Which one is which?

My mom used to have to look at what clothing we were wearing in baby pictures to identify which baby it was.

"OH, that little pink outfit is one my aunt gave to KayLynn but KayLynn didn't get that particular stain on it, that was Lianna, so that is Lianna. I think."

Seriously?? How could she not identify her own precious babies? What kind of unobservant mother was she?

Forgive me dear mother.

Our screen saver on our computer is all our digital photos and EVERY TIME a picture of a baby comes up the kids say, "Who is it, who is it??"

(p.s. IF you need reminding, I am one of four girls. My mom didn't even have the benefit of gender specific clothing for clues.)

"UM, I think....Nathan, yes, definitely Nathan." (Means, I think it might have been Nathan. Or was it Dane?)

Quite frankly, my babies look alike. Greg is fair like me. He has blue eyes. All our kids are blondish/baldish babies with gray blue eyes. They all weighed about the same. They were born in the same era. Heck, they were practically born in the same sports season! Needless to say, particularly with my little boys, more than one picture has gone past with me wondering, now which kid was that?

Can you tell???

A post in which Sara whines

So, I am curious as to what other people without AC do when their house is horribly hot. Today the inside of our house is registering 90 degrees and we/I are none too happy about it. We have hung out in our basement all afternoon but it has turned into a movie fest. Okay for one day but not all week. Any suggestions? Bear in mind that I have a 5 week old baby so hanging out in a pool all day isn't really an option. I'm thinking I may spend a lot of money at the play area in the mall. It has a ball pit, tunnels, slides, and sweet AC.

Oh, and may I add that nursing while your house is this hot it well, even hotter. Johanna ends a nursing session with what little hair she has plastered to her head and the crook of my elbow is dripping sweat. Elbow sweat, now there's a parting image for y'all.

The house

So, about five thousand years ago I promised to post pictures of our house. I may have even said, "Stay tuned for remodeled house pictures!" By now you all think I'm lying, either that I'll ever post pictures or that we live in a new house at all. Well, I got inspired today because this weekend Greg finished our brand new so awesome I can barely stand it seats a boat load of people dining room table. This afternoon the house was mostly picked up and I thought, what the heck, let's take some pictures! I mean, I don't have anything else to do, right? Johanna, you go ahead and make yourself a sandwich if you're hungry!

I will post pictures of the bedrooms another time (don't stay tuned, it could be another three months), for now ALL FOUR OF MY KIDS ARE SLEEPING!!!!

Last thing. All major remodel work (bathroom, kitchen, carpet) is compliments of my long suffering, generous father-in-law Doug. The hanging of all new curtains, new lighting, and newly finished furniture is compliments of my hard working, never complaining, dedicated, smoking hot husband. Oh, and all the new paint is because my own family came one weekend and painted the whole stinking house. Thanks Matt, Lianna, Daddy, and Greg! Have I mentioned before how much my family rocks??

And I'd like to thank the Academy for....

A post that speak for itself

A Nathan birthday post

I know you all are dying for pictures of Johanna, which I promise are coming soon, but I wanted to put up a few of Nathan's birthday. Yeah, the poor kid had a birthday and then his sister had the audacity to be born close to his birthday and his mom did nothing but nurse and do laundry for weeks and here he is, a month into being four, and yet, not blog post! No pictures! The horror!

Nathan is a fun, busy, endearing four year old and so adorable I can barely stand it. He loves all thing super hero and will spend long stretches of time looking through Greg's old collection of comic books. I get asked many times a day, "Who is this?" to which I reply, usually faking it, "Oh, that's Mr. Stretch" and he'll say, "NO IT'S NOT, DADDY SAID IT'S MR. BLAHBLAHBLAH" and I'll say, "Oh, well why don't you tell me who the super heros are" and he'll say "No, I want you to." He and Aubrey have great imaginative play, you could read to the kid for hours, he's wishing he'd taken soccer instead of t-ball, and he REALLY wishes that in a water fight he could do all the water throwing and none of the getting wet. Running around naked is another fabulous pass time. Oh, and if fighting with your brother were an Olympic sport Nathan would be an eight time gold medalist with years of ability left in him.

Happy one month late Birthday my precious little boy. We love you!