In Search of Myself

Other people's kids.

Well, I uploaded over 125 pictures last night, and not a single one of them was an awesome picture of Jake.  But I DID get these great pictures of Jennifer and Priscilla's kids, so it wasn't a total loss.  LOL.

First, the twins -- they are getting SO BIG.  And yes, they are NOT identical.  They don't look like twins.  They don't even look like neighbors.  (ha ha.)  And then their big brother Ryan.

And then there's Aowyn and Elauna.  They crack me up.

And I know you've been wanting to see another picture of the beautiful baby, so here she is!  (9 days old!  She was asleep, so this is the best I can do right now.  LOL.)

Jake on Food.

Ya know how at Wendy's when you're ordering a kid's meal, you have a choice for each element?  Like you don't just order a kid's meal, you have to say "Chicken nuggets kids meal with fries and a chocolate milk."  EVERY SINGLE TIME we order one, Jake pipes up from the back seat, "AND A TOY!  Mom, I want a toy, too.  Tell her a toy!"  I always try to explain to him that they KNOW to put a toy in with the meal, but I guess he's afraid they'll forget.  Goober.

And as long as we're talking about food . . . Jake doesn't like most desserts -- he won't eat ice cream or pudding or jello or most cakes.  (Which leads some people to believe he's not really my kid.)  But he LOVES cookies.  All sorts of cookies.  He has his own random names for all his favorites.  He asked me for a cookie the other day, and I said "Which kind do you want?"  He said "Dominos."  "Dominos?  Honey, they make pizza, but not cookies."  "We have dominos!  I want a domino cookie!"  Perplexed, I told him to show me -- he led me to the pantry and pulled out a bag . . . of Milano's! 

Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies are "black cookies" to him.  He won't touch any other Girl Scout cookies.  He really likes Oreos, too -- but he calls them black & white cookies.  "Honey, they're not black & white cookies, they're called Oreo's," I told him.  He looked at me like I was stupid, pointed to the cookie and said, "This black.  This white."  How can I argue with that?

Journey to You.

here's a page I made of Priscilla and Lorien.  Then I e-mailed her a copy without my journaling, so she can insert whatever journaling she wants to; that way it's HER thoughts and feelings on her page, but it's already mostly made.  :o)

School

Jake's getting closer to accepting the idea that eventually he will go to school.  I told you the other day that for several months he's been saying he doesn't want to turn 5 because he doesn't want to go to school.  Well, the other night we had a conversation about all the cool things you DO at school, and he's starting to get interested.  The conversation basically was Jake asking "What else you do at school?" and me trying to remember cool things or think of things they might do.  Like art class.  kick-ball at recess.  singing in music class.  going to the school library.  learning about numbers.  learning to read.  And he just keeps asking and asking "What else?"  (so if you have ideas for things to tell him next time -- because he KEEPS asking -- please share!)

The he told me he would go to school on one condition.  "I think you have be my teacher."  I laughed and said "Dude, if you think I'm teaching 20 other kids, too, you're insane."  Then he sing-songed "But I think you'd better!"  OMG, it was so funny.

Then he asked "What you do when you're 6?"  I said "You go to school."  "What you do when you're 7?"  "You go to school."  Dude, he went all the way up to 13, in order (getting good at counting!), then randomly asked "What you do when you're 18?"  I said "You graduate from school, then decide if you want to go to college, or get a job."  He said "AT TARGET?"

Welcome, Lorien!!!

Priscilla was scheduled to be induced today, but she ended up having Lorien yesterday!  She was 8 pounds even, I think 20.5 inches.  She has dark hair and beautiful blue eyes, just like her two big sisters.  Here are a couple pictures I took of her today.

Three point five.

In two days, Jake will be three and a half.  It doesn't seem like it's been 1/2 a year already since his birthday!  I've finally stopped counting the months as they go by (although if we're being technical, now he's 42 months old.  wow.  And I do still notice on the 12th of each month.)  But this, I have to take pause for.  Do all moms get sad when their kids hit milestones, or am I crazy?  He loves parties, so he's already talking about being 4.  He says all the time that he doesn't want to be 5 because he doesn't want to go to school.  (Any ideas on how to talk him out of that?  He thinks the kids there will be mean and they will be loud -- I have no idea why.)

Anyway, happy half-birthday, little dude.

P.S. BABY COUNTDOWN: TWO DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't be hyper.

Jake was SO wound up this day, I just couldn't get him to stop climbing on the furniture -- even though I usually don't let him. I decided to just let go and let him enjoy himself for a bit.  (Sorry, Priscilla.  LOL.) He's such a goof. The kit I used was Shabby Princess' Space Boy. (Love the colors, they matched his outfit perfectly. LOL.)

Elauna!

Baby countdown: THREE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Click here to see a layout Priscilla made of her beautifully big belly!!!

KELLY!!!!

* I grew up in the middle of three.  We drove my poor mother crazy.  LOL.

More Blast from the Past

I just feel like working with these old pictures for some reason.  Gotta go with what inspires me!

Also, take a look at Priscilla's blog for some pictures I took of her last week -- baby countdown is 6 days now!