So....this conversation actually took place today!!! Kids are so weird!
Aubrey (a little frustrated)- "Evye please tie my bow on the back of my dress. I can't do it!"
Evye (a little put out) - "No, Aubrey. You do it."
Aubrey - "Please Evye!"
Evye - "Oh....alright"........long pause......"Ewwwwww, it's all wet. Mom, she put it in her mouth and chewed on it!!!"
Me - "Evye just tie it. She doesn't have infectious deseases. I promise."
Evye (a little perturbed while picking up the ribbons to be tied)- "That's just gross! There's spit all over it!"
Aubrey (seeking to rectify the situation and let the truth be known) - "No. No Evye! It's not spit....it just fell in the water when I went potty and it touched my poop!"
In horror I glanced back over there to see what Evye's response would now be. If Aubrey's confession didn't gross me out Evye's surely did.
Evye, having dropped the ribbons in her distaste for spit, now replied - "Oh.....ok"..... pausing to yell at me...."It's not spit, Mom."..........and she tied it!!!!!!!
What is up with that?????!!!!!!!! And what was that little part I put in there about not having infectious deseases????? Of all the things I could have said! I was grossed out....apparently Evye wasn't after the truth was known. Ugh!
So.....more on life around here. Things are nearing completion as I do the tail end of things for the JBF sale. I know for certain that no one will ever fully understand the undertaking that this was and still is. Especially when clothes so easily overwhelm me all of the time. So for me to have to not only mess with the clothes but mess with boxes upon boxes upon boxes and categorize, sort and price them was requiring the very utmost patience I have to give forth. I feel as though I should be nearing millionaire status as this stuff sells off. Oh my...how very glad I am to finally have this portion of decluttering almost behind me. Now have I learned my lesson???? YES! I have now learned what our personal limit is for each child on clothing and how many...or rather how many they do not.....require. I refuse to be so over run by clothes again. I was so very proud as I hack away at this stuff. The floor lady came the other day to give us an estimate on the floors and she went looking in closets as she followed the types of flooring. As she opened our linen closet instead of being mauled by blankets, sheets and haphazard crap coming out to attack her like the boggy creek monster she was greeted by a closet that seriously could've been showcased on HGTV. I had no clue some stranger would go opening closet doors but the feeling that came when she did was unrivaled by most anything. A moment that made me proud. And the great thing.....every closet looks like that now. But....in all honesty....I am tired and ready for a break. I am tired of sorting, pinning, hanging, pricing, Ebaying, garage saling. and all of the prep for all of this stuff. My motivation that propels me forward at this point is the money that will come from all of this. So....I trudge onward and obstinately stick to the task at hand. It seriously is like working a full 40 hr wk though. The children are keeping up the house......with a little forced motivation behind it, commonly known as a cattle prod....or a tazar has crossed my mind the last few days......while I try and tackle all of this. I'm ready for it to be over and just rest in the joy of this baby and all of Gavin's new accomplishments. He's a pro at sitting now and can now walk very well while holding onto anyone's hands. He still refuses any sort of tummy time so I'm not real sure he'll ever know that he can get up on hands and knees if he'd give it some time and effort. Oh well. Evye crawled for only a mere 2 wks and she was definitely no worse for the wear. He seems more impressed by his ability to sit, stand and walk with assistance. And he's sooooooo happy about it.
Yes....the mattress is getting lowered tomorrow.
Anyway.....all of that to say I'm ready to stop making a career out of how I let my life overtake me and now trying to gain it back and just ready to enjoy all of my children once more. I'm kind of tired of being irritated with them because of things taking place unbeknownst to me. As I stay holed up in the bedroom trying to sort my life away they are devouring 3 6 packs of yogurt, 2 boxes of Nutrigrain bars, the jar of grape jelly and the rest of the honey bear....as they then proceed to string the leftover trash of plastic spoons, yogurt cups, wrappers and other incredible finds all over the carport. Oh yes....did I mention the coin jar that Aubrey lovingly found and shared with all of her younger siblings. She graciously handed out money so they could all "buy groceries at Wal Mart" together. That particular Wal Mart would be the one she made under the picnic table on the porch. But of course, in Garrett's hand anything become a missile in the hands of one of the world's leading child pitchers and so he proceeds to chunk them like a pro at anything and everything moving.....thus resulting in a seeming gold mind when one comes to observe the shiny glittering pavement of our carport covered in money. It resembles a bit of a waterless wishing well at this point.
And more about this pregnancy. Dr Nikki has spoken. I have now decided the gender of this baby. I have indeed decided there is yet again just 1 baby growing within and it is undoubtedly a BOY. Due to the fact I feel better than ever and suffer from little to no morning sickness...except for the occasional wretching of something absolutely horrid.....I feel absolutely fine....too fine, in fact, for it to be a girl. The only strange thing I have noticed so far about this pregnancy is that I am on sensory overload and I have an excessive thirst.....resulting in a very annoying excessive need to pee it all out. But those signs aren't looking like any real indicators for a female baby. So...as I continue on in my blissfully morning sickless state I am quite certain....like 99.9% certain this could only be a boy baby. It's just way too easy at this point to be anything else. And I am not tired enough, hungry enough and have not gained enough weight to indicate any signs of twins. So.....I march on content in knowing this is yet again just 1 single baby boy. So....on to thoughts of names for yet another boy! In all honesty...if this did turn out to be another one I would be ecstatic. I love what the little guys have in each other and I get excited about adding another one to their little play group. It is just one big rowdy tractor driving/wrestling/tackling/ball throwing/mud sliding/bug finding fest when they all get to playing together. As Gavin enters into that play circle and this new baby is welcomed into it I have visions of a yard full of little boys dirty, digging and discovering all of life as they grow up together. And if it's a little girl by some surprise she will be absolutely the most well watched and protected kid any little girl has ever known. She'll have a crew of 5 older brothers-turned-bodyguards by her side. And she'll probably be right in there in the middle of the boys while they grow, dig, find bugs and do everything boy as she holds her own with the best of them. And if she doesn't Aubrey does enough to make up for all of the stuff this potential little girl may never take interest in or do with the boys!
But in my morning sickless state my diet consists of 2 things. I am not sick at all but there are only 2 things that ever sound good. So, the morning bagel with the coconut oil had to go. But in its place I am now hooked on Malt O Meal with 2 Tbs of coconut oil, 1 1/2 tsp coco powder and a tsp or so of Rapidura. Oh my gosh....that is the best thing ever!!! It's like an Almond Joy Malt O Meal breakfast. So...that satisfies the morning craving and gives optimal nutrition. And then for lunch and dinner I eat nothing but 1 point WW Potato Soup. I'm not exactly sure I'm getting all of the calories I need a day but so far I've managed to gain 2 pds. My guess is it's due to the massive amounts of water I am drinking and a massive blood volume increase. But anyway, I just do a bowl of potato soup w/ 2 Tbs of wheat germ and a healthy pile of cheese on top to try and up calories and calcium. So, amazingly I have lived on these 2 things for days now. I am sure at some point I will manage to come up with something else to add to my diet that sounds 1/2 way decent, but for now I live on these 2 things.
Alright...and I promised myself I wouldn't do this but since I am now almost 5 wks pregnant I really do want to do an every 4 wk belly pic from the very beginning since I have never started from the onset of pregnancy. So....here is my 4 wk pic. And for the curious at heart.....yes, my stomach was completely and totally FLAT before this pregnancy started. I was back into my sz 6 jeans and was able to fit well and look good without any undergarment help. So yes! The panty hose, girdles and waist suckeruppers had been done away with quite a few months ago. But now...here I am. It seriously just senses the pregnancy hormone and just vomits itself forward. Oh well. Baby will grow into it. They always do. This wee one needs to treasure the ample swimming room it has now....especially consdering the fact it's no bigger than a grain of rice right about now. Ummmm.....you can't tell that from the side view though!
Ok......and one must ignore the no makeup thing going on and the weird look. I was trying to hurry up and take it before I was bombarded by kids that have obsessions about being included in any and all pictures.
The Little Big Brother!
