Ahh Heck!

Okay people from the bay area like to say "Hella", or if you like to talk nice you say "Hecka", don't ask, I have no idea where it orginated. I do know I started saying those words in junior high. Well I really try (hecka) hard not to say it, but it is so natural, it just flows right our of my mouth.

So Everett was starving yesterday. His usual at 10am. "I hungry, I want lunch", "my stomach hurts", etc...... He does this every day. Then I heard this new word. I asked him "what did you say?" Everett says "I heck hungry!" Oh nooooooooo.......this word can not be in his vocabulary! But I couldn't help but laugh. This word has no meaning, except to people who live in the bay area, but it's not even explainable. Oh boy!

Hurricane Everett

These images are all courtsey of Everett! He loves, loves, loves, making messes. I could clean up that bedroom and in 10 minutes it's as if I never cleaned it at all. Oh boy. And the outside mess was done yesterday. The bedroom always is a mess. I feel bad for the neighbors who have to look at that mess. I guess I have to make Trevor clean it.

Spanish or English?

On sunday morning we were all in the bedroom deciding if we wanted to go to breakfast. Dayton has begun his talking. BABA, DADA (of course), GAGA, and GOOGOO.
Triniti looked at me and asked "Will Dayton speak English or Spanish?" I just had to laugh. She got embarassed because when I tried telling her dad, she told me no.
I was laughing because I think it is wonderful that she asked this question. She is currently taking a spanish reading class. But I think it is wonderful that she has the ability to think like that. I preceded in explaining to her that dayton will speak English because that is the language we speak. I just thought it was so cute.

Daytons Basket

When I had Triniti, I became very adament that I was to do everything for her. I also babied her very much. Then along came Everett and I decided that daddy was going to help a little and Everett was going to take naps. And when we decided to try for a 3rd child I told Trevor you are going to be taking care of the baby a lot!

Well I still become very bossy when it comes to the kids. I really think my way with them is the best! I also try to keep them on a routine, and am usually very anal about it.Anyways, Trevor does take care of the kids a lot for me. I am always having to go to the store and refuse to take them because I lose my mind and can't concentrate.

Well you wouldn't believe how well the kids act for him. How good Triniti and Everett play together. How easy Dayton will fall asleep for him. One night I came home and Dayton was in the laundry basket. He was having a great time. So I got down on the floor and talked with him. And of course he started to act fussy. I asked how long he had been in there, Trevor said for an hour. My luck! But it is funny are kids, like cats are so excited with the silliest things!

My days lately consist of getting dayton away from the reciever, dvd player, and underneath the computer. And he loves paper. Sometimes I let him hold the paper a few minutes before it goes in his mouth. The look on his face is so cute. And I notice he knows the things he shouldn't be doing. He looks around for me or Trevor to see if we see him, and he has got this guilty look on his face. I lub his little chubby dimple cheeks!

Setting an example

As I watch my kids grow older and begin to understand that they will all be in school one day. I now have to decide what I would like to do at that point. I can not just sit at home while they are in school. And I will be teaching them a valuable lesson, education is important and good at any age, if I decide to go back to college.

The question is what do I do? Do I do something to just make money? Which I went to college already and tried that route. Or do I do something I really want to do? I know a few things I would really love to do. But in my mind I still feel 13 and think that I can not do it. But it is something I absolutely love doing and can imagine being happy doing it. But the pessimistic side comes out and thinks it is just a dream. But I can't tell my kids to dream and make those dreams possible without doing the same. I just realized being a parent is so hard. I don't want to be one of those parents that say "do what I say not what I do". I have to set the example.

Mr. Crumpcakes

Well if you don't know my Dayton is a sweet natured baby. But one complaint I have on him is his sleeping habits. As a newborn he was already sleeping 4-6 hours a night. Couldn't ask for better than that. I guess I got spoiled and when he started to teeth he started to wake up in the middle of the night. I have tried crying it out. Some nights it works and some it doesn't. The other morning he screamed for an hour. And he also doesn't nap well during the day. Which I am working on also.

Triniti got sick last night and threw up a few times. So she slept on the living room floor to stay close to the bathroom. I slept on the couch. Well whom doesn't wake up? Dayton! He did wake up at 4:30 am and I went and put his blankets on him and patted his back for a few minutes until he fell back asleep. I go back to the couch. At 7 am Everett wakes up, but still no Dayton. Finally I hear Dayton and I go in the bedroom and there is that little booger sitting up smiling and talking. I said to him you decide to sleep in the night mommy doesn't get to be in her bed. Figures.

Our walk to school

Triniti said to me today " I love being 6!" I said cool. Than she started to count up, until she got to 10 years old. I told her no! You are going to stay six forever. And she just gave me here goofy Triniti look and said no I will be taller than you one day. I said you are going to stay just like this.

I now know why are parents treat us like little kids for our whole lives. At 6 years old they are the purest, most innocent and inquisitive little humans. Everything about life is exciting and fun for her right now. She looks forward to the future. She doesn't care if I buy her a dollar store toy or a five hundred dollar toy, mommy bought her a toy! Her biggest complaint is not liking what I cook for dinner.

I can't imagine my kids older. I love them at this age. Especially Dayton, he loves me for me. He loves me because I give him his baba, change his diaper and spoil him with kisses all day. And he smiles just at the sound of my voice. But no more kids for me. Strange.

My new Suri do!

I finally decided I would get my haircut after six months. I have a hard time spending money on myself. But decided I had to get it cut after Dayton decided it would become his new chew toy. Ick.

I always have exactly what style I want in my mind. But most times the hairstylist don't understand what I am asking for. And it comes out like crap! But this time I had In Touch magazine with me and good shots of Katie Holmes new hairstyle. Although I had that same hairstyle 13 years ago. Anyways, I finally had visuals. I just imagined them saying "this haircut is for skinny girl" because it was a smut article on how skinny she had become. But the lady I got was wonderful. She said "I've done that haircut for years!" And it seemed like she did. I actually am so excited about how it turned out.

And to top it all off, I have been trying for weeks to get Everett to get his haircut. I even took him on saturday to a place, but ending up getting bruises on my shins. Well he decided he would let me shave his head like daddy. At least after gramma said she would take him to target and buy him a train!

Our Great Mall trip

So on sunday afternoon I decided I had enough of this box, my home. I have been sick with some nasty cold. Can't taste or smell. I never realized how vital those are. Anyways, Trevor arrived from work. I finally was able to take my shower. I knew he had wanted a beanie and since he is so picky, the great mall, well would be great!

But before we made that final decision, did we really want to take the kids? Not that we don't like our kids, but they are those kids you always hear and see screaming and running around the stores and think don't those kids have parents? Well they do and we are them. No they are not really that bad, well yes they are.

So we get there. I am on a mission. Dayton is in the stroller, Everett is in the bottom of the stroller and Triniti is walking. I know there is 1 toy store there and exactly where it is. My plan is to walk next to Everett and block his view. I did a good job until my husband decided he wanted to play and run the stroller ahead of me a few inches. And that was it! Everett turned his head and with his xray vision spotted that toy store. And the tantrum began.

I told him we would get to the toy store, but after we got daddys beanie. We arrive at the first store and in we go. He is screaming. Thank goodness the music was blasting. Even one of the workers was dancing, so Everett blended right in. Eventually he calmed down, when we decided to eat. His 2nd favorite thing is eating after toys. But after two bites he was yelling at us to hurry up and eat he was done and wanted the toy store. And when yelling did'nt work he decided to bite Trevor in his back fat.

And to end this story, we arrived at the toy store. He panicked when he didn't see Thomas the train. He then found them, found the one he wanted and all was one with the world.