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Nine years ago today a very pregnant, very worn out wife went into the hospital with her husband, and came out with her family. Nine years ago today, our lives were forever changed. It was a cold, frigid Minnesota day that our little McKay was born. He weighed seven pounds, nine ounces, and was a gangly 21-inches long. He had little bits of peach fuzz for hair, that would fall out and not return fully for three-and-a-half years. He had long feet and tiny bird legs. His face was perfect with big blue eyes, and a darling pair of dimples. He never cried. We used to ask people if there was something wrong with our baby because he never cried.

This little thing (or alien, as Josh was fond of saying) rocked our world. We became THOSE kinds of people that talk of nothing but naps, diapers, breast milk, and bowel movements. We were newly unafraid of touching body fluids that were previously unimaginable. We saw the man in our house change diapers (and become REALLY GOOD at it, too). We learned to stop and take notice of simple things like a smile or a first step. We learned what it meant to really love and give of ourselves. We learned to be parents.

This little baby grew to a happy toddler, and is now a very happy boy. He still never cries, and always strives to please. He is athletic, smart, clever, and can tell a mean knock-knock joke. He was the beginning of what would become the family we know today. We can't imagine our life without him - and the others that would soon follow. How is it possible that he's now nine? How is it that I have stood still while time has gone on around me? Hug your babies tonight, memorize every tiny feature, and take a picture with your heart. Before you know it, they will be big boys that like to eavesdrop and get embarrassed of you in public. Don't blink - or you'll miss it. I've decided to tape my eyelids open, less I blink and this big boy is 19. Happy birthday, Mack!

P.S. I've almost forgiven him for being born a full week late. I said almost, as there are some things you never get over.

ugh, play dates

When I was a kid, a "playdate" didn't exit. You simply went outside, kids lived all around you, and you met in the center of the street to play in large herds. There was no scheduling, no parents transporting you, no background checks, and no sex offender lists. You went outside; you played. Today with my own kids - not so simple. We have not yet had the fortune of living on a street such as the one I grew up on. Schedules are consulted, mothers speak to mothers, calendars are compared, and if stars align - my kids get to play with kids that are not their siblings.

Okay. So here is my little rant for the day. We have a classmate of McKay's who is an only child. A very nice boy, to be sure, but victim of parents who decided to have children later in life - and only had one. Looking back on my own life, maybe an easier way to have done it, but not the choice I made. This particular child/mother combo calls us about twice a week just begging to get together.

I am not opposed to playdates in general, but there emerges a tricky balance when one is on the table. If one child gets to have a playdate, they all cry and scream for their own playdate. Suddenly, by ridding myself of one child, I am left with two resentful, unhappy ones. And bringing the playdate here does not always solve the problem. No, invariably three becomes a crowd and one of the brothers is left odd-man-out. It's a rare kid that can enjoy the dynamics of McKay and Chase equally (Sam W., you know I'm talking to you).

My kids play really well with each other. The boys will work violent sword fighting into any princess game so they can include Hannah. She will, in turn, happily mother her little soldiers and send them off to war. I sometimes resent this little world becoming unbalanced. I empathize with the poor mother of the only child - I'm sure he's bored to death and looking to expand his world with other friends. But we already have built-in friends. Why is it my job to make sure your kid is entertained? Mine are quite happy, thank you very much. And maybe if she called less often I'd be more willing to share my kids with her. I'm kind of selfish that way...

Of course, if someone is willing to take all three children...THEN BRING ON THE PLAYDATE, BABY. Otherwise, I believe this is why god invented caller I.D. (that, and to hide from the missionaries).

happy molehog day

Chase: Today is Molehog Day, you know.
What is Molehog Day?

Chase: It's where this molehog comes out of the ground to look for his shadow. If he sees it, then it means six more weeks of winter. If he doesn't, then it's automatically spring.

That sounds awesome. I hope he doesn't see his shadow then.

Chase: Me, too. Can we go see the Molehog?

No, it's in Pennsylvania.

Chase: Bummer. Since it's a holiday, do we have school today?

Yeah, sorry. They don't close school for Molehog Day.

Happy Molehog Day!

this week's lessons

Here are some things I've learned this week from my very exciting, extremely fulfilling life.
  • Sniffles will always turn into bacteria-infected, green slimy nose kinds of things.
  • If you take Hannah with you to go birthday shopping for ANYONE, she will make it a point to announce to them what they are getting.
  • If you take Hannah with you to go shopping for anyone else, she will beg and manipulate you into buying presents for HER. You will be powerless to resist.
  • Green slimy nose kinds of things always turn into ear infections.
  • An hour in the doctor's waiting room does not a happy mother make.
  • Making homemade bread will make everyone happy.
  • Kids run the highest fevers at three o'clock in the morning. By eight a.m., they are annoyingly chipper.
  • Mutual just is not fun for me, no matter what the refreshments are.
  • It is truly paradise here. Don't listen to me when I complain.
  • Hannah lacks the desire to blow her own nose.
  • Homework can be fun when you're drunk on M&Ms.
  • Frogs can hide for days in a tiny backyard, loudly croaking all night long, taunting you.
  • A warm bath and a scrapbooking magazine can fix anything.
  • The way to win favor with Chase is to let him run on the treadmill (after all - he's begged for a week). What? You want to exercise? Why don't you just sit here and watch t.v. some more, you silly kid... He'll be like putty in your hands after that.
  • Josh practicing the guitar makes me happy.
  • Greatest invention ever: the crock pot.

So there you have it. What did you learn this week?

Fuhgettabout it



Everyone, meet the Sopranos. Sopranos, everyone.

Okay, so only about six years late for me to join the rest of the free world, but better late than never, I guess. My new favorite show...A&E has started showing season one of the Sopranos (toned down and edited, of course) and I am addicted. I have always had a somewhat perverse fascination with all things Mafia. My favorites of all time movie list contains several classics - The Godfather (I and II, we don't even talk about III), Goodfellas, Casino, Donnie Brasco. What can I say? I love the mob. I think sometimes I just love rooting for the bad guy. Bad guys with heart. Bad guys who love their kids.

Unfortunately, I think I have become hooked. I don't want to wait a whole week for a new episode. It's KILLING me that I can't have my daily fix. I just may have to Netflix the rest and get caught up. I need to know what happens to Tony, Carmella, and crazy Uncle Junior. Definitely a must-see if you haven't already. Yeah, I'm tawlkin' to you...

remember

Went to tuck my biggest boy into bed last night and found this touching sight. It brought back lots of childhood memories - I remember sneaking a Nancy Drew and a flashlight under the covers and reading until I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I still love reading in bed, but now have no one to catch me doing it or tuck me in once I fall asleep. Those were the days...