What goes around comes around.

Hazel,

Of course I was right.

The only sure way of relieving your two-day constipation was to replace the snuzzler I had previously removed from your last blowout. The second I did, was almost the exact second you took care of business.

So baby, you can thank me for relieving your pain...and cleaning up all that poop. I'll be expecting repayment in say, fifty to sixty years.

Love,

Your ever devoted Mother

Dude.

Sleep my treasure,
Close to mother.
Sleep my baby, dude?

This is how Ellie was singing the lullaby in the back of the car. And then she asked Char, "Do you know why I say 'dude?' It's because the baby is a boy. Girls are ladies and boys are dudes."

She said it so matter of fact...I couldn't help but bust a gut. She didn't see the humor in it. Never mind that the word there is 'do' not 'dude.'

Still, she kept singing along like a rock star. "Char, listen. This one's about a girl baby. Sleep my treasure, close to mother, sleep my baby lady."

So in case you were wondering, boys are dudes.

T-ball

When I asked Jonah which he preferred, soccer or T-ball he said, "I like them about the same." After pondering the matter a few seconds more he countered, "Well, I like T-ball better because I don't have to run as much...and we get to sit out for a long time." So basically what you're telling me Jonah is that you don't like sports. And I'm thinking, if that's the case why am I loading up four kids in the car twice a week, adding to our already crazy schedules to have you participate in something neither you or I enjoy? It's true. I admit it. I don't like sports. At least not your typical American boy sports...football, basketball, baseball. To this day if ever you find me in a sports arena, I may appear to be intently following the game when in reality I'm more likely to be pondering life's quandaries. Give me volleyball, racquetball, ping-pong--but who's heard of a 6 yr. old ping-pong league? In China maybe?

Yet amidst all my complaints I have found one reason for the twice-a-week, self-inflicted torture.

Pictures.

And my heart melts to see him in his very professional looking get up, even if it is just T-ball.






By the way, he has come to enjoy T-ball quite a bit of late and so I'm feeling much better about the craziness.

And while we're on the subject of Jonah, I don't think I ever posted pictures from his SIXTH birthday. Oh my, the boy's growing up too fast.

We went with a Batman theme this year...

...the kids had fun with the black frosting.

The girls bought him this water gun for his birthday, but one water gun in the possession of a six year old boy against two (now three) defenseless girls equals major trauma. So that night we bought two more to even out the playing field. Problem solved. Except maybe for Char--she can dish it, but she can't take it.

I've found I can get a lot done while nursing...especially when the girls are such willing models for an impromptu photo shoot on the couch. Truth be told, I was nursing, they were begging me to take pictures and the camera happened to be within arm's reach. I actually prefer to get nothing done while nursing. I figure it's about the only time I get to spend with child #4 and it's precious--especially now that she's busting out smiles and coos for mom. I couldn't be more in love.

Mr. Bubbles...

Don't ask how he came to be thus (I don't remember), but for some reason that was the name Josh bequeathed dear, sweet (hot) Michael. And last night we saw him in the flesh.


Good times were had. Thank you Mr. Bubbles (and Uncle Fennemore for providing the tickets).

Happy Easter!

The Easter Bunny was very good to us this year...



Here are a few more of the kids Easter morning.



Hazel decides that we're done.