Pretty naughty

Lucy has been a little hard on me this week. I don't know if she just needs some attention or just being a typical 2 year old. I have to keep both eyes on her at all times... which I can't do, or else! There was the nail polish in the carpet incident to start off the week: she poured the entire bottle of my new bright pink polish all over herself and the carpet. It soaked all the way through the carpet. We spent hours with a carpet cleaner and straight acetone to try and get it up with no such luck.

The next naughty thing was a jar of vaseline along with diaper rash cream rubbed into the carpet. While I was cleaning that, Lucy climbed up on the counter and got the peanut butter out and open and covered herself and the counter in that. I put her in the bath and had to feed the baby right then. So while in the bath, she decided to "go potty" in there, which she hasn't done since babyhood. She was screaming until I was able to get her all cleaned up. Daisy was upset about not being finished eating, and Boyd was also shouting, "Stop crying everybody!" 3 kids yelling at once is not my favorite.

Lucy has been on and off potty training for a while. This is an off week for her. She also decided she doesn't want to wear diapers or go in the potty. Every so often I have to check to see if she has one on, and most of the time is no. So, I have had to clean up some pee pee spots in the carpet. I know not to yell at her for it, but we've had some talks and candy bribery and nothing is sinking in. So, yesterday Lucy took off her diaper and pooped all over her room! Ewwwww! In the bath she goes, so I can clean up her pig sty room. Our carpet cleaner sure got some good use this week.

Anyway, after that was all clean and Lucy was clean and dressed, I put on a show she asked for and went to feed the baby. She asked for some apple juice, and I told her as soon as I finish the baby I will get her some. So, she decided to get it herself, spilled the whole bottle of juice on herself, the counters, and kitchen floor. So she's back in the bath, and I'm cleaning up stupid apple juice! If you've ever had to clean up juice, you know how much it sucks! Takes so much to get all the sticky off... and the baby's crying again and Boyd's yelling "Be Quiet!"

Last night, Lucy wanted to get in the bath again because Boyd was having one, of course. This one was a team effort to be the naughtiest in the bath, with their yelling and splashing and fighting and laughing and wet floor- pretty typical actually. But, this time they decided to pour the entire new bottle of baby soap and shampoo into their bath. Aaarrrrrgggghhh!

Those were just a couple of highlights... there were plenty more this week. I should also say there were many nice and sweet things too. This afternoon Lucy climbed up on my lap and we watched Cinderella together and she was stroking my arm and gave me a few kisses and loves. I asked her if she was my good girl, and she thought for a second and said, "No, I pretty naughty."

Swibbin'

Our pool is now open! Hooray for summer. Too bad its all cloudy this weekend. In a break in the clouds yesterday, we decided to go for it. The kids were so excited to go "swibbin'." Even little Daisy was a good girl for the pool. I had her feet in the water and she loved that, but not so much when I tried to sit her in the water- she gave me a pouty lip. Ken was trying to get the kids to jump in the water, but they sort of did with holding hands. By the end of the summer I think they'll be swimming alone again. Probably not Daisy, but I think she'll be sitting up in the water on the stairs. Doesn't she look super cute in her little suit and tiny crocs (which are too big)?

Speaking of suits... when Boyd was little he called them "go suits" for some reason. Yesterday Lucy said "go suits" too on her own, but she wouldn't have known that Boyd said that 2 years ago. How can that be genetic? I have weird kids... that definitely is not genetic, unless we are talking about their dad, right?

Funny kids

The other night Boyd and Lucy decided they didn't want to sleep in real, comfortable beds. All on their own they emptied their frog toy box and make beds out of it and fell asleep that way. Boyd fell asleep in the frog the night before, too. Of course Lucy was jealous and made do with the lid of the frog. I think Boyd looks pretty funny sleeping upright. He can sleep anywhere and still stays asleep when we try to move him. Lucy usually wakes up when we move her, but it was a good thing she was only 3 feet from her bed. It doesn't look very comfortable in there, but the kids thought it was cool apparently.

Daisy on my mind

I gave Daisy a new look with some stylin' little piggy tails in her hair. I love doing girly stuff like that. And this one doesn't scream at me for doing hair yet.

Daisy has been working on trying to suck her thumb for months now and finally she's a pro. Its really cute!
She's turning into such a little chunky baby. She looks especially satisfied after a meal and a nice, cushy pillow to rest. Ahhh the good life!

Mama's Day

Mother's Day is always a good time to reflect on life and have some gratitude for mothers. My own mother has been gone over 20 years now. I have very little memories left the longer time goes by. A lot of what is left is just memories of memories or just feelings that I can't put into a story. A few years back someone in my ward gave a talk and said something that stuck: "All feelings of tenderness come from your mother." I think that's a pretty true statement and that most everybody holds a special place for their own moms.

For me, having babies makes me especially miss my mom. I'm sure its a lot of crazy hormones talking, but I really get emotional around each child coming into the world. I wish they could be able to know their other grandma. I think if she were here, I would probably just talk about normal mom stuff and ask what life was like for her when she was my age and what her babies were like and did dad help out very much (I think I know that answer). My dad is quite vague on details- maybe only moms can remember specifics to each kid, I don't know.

I really am grateful for the few memories I have of my mother. Recently, I was up most of the night with a sick baby, just worried to tears about her and I had a memory of my mom I haven't thought of in a really long time. I was probably around 4 years old, I was really sick with a high fever. My mom held me and rocked me in her rocking chair the whole night with exception to taking my temperature once in a while and putting a cool washcloth on my forehead. Sometime early in the morning (it was still dark), she drove me over to the doctor's house- he was in our ward and lived just around the block. I was just in underwear and was worried about leaving the house like that. My mom tied my blanket around me and said it was okay to not wear clothes this one time and the doctor won't mind. She must have been just worried about me as I was about my little sick one. Only as I get up at night for the baby I don't mind so much knowing that someone got up in the night for me and worried like I do about each sniffle and cough.
I am also grateful for those who helped raise me and fill the mommy role I needed. I was lucky to have step mothers and big sisters to help me grow up into the person I am now.

I had a nice mother's day yesterday. We made it through most of church, then had some lunch, Ken helped me get the house clean and put together, and we took a walk with the kids (they were so good!), and then had an awesome dinner outside with the fam. It was great weather, too. Happy mother's day!

Another Daisy post

I know most of you already saw this super cute picture on Jenna's blog, but you can look at it again because its so ridiculously cute. Baby Daisy was blessed last Sunday. She was just an angel for the whole day. I think she loves getting full attention all to herself. Everyone passed her around and talked and cuddled and cooed to her for hours and hours. It was so nice to have her daddy give her a really nice, sweet blessing and she got to feel all the love of her family and friends who came to see this sweet baby girl. Daisy is such a great blessing to us. I didn't know I could love another kid like I love the other two, but she just fits in our family like it was meant to be. I think she promised to be a good baby for her mother's sanity if Heavenly Father let her come to us despite our "permanent" birth control attempts. This good little baby slept 9 hours straight last night. Woohoo! A funny thing Daisy does is cry if either Ken or I holler at the kids- she sticks her bottom lip out an inch and lets us know she doesn't tolerate yelling.

The other kids also had a pretty good day too. Lucy made it most of the way through Sacrament meeting until a fruit snack incident, but after she had a great time playing with cousins. Boyd hasn't EVER been in such a good mood on a Sunday. Its usually his worst day because of the disruption of the normal schedule and crowds of people really bother him. He even had an extra family event after church and he was an angel through all of it. I'm so proud of him and all his recent progress. Its been quite a while since he had a huge nuclear meltdown tantrum, and even his small fits are fewer than ever.