expert and she said to stick with the right, so that's what we're gonna do. I got frustrated and abandoned her, but Nick stuck it out and said she did really really well.


So that's what's weighing on my heart tonight. Seems like a silly thing, but it hurts when the things you've planned for your kids- your very own flesh and blood- don't work out. Am I being ridiculous? Yes. Am I still worried that she'll become addicted to porn or turn into one of those people in black trench coats who play Halo? Yes. But I also don't want her to be the only person still alive who doesn't know how to point and click.

Sigh.

Friday, June 12, 2009

The Best Day of Your Life

Let me tell you, my older son is a crazy vacuuming fool. If vacuuming is even a word. I had to run upstairs for something or other, and I shouted down to him on my way up that if he picked up the living room, we could vacuum real quick. Well, when I came back down, there was not one single toy on the floor! Not one! So I vacuumed, and then let him have at it while I fed the baby. All right, while I tiptoed around snapping pics of him :) If you're thinking to yourself 'why is this crazy lady taking all these pics of her retarded kid with a vacuum, that by the way costs more than any other thing that they own' then you don't know Scott very well. Simply put, he loves vacuums. He adores them. He will look at these pics when he wakes up from naps and just laugh and squeal with delight. So, I guess I took them for him.

Here he is moving the rug so that he could clean under it. I had already vacuumed at this point, but I never move the rugs, so he actually got dirt EVERYWHERE when he did it. But, dedicated little bugger that he is, he vacuumed it right up! Yes, I let him play with it WHILE IT'S ON. I know it cost a fortune. He's very careful, you have no idea.Let me explain that in the shot above, he's microscopically moving the rug because a teeny tiny fraction of the corner was up on the wall. And we can't have that, not with an OCD two year old in the house!