Little Sweaty Heads

I must say, this is a first for me! All three of my children fell asleep on my lap. I honestly didn’t know this was possible, but I love it. I know everything looks perfectly peaceful and easy in this picture, but I assure you, nothing about this picture was easy. I think you’d like to hear how this picture came about. After lunch (their normal nap time) the boys decided they wanted to go outside and play. I told them that they needed to do some reading and lessons before they could go outside. Oliver wanted to try reading One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish, and of course Benjamin wanted to be right there to watch. He fell asleep within minutes. Now it was also Mirabelle’s nap time and she was getting extremely wiggly and Oliver had a hard time reading with her kicking the book. Luckily her bottle and pacifier were within arms reach on the coffee table next to me. So I suggested that we wait for her to fall asleep before we continue reading. We played a fun, quiet whispering game, silently giggling at her sleepy facial expressions. Then things became silent. Oliver was now asleep. Mirabelle suddenly ran out of milk and started to squirm. With my left arm wedged under Benjamin’s head, I managed to barely reach the pacifier with a couple fingertips and fling it over perfectly onto her belly to where I could then put it in her mouth with my slightly freer right hand. Within seconds, I had three peaceful, sweaty, sleeping little heads. However, compared to this next part, getting them to sleep was easy.

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With any perfect moment like this, it’s always nice to have a picture. Luckily, our Nikon DSLR was also on the coffee table next to me. But I decided against my better judgement not to pull the same stunt I did with the pacifier with a two-pound, hard, plastic camera. While I reached for the strap of the camera with my left hand, I suddenly became self-conscious of how I looked and I noticed the weight of the children had pulled the neckline of my tank-top to below my nipples. So, in one attempted fluid movement to the left,  I managed to get one finger into the strap of the camera while I pulled up my tank-top up with my teeth causing my neck to cramp and get a red mark from the scratchiness of my beard. After lifting the camera (and sliding the objects underneath it off the table), I was finally ready to start taking pictures. The first few pictures were taken with my left hand, for I had not yet figured out how to get it into my right hand. I then managed to rest Benjamin’s head on the arm of the chair, hold the camera up, and successfully take pictures of my sleeping kids and my hairy armpit. I actually didn’t mind my armpit being in the picture, but thought it might be distracting nonetheless. Since my left hand was now free I than began to explore better angles for the picture because I wanted to be sure everyone could see their closed eyelids. Next, I explored angles with my right hand having to bump Oliver around quite a bit. This picture, however, was taken on a ten-second timer with the camera precariously balanced on my foot which was resting on my knee. I was also counterbalancing the weight of the camera by holding the strap. After flinching from nearly dropping the camera twice, Oliver woke up because his leg was uncomfortable, and everything unraveled from there.

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Kids Are Like Phones

Today, while holding my 4-month-old daughter, I came to realize that I do not share the same anxiety about my baby becoming more mobile (crawling or walking) like other parents. In fact, I cannot wait until she learns how to walk, where I no longer need to be entertaining, feeding or holding her every second. Right now, she is like an old phone with a cord, and I’m stuck in one spot while trying to also manage the other two kids. Yes, there is a tradeoff to their mobility. While they become more mobile, so do I, but mental stress increases. To me it’s worth it, because as the others are already mobile or cordless, this means that instead of failing at multitasking two categories…I will then fail less at multitasking three children in the same cordless category…? But I think multitasking is really an illusion anyway…so if someone says they’re good at multitasking, they’re lying (and yes, I’m willing to admit that this judgement is based on the fact that I’m not willing to admit that someone else is more skilled than I am).

Now that I have sufficiently gone down an odd rabbit trail…here is the ridiculously exhaustive explanation of my killer analogy.

  • Fetuses are like tin can phones. More than connected, but everything comes across as tugs and murmurs.
  • Newborns are like telegraphs. Stationary while communicating with clicks and beeps.
  • 3 months to crawling babies are like phones with cords. Still immobile, but with voice.
  • Crawling to walking babies just have longer cords.
  • Toddlers to 1st grade are cordless home phones. Still limited to the boundaries of your home.
  • Grade school kids are old cell phones. Hit and miss cell reception and a bit awkward.
  • Middle school kids are basic cell phones used only for emergencies. No real freedom, but the illusion of it.
  • Highschool kids are smart phones. They know more than you, but lack wisdom and are still limited to your calling plan.
  • College students are hands-free…but not financially.
  • And hopefully anything beyond college your kids are pay-as-you-go phones. Help them out when they need it.

BabyPhone
MiraPhone
BenjaPhone
OliPhone

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Where’s Mirabelle?

I spy five little toes ‘neath Tigger’s nose

And a bald little head thinking

“If they don’t stop I’ll soon be dead!”

or

“Where the heck is daddy when I need him most?”

Which is what she really said.

 

Where's M?

 

Apparently daddy thought that saving you from your impending doom was less important than taking a picture of it. But all is well and ends well, because he did save you. And the boys…well, lets just say you won’t have to worry about them anymore. Dun, dun, daaaa. Or at least until they wake up from their nap…dun,dun, daaaa…maniacal laugh!

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Brothers Spectacular

Every morning the boys wake at about the same time and stumble into the kitchen with some kind of nest attached to the back of their heads. Their smiles are genuine and their tummies are grumbling. They eat quietly, mesmerized by their cold cereal. As they finish and drink the last gulps of scrumptious, sweet milk, their eyes seem to get that same big-eyed, blank expression as when they were nursing babies. Then…well…the games begin!

One of my greatest joys of parenting thus far is watching my two little boys laughing and playing together. Here we can already find a unique brotherly bond where no matter the circumstances, they have found the need for each other’s presence. Even when there is a disagreement over the role of a certain toy in a particular battle scene, they are together. It is very reassuring to know that where one is, the other is almost always right there with him. There are times, however, that make me extremely nervous and probably every other parent as well. For as many of us know, as long as children are awake, there is constant noise. What scares me is when the noise stops…silence. Usually (about 70% of the time) silence is accompanied by something bad.

As it happened:

silence

Um, where did the boys go?

Murmurs come from behind the chair on the far side of the room.

I grab the camera to try and catch them in the act of possibly putting something down the floor vent or worse, messing with the power outlet.

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But to my surprise and joy, this is what I found. A peaceful, shared activity.

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And wait, there’s more! Of course there’s more. What about baby sister, Mirabelle? She is definitely not left out!

they love her

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Reasons to Cry

INFANTS

Mirabelle Crying

My head hurts from being squeezed through the birth canal.

I’m hungry.

I’m tired.

I’m teething.

I’m uncomfortable.

What else can i do?

2-YEAR-OLDS

Benjamin Crying

I don’t remember.

He hurt me.

He won’t let me have his toy that he’s playing with.

He took my toy.

You said  something I didn’t want to hear.

Time to go to bed.

Time to wake up.

I’m hungry.

I peed in my underwear.

Bad dream

That was scary.

I want my mommy/daddy.

I always cry at 1:00 a.m. (and sometimes at two and three a.m. as well).

My teeth hurt.

I’m just crying.

5-YEAR-OLDS

Oliver Cry

I want my mommy/daddy.

I had my hopes up way too high.

Bed time

I got hurt.

I’m just embarrassed.

PREGNANT WOMEN

Sketch of Lady Crying

 [not recommend to take a picture of your wife when she's crying…I got THE LOOK.]

Just about everything

Feel free to add to the list.

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Giants in the Land

Long, loooooong ago (approximately 4 hours), there lived two little giants. The older was Salad Superhero and the younger Spidermanhulk.  They were bored, so they played God and created a village. The village was called Cowton because Cow was in charge.

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All the critters feared the Giants because they were strong and powerful. But as minutes wore on, the critters of Cowton began to forget about the Giants and their rules and began to do bad things like…threatening to eat each other. Babydeer only barely escaped the wrath of Cow by taking a train to the other side of town.

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Salad Superhero noticed all that was bad and decided to punish Miniature Mankind by knocking them over, resurrecting them, and then knocking them over again in order to set an example for all the critters. Spidermanhulk followed suit and chewed on the head of the postman. But the critters didn’t heed the warning.

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So the town was destroyed…

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…along with all its inhabitants.

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This was not a directed photo shoot. The story was created out of inspiration from the photos and does not completely reflect the thoughts of my children.

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Kids Think For Themselves

I have heard quite often that the habits and mannerisms of children reflect that of their parents. While this is often the case, I fear we don’t give our children enough credit for their originality of ideas. For instance, it is common practice in many homes to read literature whilst using the throne. I however am a little grossed out by the idea of potentially ‘dirty’ hands touching literature that I may soon be reading.  Ironically enough, MY second son Benjamin (now two years old) seems to disagree, for this is how I found him this morning after breakfast!

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