Faith- 8 months

Faith learned to pull up to standing this week. She started on the bathtub and quickly progressed to anything else that stands about 18 inches off the ground. She also learned how to get back down- I was quite impressed as I watched her gauge the distance between her butt and the floor, clearly think it over, then decide to take the risk. She plopped right down and looked up at me prouder than proud.

With the holidays coming up I had to get her several Christmas dresses last weekend (which Brian humored me about until he got really tired of chasing after the two boys in the consignment store and asked me to JUST MAKE UP MY MIND ALREADY!)- one of them is an over the top long sleeved, red velvet number with a satin bow in the back which she will wear with white tights and her patent
leathers :) I am SO opposite of the "girl mom" I thought I'd be (much to the amusement of those around me, I am sure!). She is still toothless- and mostly bald- but I am sure she will be a vision in her holiday finery.


I think she is saying words. "Na-na" comes when I am feeding her bananas. "Da-da" is said first thing in the morning when she is laying next to (or crawling all over) her daddy. I know, she is only eight months old and I'm sure it is just coincidental babbling. Still, it is fun to listen to and a huge reminder to slow down and enjoy her babyhood while it lasts!

Some Species Eat Their Young

Those species may have got this parenting thing figured out.

One of the fallouts of Jake attending Kindergarten this year is that he is acting more like a Kindergartener. Go figure.

Actually, if I hadn't compared notes with several other parents with children age 4-6 I would describe his behavior as "pre-teen".

"Whatever" is now a "time out word".
As in, "Jake, please put your shoes away.".

"Whatever!" (often accompanied by a deep sigh and possible eye rolling.)

He continues to entertain (or is the word I am looking for "annoy"?) us with his constant dialogue. I swear this kid never shuts up. Especially in the car. You know that scene in Shrek 2 where Donkey and Shrek and Princess Fiona are driving to "Far Far Away" to visit her parents and Donkey keeps talking and talking and talking and finally Fiona shouts: "Just for five minutes, can't you just stop being YOU!". Let's just say that Brian and I can relate to that scene.

Seriously, though. He has grown up overnight. In good ways, too.

• He is so much more independent and helpful with Tanner and Faith. The other morning Tanner woke up before 7 (the time at which Jake is allowed to come in our room) and we heard him get up and crawl into the crib with Tanner. He proceeded to read book after book to him while saying things like, "Dada is sleeping right now. He'll be in to get you soon, Tanner." (By "read" I mean look at the pictures and recite what he remembers about each book)
  
• He is into taking care of the environment and reminds us to reuse everything, picks up trash on walks to throw away at home, and recycles all that he can. My car is full of empty soda cans and wrappers he has found while running errands.
  
• He is really into football right now. And he plays it like a pro. I swear. You'd think he had lessons or something. He throws with a spiral, catches from across the yard, and loves to "kick off" and "hike" the ball. He can keep score and add each 7 point touchdown (we haven't gotten into the one point conversion thing yet...) to the previous score.
• His latest favorite song is by the Dixie Chicks- "I'm Not Ready to Make Nice". He tells me that he feels the emotions in the song -that parts make him feel sad and ready to cry, parts make him mad, and parts just feel good to shout out at the top of his lungs. We listen to it several times each day on the way to and from school. He tells me that part of the song makes his eyes get teary... and I know exactly what he means.

In all the ways that matter to me he is still little, even when he acts big: He's still my snuggle bug and loves hugs and kisses and sitting on my lap. He doesn't mind when I sing and dance to the songs on the radio, and I've yet to embarrass him in front of his friends. Most importantly, he still thinks his dad and I are the coolest things ever.

For now I think the kid is safe from being ingested.

Piece of Work

We're coming up on Tanner's 2nd birthday. I have to say - he is a boy with a personality. I've said before that he is my Grandpa Simonich reincarnated, and I still believe that. First and foremost, there is the smirk - dead on Grandpa smirk, nobody else in the family has that. This is the look that says, "You can tell me to stop doing this all you want, and I may or may not, but we both know you're really not going to do anything about it, don't we?" I love my boy, but I am terrified that maybe he got more than his fair share of my "eff you" genes. We were driving this last weekend and this song came on the radio. This is, and will be Tanners theme song (I added it to the mp3 player if you want to listen to it - it's the Jimmy Buffett version). Here are the lyrics:

Piece of Work
(Will Kimbrough)

I'm a piece of work, I'm iron and lace
I'm shy, I'm right up in your face
I'm all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass.
I'm a sweetheart, genius, reckless jerk.
Lord, have mercy, I'm a piece of work.

Well the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I'd remember him or her
In the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death-sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Even better, bad to worse,
Down to the letter, I'm a piece of work.

I'm a piece of work I'm an angels fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I'm zen wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God almighty, What a piece of work.

I'm a dreadful sight, I just don't care
Spent all morning pull out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
I was half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, bloody mary, please
Wipe that smile right off your knees
I'm the CEO of the mailroom clerks
Lord have mercy, I'm a piece of work.

I'm a piece of work, I'm a love sick boy
Cloth cap, caviar, and corduroy
All over the map, justa lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choirboy's face
Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out woman, I'm a get to you
I'm a gladiator with a mind to irk
I'm a see you later, I'm a piece of work.

Happy almost 2nd birthday buddy. I Love You. (P.S...you scare the crap out of me!) - Dad

Dinosaurs, Superheroes and Vegetables, oh my....

After us "Non-Professional" Trick or Treaters had our fill, we came home to do the philanthropic work of the handing out of the candy. Tanner and I came home and got him into jammies in between answering the door bell. Tanner didn't quite get it at first, but was very curious. Once he got in the swing of things, he had a lot of fun. The routine had to be as follows: we would sit on the couch and watch an episode of Magic School Bus (as far as kids shows go...not TOO bad) until either the doorbell rang, or Tanner spotted someone from his seat. I would then get up and answer the door. He would come up right behind me a little slowly, if the costumes were not too scary (if they were scary, he would watch from the family room). He would check out the costumes, and once he could tell that the candy had been dispensed and the interaction was at an end, would very loudly announce, "BYE" and slam the door in their faces. Then he would run back to the couch and point at my spot and say (equally loudly), "Dada, Dada, Dada" while pointing where I was supposed to sit....and the parade would begin again. We did this for an hour or so, after which I took him to bed, not be heard from again until this morning.

The other photo above is one of the few we have been able to get of him lately. He has begun to love the camera, not being in front of it, but looking thru it, so it has been difficult, at best, to get him to hold still. He is just a blast to be around and is starting to follow in his big brothers foot steps, playing both baseball and football. He is VERY proud of himself when he catches the ball or get's a hit....he stands and preens and yells, "Mama, mama, mama", non-stop, until you say "Good Job Tanner" at which point he lines up to do it again.

Trick or Treat

Faith was just about the sweetest ear of corn I've ever seen. Tanner loved his dinosaur costume,despite being unable to walk in the "claws", and Jake enjoyed throwing make believe spider webs at all passersby while trick or treating last night. Thank goodness my mom was here- we definitely needed the extra pair of hands while getting them all ready, pictures taken, and out and about for the festivities. We had to divide and conquer: I took Jake, Brian had Tanner, and my mom wheeled Faith around in the stroller. After going around the block with all 6 of us, Jake and I joined up with another family in the neighborhood to continue the serious trick-or-treating while Brian and Tanner went home to answer the door and hand out candy and mom took Faith home and put her to sleep.

Jake loved running from house to house while my friend and I kept toasty warm with the hot toddies, hot cocoa, and hot cider that many houses were handing out to the adults. Best quote of the night? Overheard from a father: "Time is candy, Josh. Let's keep moving!" The kids were out in the hundreds (literally). Though warmer than last year, it was down to 35 by the time we got home a little before 9 and Jake and I were both ready to cuddle up under a blanket. Jake dumped out his candy and Brian, mom, and I laid claim to our favorites while he dove in for a few more bites before bed.

Pumpkins, Pig Races, and Popcorn

We made our annual pilgrimage to the pumpkin patch. This year Grandma Cori was able to come with us, so the girls all watched the pig races while the boys played in the popcorn bin, jumping pillow, and cow tractor.

Faith is crawling on all fours now and, as you can see, gets herself in lots of tight spots.She has discovered the power of crying and is thrilled to death when her screams- which, by the way, sound like someone is pulling her fingernails out one by one- bring mom or dad to her room at 4AM.
We are OK with the "crying it out" thing, but three hours is a lot to bear. Usually she is happy as a clam though, and has smiles for everyone around her.

Tanner has four fangs. Seriously, the kid looks like a vampire right now. He has learned to say, "I love you" and when you ask him, "Do you know how much Mommy loves you?" he answers with an adorable, "I knooooooooow!". I wish I could record it and put it on the blog so I could listen to it when he is 16 and I want to kill him for staying out all night without phoning.

Jake loves his school. He comes home talking about new yoga poses he's learned, explaining what "cadence" and "tempo" are, and showing us his new football moves. He's exhausted at the end of each day, which makes bedtime much easier. He's asleep before his head hits the pillow on school nights. Weekends continue to be a different story...

There are lots of days when Brian and I (as a coping mechanism) remind each other that this trying period won't last forever, and too often we find ourselves yearning for the years ahead when they are all a bit older and (hopefully) easier. But there have been a lot more moments in recent weeks when we crank up the iPod and embrace the chaos, knowing all too well that this won't last forever.

Life Just Got More Interesting

Faith is crawling.
Not in the traditional sense of the word- on hands and knees, chugging forward gracefully.
No, Faith crawls like an inch worm. She is quite a sight to see.
She starts on all fours, pitches her upper body forward, lands on her chest, rolls to her head, then pulls her knees up and starts all over again. As ungainly and uncomfortable as it looks, she moves quickly from one room to another, much to the delight of her two brothers who watch her and squeal, "Mom! Look! Look at Faithy!" or, in Tanner's case, "BABY!! Mama, BABY!!" They are both so obviously proud of their little sister.

First Fish

Jake caught his first fish this morning! We set out at the crack of dawn (after the Mickey D's, of course) and went to Quinn's Pond in Boise. This is a little pond right in the middle of town, literally about 10 minutes from our house. The State of Idaho Fish & Game has a family fishing program and there are little stocked ponds all over the state so little trips like this are really easy and fun.

Jake knew that we were going last night. The plan was to leave early this morning and sneak out before Mom, Tanner and Faith woke up. To that end, Jake woke me up at 1:30 AM, asking if it was time to go fishing yet. He couldn't go back to sleep and spent the rest of the night in our bed. He was wide awake again at 5:00 AM asking if it was time to go yet. I managed to hold him off until 5:45 AM before I got up with him so Marisa could try to get a little more sleep and we set off at o' dark thirty. It was still pitch black when we got to the pond, at which point it was explained to me by Jake that it was my fault it wasn't light yet and that it was so cold outside. We came back home (again, not that far away) and got some mittens for him and set back out.

It was a beautiful morning, crisp and clear, about 40 degrees out. We sat on the dock and fished for about an hour before Mr. Attention Span had had enough and then we came back home. It was a really low impact trip, maybe we'll head back tomorrow!

Weather is Here... Wish it was Beautiful

We spent our anniversary weekend up at Redfish Lake. Despite the less-than-stellar weather conditions (it rained both days, had thunderstorms both nights, and actually snowed on our way home!) we had a great time. It's kind of a cool "old time" family camp with cabins, a lodge, a restaurant, boat dock, and general store. We enjoyed breakfast in the lodge both mornings, looking out over the dock (see the black and white photo above), took walks on the many bike paths, and fished during the day. The sun came out from about 4-7 on Saturday so we rented a canoe and took turns paddling around the lake with Jake while Faith hung out on shore and Tanner got filthy dirty and soaking wet on the beach. Nights were cozy (once everyone finally fell asleep!) and the kids slept late both mornings. Our drive home was accompanied by a CD Brian had made for me for our anniversary that was copied from a tape he made me on one of our first dates, 7 1/2 years ago. It was fun to remember the days of our relationship pre-children and to enjoy the family we have created together. We will definitely go back next summer- hopefully wearing shorts instead of winter coats and hats!

"Do As I Say Not As I Do" .

Jake started an annoying (and disrespectful) habit this weekend of "threatening" us whenever we didn't do something he wanted. Here's an example:

"Mom, can I have some more juice?"
"Sorry, Jake, but you've had enough sugar today. I can get you some water if you want."
"If you don't get me some juice I AM GOING TO KICK YOU IN THE KNEES!" (Or "in the penis" if he was speaking to Brian.) Other variations included: throwing a book at us, hitting us with a bat, etc...
Charming, don't you think?

So, starting out with "effective parenting techniques" we had a discussion about threats and why they aren't OK and better ways to handle your anger, etc... etc.. ad nauseum. But it kept happening, despite time outs, logical consequences, you name it. We were completely fed up and frustrated. So at one point I said (loudly) "Jake, if you don't stop it I am going to spank you!" Note two things: One, I have never spanked this child and don't really believe in it. Two, it was probably an empty (yes, you named it...) THREAT.

Did Jake let this less than proud parenting moment slide? No. Of course not. This is what he said:

"Mom, you are the adult. You are supposed to be setting a good example for me. You and Dad have been telling me not to threaten you but YOU just threatened ME! How is that a good example? How am I supposed to learn?" That's verbatim- said with extreme sanctimony.

He may be smart, but his self preservation instinct is clearly not his strong suit.

Fishing Trip

Properly licensed and everything, Jake I went out fishing for the first time for real this morning. We went, literally, down the street to the Boise River after a real fisherman's breakfast at the Micky D's.

The river is so easy to get to, and there are miles of trails up and down both sides, so it was a pretty low impact trek, but much more along the lines of what I expected for our first real fishing trip. There was some impatience with the process, some snags, some lost gear, a few close calls (for me) with some hooks on hyperactive back-casts, and no fish. I didn't manage to get my pole in the water, but it was fun to watch Jake experience his first trip. His main impression was that the bait smelled bad.

You could see the fish jumping as we fished both sides of the river and the small pond there, but caught more sticks and moss than fish. I am positive that if I could have gotten a rod in the water we could have caught something, but I spent most of my time untangling, retreiving hooks that were launched into trees, re-baiting when the bait was flung out into the middle of the river because he forgot to let go of the reel and the line snapped back, and mainly getting a good, religious Sunday morning dose of fatherly patience (something I admit I don't generally have in large reserve), but I did really well this morning.

I don't know if it was just the Jake/Daddy time, if it was being up and out early on a Sunday, listening to the bluegrass station in the truck, or if it was being out on the water while the sun rose in the sky fishing, but despite all the above I had a really good time and am gearing up to go next weekend up in Stanley on the lake. Let you know how that goes then....

The dangers of hanging out under Tanner's chair...

...sometimes you get Ramen noodles dropped on your head.

You say tomato.....

"Ah bee ah beez!" This is Tanner speak for just about everything. Usually it means, "What's that?" but sometimes, if accompanied by a delighted shrieking sound and a finger pointing at food you are currently eating it can mean, "I want some of that!". Actually, ever since he discovered how to say "bird poop" his vocabulary has increased by leaps and bounds. He repeats everything we say and even though only a trained ear could understand it, he says "fist bump", "high five", and "hug" (our routine at bedtime). The other morning I got Faith up- which always causes a loud and excited rendition of " BABY!! BABY!! BABY!!" from Tanner. I laid her down to change her diaper and said casually that she was poopy. He literally ran over, grabbed a diaper, wipes, and cream, sat down beside me and began to wipe her bottom and spread on cream (no matter that it wasn't open). He is infatuated with a book that we have that has pictures of a dog in it and a grandma. He points to each page and says "doggy" and "nana" incessantly. He can do this over and over and over and over. We may need to hide that book soon to keep our sanity! He loves to push his lawnmower around and tonight on our evening walk/bike ride he insisted on pushing it. We didn't get very far as he was trying to eat a candy cane, push the lawnmower, and pick up every fallen leaf he saw. We are concerned about evening walks once the leaves really start to cover the ground :)

Faith had her six month check up this week and was declared to be "perfect" by her doctor. She is tall (27 inches) and weighs 14 pounds. She smiled for everyone and only cried when they did her shots. She is trying so hard to crawl- she gets up on all fours and rocks, then gingerly tries to move one knee forward before collapsing onto her belly or head and starting over again. She babbles, loves Baby Mmm Mmm's (an Idaho baby treat that we discovered with Tanner last year), and is getting a little more fuzzy hair on her head. Her daddy calls her "fuzzcicle".

Jake is settling in really well at Foothills. He has become very comfortable there and has made lots of friends. Yesterday he went on his first "lunch out" (each class goes out to eat once a week at our school) and tomorrow has his first library visit (the Boise library is across the street). He has yoga, art, spanish, and music weekly. It's pretty cool. I love having him there and getting to have a little one-on-one time each morning. Knock on wood and everything else, Jake has been going to sleep a little easier the last few nights, although a complete nights sleep is still not on the mommy and daddy menu. He still comes in to our room at some point each night for one thing or another. It has been: 1. a drink the first night, 2. to be re-covered up the second night, 3. and last night because he wanted to give daddy a kiss on the arm. Normally, you can hear his footsteps when he comes padding down the hall, but sometimes he sneaks in like a midget ninja and is just standing next to the bed when you open your eyes. As Brian sleeps on the side of the bed by the door, I am a little afraid that Jake will give him a heart attack some night (it's just like The Shining...)

As for me, I am adjusting well to the school year. Working 85% is heavenly- I drop Jake off M-TH at 8:30 then drive to the gym (3 minutes away) to work out and shower. Sometimes I stop for a cup of coffee. It's great because it allows me some alone time and also makes my mornings easier since I don't have to get myself ready in the AM- I just throw on some workout clothes and can concentrate on feeding, dressing, and playing with the kids. My students are much more normal this year. No one is in equine therapy yet. I am enjoying the school so much more this year. The new leadership has made a huge difference in morale and being able to call most of my colleagues "friends" again is huge. Riding out the bumps last year was hard, but worth it.

Updates

Some updates on the blog. The MP3 player is there for your enjoyment. It is our MP3 files hosted at an off site server, so nothing weird will happen if you click it. We picked some songs that we liked that we thought you might enjoy while you read. We will change them from time to time for variety and thematic sake!

We also have our new fall colors. The leaves are already turning here and the 100+ temperatures seem to be yesterdays news. Looking forward to the changing seasons once again.

Enjoy the changes, as always, all feedback is welcome. Thanks for reading!

Hittin' the Road

Faith is finally old enough to ride in the bike trailer with Tanner, so we took off this morning for our first family ride. After weeks of resisting it, Jake loved riding on his trail-a-long and T and F just chilled out in the trailer and enjoyed the scenery. Fall is just starting here (it got down to 41 degrees last night!) and the chill in the air made our morning ride so enjoyable. We rode out behind our house through farmlands. Faith fell asleep a half hour into the ride and Tanner let us know by "Shh-ing" us and pointing at Faith. We are heading to the "real" Redfish Lake in two weeks for our anniversary and are so excited that we can bike around the lake with the kids.

PS. Can you believe this is how old Tanner was when we moved here last year and we found out Faith was on the way???? Crazy.

Manhattan (Sleep) Project

Jake's on-going, repeated and cyclical issues with sleep (going to, falling, staying etc.) have made Marisa and I quite the pre-schooler research scientists. We are constantly looking for causation, patterns, alternative methodologies to get him to go to sleep so we can watch some G*d#mm%d "Prison Break" and have some kind of life together outside of, "Do you smell something?" "Where is (insert name here)" and "Can you please get (insert name here) I've got my hands full and you are just sitting there doing nothing.".

Along the way, we have learned to function on severely reduced sleep, to instinctively take over when the other is close to infanticide and generally cope with the fact that the odds of getting all of the kids to sleep on time and for them to sleep through the night at the same time are roughly the same as being attacked by a shark that is being struck by lightning.

Along those lines, another bedtime change. We were recently given a double bed, which was the plan for the boys down the line, they would each have their own double bed. Jake has cycled back to Armageddon-like bedtime struggles and one of the openings that our trained scientific ears heard was that he said he thought he would sleep better if he and Tanner shared the big bed. We had been toying with the idea of moving Tanner out of his crib for awhile now (needing it as we do for the baby-Jesus, even that sentence is crazy!) and figured that as long as bedtime sucks right now anyway, we might as well kill two birds with one stone. It makes no sense to get Jake to the point where he goes to bed easily and then to move Tanner and start all over again. So we jumped in and moved Tanner and Jake into the big bed as shown in the photo.

We are on our fourth night or so and it's getting easier. Jake is going to bed easier, although part of Tanner's nightime routine is hitting Jake in the head repeatedly, and Tanner likes the new bed. One of his consequences for the aformentioned hitting is being put back in his crib, which makes him cry. When you ask him if he wants to go back in the big bed, he points towards it, puts his binky in his mouth, grabs his stuffed monkey, and says "da". He is still getting used to getting himself to fall asleep in it with Jake, and Marisa has taken to laying between them until they both fall asleep, which allows me to write basically whatever I want, unchecked, on the blog. Tomorrow, my opinons on abortion, legalization of marijuana and who I think killed Kennedy....stay tuned.

Kindergarten Bound

After much debate we decided to take Jake out of his preschool/daycare and try him at Foothills with me. Being as this decision was made last minute, there were no more openings in the early learners program so we started him in their Primary program- which is a K-1 classroom. We enrolled him with the intention of him completing a Kindergarten year at Foothills then a "real" year of K at the public school next year. He was really excited to come to "mommy's school" and although he had some sadness at leaving his friends and teachers in daycare, he mostly was feeling positive.

His last day of daycare was so special. His teachers all expressed their joy at having had him there and their sadness at his leaving. He has always had a special place in his teachers hearts and this has never been more evident than on Friday. Miss Pam ( the tough Southern lady that even scares me a little) gave him a huge bag of gifts and cried. At naptime Jake asked Rhonda (the owner) if he would be allowed to come back if it turned out he didn't like Kindergarten. She took his face in her hands and assured him that he would always have a home there. More tears were shed. Despite the fact that I wasn't thrilled with their pre-k program, I never had any doubt that he was very loved and I am so glad Tanner and Faith are still there to grow with that loving care.

He has had a great first week at Foothills. Although he is smaller than most of the other students he fits right in. He is in the classroom right next door (and I use the term "door" loosely as the school has no real doors between rooms...) so I can stop by and have snack with him each day or participate in read aloud or art, etc... So far I am loving it and I think Jake is, too. I had a lot of anxiety about the move and it became obvious that I was pestering him too much about his feelings about the change because on Day 2 he finally looked at me and said quite matter-of-factly, "Mom, I'm not sad. I'm not upset. I'm just really tired!" I took that as my hint to back off :) Carry on, Little Man.

(On a similar note, Tanne was moved into the toddler room today. We all feared he would take it hard, not being one that embraces change easily. But he proved us wrong. He participated in circle time, slept on his mat, ate at the table, and generally was amenable to all the changes this brought to his day. We are both really proud of our guy.)

Wildfire Summer

One thing that I didn't think about when moving here was the fire danger in this part of the country (especially with global warming, sorry republicans - but yes it does exist!). There have been fires all summer, mainly out of our part of the state, some in UT, up in the Ketchum and McCall area. But Thursday it was our turn.

The fire in the picture is right behind Hidden Springs. The brick building in the picture is the Merc, and if you haven't been here to visit us yet, the black roof that you can see over the top of the Merc is ours. The fire burned for most of Thursday afternoon, over 100 acres up in the hills. There were ground crews, two helicopters and two bombers figting it for most of the day. You can see the house it got closest to up on the hill in the picture.

Our nieghborhood was never in real danger. In fact I sat on our friends swingset down the street in the afternoon with my buddy Greg watching the helicopters pick up buckets of water from the ranch across the street to dump on the fire line, as did most of the folks on our street. It was interesting and a reminder that eventhough we live in the biggest city in the state, we're still just a little speck in the wilderness up here.

Career Choices and New Words

It's been a funny week.

Tanner discovered "bird poop" and now points at every splotch he sees
and asks, "Ber poo, mama? Ber poo?". Our son... he knows a limited number of words
and for some reason one of them is "bird poop". Go figure. In the category of "maybe he'll be riding the short bus to school one day" he looks out the window of my car constantly and excitedly points to the bushes and trees and screams, "Moooooo!".

Jake, having exhausted his parents by resisting bedtime (and by resisting I mean screaming, hitting, yelling, complaining, crying, and acting- in short- like his hair was on fire) was up late with us one night- our strategy being that we were done fighting and he could go to bed when he wanted but we would be ignoring him completely. We were watching (this is embarssing but I'm going to admit it...) LA Ink, a reality show about tattooing. He was on the couch and wasn't much interested or paying attention, so I thought. Apparantly he was more intrigued than I thought as he announced a few minutes into the show, "Mom, I know what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be a tattoo artist!". His dad is very proud but I'm quite certain we are out of the running for the Parents of the Year Award.

Our Kids in 17 Syllables

Faith
Laughing, loves to play
There's more to life than milk now
Big drool machine


Tanner
Mischievous smile
Hey guys...catch me if you can
Blowing raspberries


Jake
Smart, funny, kind heart
Did I mention "challenging"?
Please send instructions

A Full House

Mary, Lisa, and the four kids came for a weekend visit to Boise on their drive from CA to Minnesota. We had a great time! Even Tanner enjoyed the visit- once he realized that none of them were here to babysit and that mom and dad weren't going anywhere without him! Our visits with Lisa and her family have gotten so few and far between- especially considering we used to get together monthly back in CA- so we are so grateful for this one. We hung out at the pool, got icees at the icee shack, went out to breakfast (the waitress probably wanted to go into hiding when she saw us approach her section!) and basically just watched the kids play. We turned the boys room into the bunk house with 5 of the 7 kids sleeping in there on various mattresses and beds. We got to know Connor a little bit and Lisa got to know Faith. Jake loved being with his cousins and cried and cried when they had to leave. Several phone calls ensued over the next few days as he worked through his withdrawl :)

Tahoe Vacation

Like all family trips, this one had its ups and downs- the cranky days and the spectacular ones, the stellar parenting moments and the ones you hope no one was around to witness. (Or, as Buffet says and real life proves, "The good days, the bad days, and the going half mad days"...


There was the evening drive there where the boys only slept for the last hour and were hyper at midnight when we arrived; the afternoon fishing trip where Jake proved to be an absolute genius at casting; the dinner out in Squaw Valley where all the kids ran around and climbed on rocks and tried their hand at pool with Brian in the arcade; the last minute decision to drive to Tahoe City for the free concert at the playground that turned out to be one of the best nights of our trip; kayaking (or as Jake called it, "sailing" on Donner Lake); rafting down the Truckee River (Jake's third trip and Tanner's first) with Auntie Shannon ("Nikko's Shannon" not "Wyatt's Shannon"); getting all 7 kids (mine, "Wyatt's Shannon's", and Kim's) together for a BBQ and popcicles on the deck; Jake playing tennis with Papa; Jake drinking too much root beer (against my advisement) and throwing up all over the Bass Outlet; Faith rolling halfway across the living room in record time and sitting up alone; Tanner learning to say "Nana" for grandma; sitting at River Ranch after our raft trip and enjoying drinks and hotdogs on the patio; the kids getting to spend lots of time with grandma and papa, both "auntie" Shannons, and Kim and her family. I am truly thankful.

Here's hoping you all are having more good days than bad days and are keeping the "going half mad days" to a minimum :)

Daddy/Tanner Roadie..

This was a very complicated vacation from a scheduling standpoint. I was back and forth to Tahoe a total of four times; two times driving and two times flying in the space of two weeks. The plan was for Marisa, Jake and Faith to head down to the Bay Area for three days while Tanner and I drove back to Boise from Tahoe. Circumstances made it so that Tanner and I ended up driving back to Boise from the Bay Area instead. We drove down and dropped Jake off at his Auntie Sues and then Tanner and I headed off to Boise and home from there - a total of 14 hours in the car for my little man.

Tanner was an absolute champ the entire way, yes, that's right, all 14 hours of it. My man was the perfect road trip companion (way better than my wife). As I explained to Marisa; Tanner was fine with whatever I wanted to eat, he was perfectly happy with long stretches of silence, didn't need to stop to go to the bathroom (god bless diapers), and never, not once, not the entire trip, complained that the stereo was too loud. We didn't stop so we could get out and stretch our legs as Marisa often makes me do. It was the perfect roadie for me; start the truck, crank up the iPod and don't stop until you get where you're going (isn't that why God made drive -thru's?).

Tanners limited vocabulary became fairly clear during our time in the car. He would say; kar, twuck, at (which means hat), dojies (which means dog) and eventually (around the Oregon boarder), finally figured out moo is what the cows say. On a complete aside; remember the river scene in City Slickers? Billy Crystal is trying to herd the cows across the river and exclaims, " I'm 40 years old, and I'm saying moo cow in a river." Substitute me being 38 years old instead of 40 and a Suburban with all the windows rolled down for the river, and I was there man ( I love that scene!). He also asked, every 10 minutes or so where mama was, baby was and dada was. When I explained that dada was driving the car, he would giggle hysterically and then start over again with mama. We got home about 11:00 PM and Tanner and I fell into bed and slept like two guys who had just completed a monster road trip.

We spent the next three days together, just Tanner and me, and it was Daddy/Tanner time long overdue. I had a great time with him, and if I need to take another long road trip - I'm gonna be lookin' at you big guy (at least until you're out of diapers, after that I am taking your sister!)

Catch Anything?

Jake has been talking about going fishing for awhile now. Don't ask me how he knows what fishing is, but he does. It has been years, I don't even know how many, since I have been out fishing, but I promised I would take him. Cori had bought some kids fishing rods at a garage sale and Jake really wanted to go, so I said we would go while we were on vacation.

We went to the sporting goods store and bought me a rod as well and then went down to the Truckee River, right where it connects to Donner Lake. I have never been in there before and it was really cool. For you Fish & Game people out there, we did not use hooks as we didn't have a license, so there Mr. Smartypants!

I figured that it was going to be a frustrating experience learning how to cast, getting the line tangled up, losing bobbers, etc. Man I couldn't have been more wrong. After about five practice casts, Jake was flipping his line out into the middle of the river with no problem at all. He was doing way better than me trying to learn how to fly cast!

I enjoyed fishing a lot back when I used to go on a regular basis so I am hoping that I will be able to take the kids out quite a bit (I've got a 1 in 3 chance for a real fish crazy kid!). I have picked up a fly rod and am looking forward to trying to learn how to do that while the kids spin cast. It's also an Idaho thing (A River Runs Through It and all that) and you can't live in the state unless you are willing to kill something for sport. If I get the kids into fishing, and we don't tell anybody that we catch and release, maybe we can fit in a little bit - since I won't, under any circumstance, take any of them hunting.

Crowded bed....Happy Birthday!

I am officially on the "far side" of my 30's. But I look at this picture and can't help thinking how amazing my 30's have been so far- and how lucky I am. Breakfast in bed -complete with fresh berries, homemade lemon cream, and fresh squeezed OJ- was followed by a day of my choosing. We got a babysitter for Faith and took the boys to school. Starbucks and the paper, a relaxing lunch out, and a matinee of Die Hard 4: Live Free or Die Hard filled the afternoon. The movie was so ridiculous and I LOVED every second of it. I am still a huge Bruce Willis fan- 25 years after my first crush on him began (although I no longer hang pictures of him all over my bedroom walls!).

My Trip to Auntie Sue's

Auntie Sue and I played baseball. I played baseball with my cousins and Grandma Mary. I went to Chuck E. Cheese for Cayden's birthday and I played air hockey. I ate pizza. My mom and dad were at Boise. I watched Air Bud Volleyball and played checkers with Christian and Cayden. We ate root beer floats and chocolate donuts- and the plain kind. I slept with Auntie Sue. I want to be back there and it was FUN.

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Jake had a great time hanging out with his four cousins, Mary, Lisa, and Auntie Sue. It was a packed house and a busy three days. Mary and Sue are still recuperating :) Jake didn't seem to miss us much and actually cried when I showed up to pick him up on Wednesday! (I tried not to take it personally!) I told him that Southwest will let him fly alone when he turns five and he is already angling to get a weekend trip there next year. I know this is a trip he will remember forever and Brian and I are so grateful to have such wonderful family in our lives.

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Tanner's Motto

"Be prepared.... and always bring a broom."
The princess knee and elbow pads (intended for Abby) were a big hit with Tanner. He generally wears his bike helmet with them. You can't blame the guy... you never know when you might get a "boom" injury.

Of Patriotism and Pizza

Everyone dressed in their finest red, white, and blue for the 4th of July parade. We set up a tent in our front yard and had neighbors over to listen to music and BBQ. Tanner and Faith watched from our front yard as Jake rode his decorated bike in the parade, waving to spectators and throwing out candy. We visited the pool twice and ate too many hotdogs. We were all beat by 6:00 and decided to order the traditional patriotic meal of take-out pizza to end our day. We didn't make it to the fireworks downtown- (boy it was a lot easier to do things
like that with one kid!) but no one seemed to notice :)

Faith

Our little girl is 4 months old already. At her check up she was 12 pounds and 24 inches long. She is holding her head up really well, rolling both directions, and chattering up a storm. She smiles and coos and sort of giggles. She is a happy baby and loves to be talked to. She is sleeping much better now (thank goodness!) and only wakes up once a night to eat. We are having so much fun with her, as are her brothers. She likes to go to the pool with us and sit in the water on my lap. She loves having her diaper changed. Go figure. There are definitely days when I look at Brian and ask, "OK, which one is it gonna be? We can't keep 'em all." but I wouldn't trade her for the world.