No pictures thankfully ...

I have showered twice since 2 pm today.

Can anyone guess what I did that made me shower twice in one day, when some days I don't get a shower at all.

Give up? I ... gulp ... climbed ... up the ... I feel lunch coming up ... playland thing at McDonalds today!

If you ever want to be creeped out, step inside one of those things. Took the boys there today after MOPS, Evan tells me during lunch that he is not climbing to the top because it is too scary. Fine with me. I'm not climbing in that nasty thing either, so I thought. Evan decides after wolfing down 4 McNuggets that he is Superman, and goes straight to the top. So after yelling at him from the bottom for 10 minutes, Nick decides to just go up and see what is going on in there. Bad idea. I don't know if he got scared, realized just how ucky it was in there, saw a giant rat, or what, but he started crying. Minor at first, I heard a faint cry, kinda like I do most days. But then it grew louder and Evan was at my feet to explain that Nicky was stuck. So I was looking up this tube thing and the lady that works there, same lady as last year when Evan got stuck. She says to me, 'you can go up there and get him.' 'Yeah, I know, I just don't want too.' He continues to cry, Evan goes up and tries to drag him down, no luck. So with great hesitation I started up the tube. Who know who caught it all on their dreaded cell phone, it will probably be on you-tube next week, labeled 'Giant mom is having too much fun at McDonalds.' When I started, I just went fast, I was afraid if I stopped, we would be leaving Nick at McDonalds. So I am half way up this thing, when I get plowed over by about 3 little kids. I am like geeze, you can't see me in here, you can't hear my kid? Bunch of hill runners. I got Nick down, he calmed down as soon as he was out. I am wiping his nose and he says to me, 'that was fun mommy.' Sure it was.

Thankfully we have no pictures.

4

Ear;y this morning Evan jumped in bed with me and said, 'mom am I still four?'

I think he likes being four.

Janurary 15, 2009

So today Evan turned 4.

How in the hell did that happen?

I can remember sitting at this exact computer and staring at his photo when he was still in Guatemala. I remember thinking if I just stare at it long enough he will move. I remember July 16, 2005 like it was yesterday. Waiting in the hotel room for him, we didn't know what he would be like, we were just waiting for him. I remember waking up that next morning, after not really sleeping much, just checking to make sure he was breathing all night. He just looked over the crib and we put him right in bed with us. I remember dressing him so wrong. Taking everything that was 3 sizes too big, not ever putting socks or shoes on him, which is total taboo in Guatemala. Who knew? Not me. I just wanted to hold him next to me and look. I just wanted to touch his skin and feel his breath in my ear. I remember giving him a bath, we of course have it on video, and he slipped in my hands. I was sitting on the wet floor, with a new baby, who was squirming, and he just kinda slipped. Not that anything happened, but I remember watching that video when we came home, because we did not have kids yet, so that is what we did. And now when I think of that it makes me laugh. We watched that video over and over. I remember that dreadful morning when Mike went down at 6 am to get coffee and the foster family was already there to pick him up. Mike came back to the room and he looked like he had seen a ghost. Evan was still asleep. So Mike filmed more of him, just sleeping. We had to wake him up, get him dressed, get all of his new clothes packed ... and give him back. Back to a foster family that I knew loved him, but I wanted to love him. I did not want someone else taking care of my little guy. Mike and I cried so hard. It was so hard coming home. I had taken 5 rolls of film, back in the old days when you actually used a 35 mm camera. I developed them all, paid the extra to get them back in one hour. Took all 135 photos with me everywhere that I went. Showed them to everyone. Explained to them about each outfit, and why he was sleeping in this photo or that photo. He didn't do much at six months. But I looked at those pictures and my friends were kind enough to look with me and let me cry. And cry I did. Seems like I couldn't stop.

Wow.

Seems like a million years ago. Now I have a four year old little boy. Who talks non-stop. Who tells me everyday 'I love you little mama'. Who fights with his brother. Who wants to only have chocolate milk. Who loves and loves to play Thomas the Train. Who wants to know how the snow got on the ground. Who wants to know if I have ever been in a submarine. Who loves his daddy. Who helped me make his chocolate cake today.

Wow.

How lucky are we?

I love you little Evan.

Things are getting higher and higher around here ...

See that last picture I posted of my little angel Nick! He is such a little ... well I had better not say on here. I am moving everything up, up, up. He gets into everything. Today I printed something, then turned off my printer, to go to the bank. But I failed to take out the paper loader of my printer, that was enough for him. When I came home, I did not leave the boys alone, Mike was here. I turned my printer back on, I wanted to print a picture of my little angels. It would not print, kept saying paper jam. I just used it. So I get down on the floor, now that in itself is a chore. I am looking into the paper thingy, thinking I am going to have to take this stupid printer apart and then it will never work again. Then I am thinking, holy crap, I will have to buy a new printer. Then I see something in there, hmmmn. I go and get a flashlight and a glass of wine. So I am down on all fours, both boys are climbing on my back, saying 'what are you doing mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy????? At least it was not a peanut butter sandwich jammed in there, it was 4 ink pens! In this tiny little tray thing, how did he get those in there? And how am I going to get them out? I finish the glass of wine. Then I get a wooden spoon and attach a piece of scotch tape on the end and very gently get the tape on the pen, so I can pull it out and not push them further in. Eeee gads. I swear this kid gets in everything. He pulls things off that Evan would not even think of! And then he just gives you this grin, I will post that grin.

More wine please!

Happy New Year 2009

I have not posted in so long, the holidays were busy around here, and I wanted to get to it, and then something always gets in the way.

We finally removed our Christmas tree just yesterday. I'm not sure who was sadder me or Evan. It was our prettiest tree ever. It almost touched the ceiling and it was just beautiful. Now it is outside on our deck, it snowed a bit last night, so it looks just as pretty outside. Not to mention the fact that Mike and I made homemade bird food, coated it on pine cones and strung it on the tree for the birds. It should create much activity for the animals once they can get at it. We have about 8 inches of snow on the deck. The tree is right outside Nick's window too, he is starting to get better about his monster/hedgehog thing. So he will be hearing the critters and even be more afraid. This thing about being in his room alone, just started about 4 weeks ago, I guess when I stopped blogging. He would not stay in his room, he claimed there were monsters or hedgehogs in his room. We are through it I think, he has slept in his room the last 5 nights. He must have his overhead light on and the hall light. So it is quite bright, but at least he is sleeping. Here is a picture of him in our bed, this is what Mike and I would find every night when we would go to bed.

Now I need to run to the bank before they close.