Put that baby back in your tummy

Dallas continues to amuse me daily. While nursing Lexi a couple of days ago we had the following conversation:

Dallas pointing to the bassinet next to my bed, "Dis Lexi's bed?"

Me-"Yes."

Dallas- Why Lexi sweep (translation- sleep) in your woom?

Me-Where else could she sleep?

Dallas -Her can sweep in Brooklyn's woom.

Me- Well, baby likes to eat a lot during the night so I keep her close to me.

Dallas- Where our next baby gonna sweep?

Me-You think we should have another baby?

Dallas- Yeah.

Me- I think we'll have to get a new house. You sure you want another baby?

Dallas- Yes, I wanna boy one dis time cause I don't want fwee girls. The new baby can sweep in my woom (standing in only his underwear and pointing to his nipples) cause my miwk come out of dees things.

Me- (chuckle chuckle)

Dallas-So put dat baby back in your tummy.

Me- (chuckle chuckle)

Dallas- Put dat baby away. Put it back in your tummy. I wanna boy one.

So, if by some miracle we decide to have another child someday and it happens to be a boy (since I would be required to put the girl back in my tummy) I am off the hook for round the clock feeding since Dallas will have the nursing covered.

Big Ham Sister

Brooklyn has figured out how to cheese it big time! Here is my new favorite picture of her.
And the cake mix photos mentioned in a previous post.

Anyone want to bring me dinner?

So, after an entire week of fabulous meals being brought in by great friends, it was finally my turn to cook again on Halloween. Since the holiday is always filled with way too much junk food, I decided to make my version of Shepherd's Pie where I am able to sneak lots of food processed veggies in without my kids throwing fits and refusing to eat it. Well, it went kind of like this: (Look close and you'll see it's still steaming)

So I am not really asking for more meals, but found it funny enough to share. Sadly, I followed the 10 second rule (although it took me longer than 10 minutes to clean up all the splatter) and scooped the main pile of this up into the casserole dish, topped it with mashed potatoes and cheese and baked it anyway. Surprize Dave! Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Some like it hot hot hot!

So, we bought the boys season tickets to the family movie matinee program where they feature a different kids' movie each week and parents get to go along for free. We've been to 2 out of the 4 shown so far. Dave took the kids to Wall-E a couple of weeks ago and yesterday it was my turn and I took them to see Space Chimps. Cute movie. About 3/4 of the way through the movie, Dallas gets all panicky and starts crying. I turn to look at him by my side and find that he has shoved a red hot up his nose. I tell him to blow it out, which he tries... only in vain. I tell Trenton to stay put and quickly escort Dallas out of the theater. Out in the lobby he is freaking out, but I finally manage to milk the red hot out of his nostril and clean up the "Red Hot" snot now running out of his nose. Upon returning to our seats I got to be entertained for the remainder of the movie, not by the Space Chimps, but my OWN chimp enjoying the tasty discovery of CINNAMON FLAVORED BOOGERS.

One day down and thousands to go!

So, this will be a boring post, but if you're bored feel free to read on or skip to the diaper story under number 4. Forgive the absence of pictures, but I took the camera away from Dallas today as he was hiding from me taking pictures(a big no no since he mostly just wipes his chubby little fingers all over the lens) and hid it a little too well as I can't even remember where I put it to keep it away from him. Anyway, today was my first official full day with all 4 kids all by myself. My mom returned Dallas and Brooklyn to my care last night and it was an eye opening experience glancing in the rearview mirror of my minivan and seeing almost all of the seats filled! It almost doesn't seem real. Anyway, now it's evening and everyone but Lexi is asleep . . I survived. We had our moments though. Here are 4 in honor of the 4 kids

1. At one point Lexi was wailing, Brooklyn screaming and Dallas apparently felt left out so decided to chime in with his own very loud and fake whining . .luckily it just made me laugh.

2. I had to lock Brooklyn out of my room so I could nurse the baby without Brooklyn poking her eyes and rubbing her snot nose in her face. Brooklyn spent the first several minutes crying and banging on the door and eventually gave up. After I was all finished up, I found her satisfied by the pantry where she had ripped open a box of cake mix, chewed throught the plastic like a rat and was eating handfulls of dry cake mix (pictures to follow). Let the fun begin of what messes I will discover and be forced to clean up each and every time I have to leave the kids unsupervised.

3. My visiting teacher dropped off dinner this evening while the boys were in the bath. She's new in the ward so doesn't know us very well, until now anyway. The boys were in the middle of fighting over who knows what in the bath when Dallas starts crying and launches his soapy body over the side of the tub and waddles through his drips toward the kitchen and just as I am about to get on his case for getting out of the bath I notice the blood dripping out of his mouth. Apparently whatever Trenton had done resulted in Dallas biting his tongue. I'm just thinking please don't let this require stitches like it did for Trenton a few years back. We cure him quickly with a popscicle, but then of course Brooklyn starts crying because she wants one too. After digging through the freezer all I can come up with is a sore throat relief ice pop and decide that now is as good of a time as any and give it Brooklyn. Then Dallas wants that kind and Brooklyn still wants an otter pop so I just switch and give them each others. Meanwhile Trenton comes out in his towel as well and starts grabbing for the brownies that were brought as part of the meal and doesn't listen to me when I tell him to wait. Dallas is still sitting in a towel on the table with his little man parts in plain view all the while I am trying to "visit" with my visiting teacher like everything is totally calm and normal. Calm? Not even close, but unfortunately this is terribly normal for life in our house. She said she be calling me to see if I needed anything. Maybe I should just ask her to call Nanny 911 right now?

4. By far my favorite for the day was this (if you don't like personal stories stop reading now as I lack in refraining from sharing things that some would rather not hear:

Dallas barges into the bathroom while I am busy taking care of my postpartum body and asks "Why you wearing a diaper?"

"I'm not." I respond hoping he'll just drop it.

"Why you wearing a diaper?" he repeats again.

"It's not a dipaer, it's a pad" I say praying he'll just give up already.

Like any curious 3 year old he was clearly unsatisfied by my response and asks yet again, "why you wearing a diaper?"

I surrender, "because I just had a baby."

Dallas walks out into my bedroom and announces to Trenton, "Mommy wears diapers now cause she had a baby."

I can already hear this declaration being shared with his preschool class for show and tell tomorrow.

Clean as a Whistle

Apologies for not being too quick on some updated photos but I have been running around the country because of interviews for school (another story for a future blog, but lets just say that the airline has had to give me $300, a free night in a hotel, free dinner, breakfast, lunch, first class back to Portland, and will soon be hearing from me to pay for the rental car I had to rent just to finally drive to the city I was trying to fly to for my interview.)

Here are some "cleaner" photos of Lexi

Hello World

Say hello to Lexington (Lexi) Stacy Butler

6 lbs 15 oz 19.5 in

I Love You THIS MUCH