School. Days.....? Oh, forget it.

Nothing really exciting going on around here on the home front. The kids have been generally very pleasant and cute to be around these days so I guess that means no interesting blog stories. Jeez, happy kids are boring. Pffft.

Evelyn is at school today and the babies are napping so the house is eerily quiet. I hear random banging and humming from Oliver upstairs so I know he's ok. He's just chugging along with his trains.

Chugging.

Trains.

Get it? I'm hilare!

......so.... anyways,

I called the school recently to ask about next year's kindergarten program and turns out Evelyn will be going all day next year. That means, everyday. all day.

Five. Days. A. Week.

Now, if you asked me how I felt about this six months ago, I would have probably told you how sad I feel or how much I'd miss her, but now that I've had a taste of what a quiet household school life is like for all of us, I'm really excited. More importantly, she loves going to school and always comes home smiling, regaling me with story after story. I'm sure one day she'll wake up and declare she "hates school" and is "never going to go again", but I'll enjoy her innocence and excitement for as long as I can.

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So, we're all finally almost all better around here. Thankfully, the kids are 100% - I'm the only one holding onto the disgusting congestion and cough. Plus, I've been having sinus pain the last couple of days, which has made me even more pleasant. Har.

I've managed to work out a total of five times in the last two weeks, three of which are from this week. I'm trying to make a habit of it so I don't make excuses for myself to skip and get lazy. I haven't lost any weight, which.. FINE, universe. YOU WIN, but I definitely have more energy and am a little less moody. Hey, I said a little.

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Ooh, babies are awake. Time for lunch and then I have to load them in the car to get Evelyn. Fun times.
OMG. I make myself sound so exciting. Somebody stop me.

Life lessons, one day at a time.

As we were leaving the playground, I spotted a mom walking towards the park with her little girl in tow.  The girl might have been 3 or 4 years old, wearing a fuschia sweatsuit and rainbow tennis shoes. I felt bad that we were leaving just as she was arriving, for she looked like she wanted to play with all the kids.

The mom sat down on the curb as her daughter continued walking towards us to the slide. As we passed her, I let out a cheerful hello. I turned to Evelyn, expecting her to follow in response but she simply stared at the girl and looked away. I tried coaxing her to say hello, to at least be polite enough to acknowledge her existence but for some reason, she kept avoiding eye contact. Feeling slightly embarassed for myself and sympathetic towards the little girl, I said goodbye and we all kept walking on to our car. As i opened the doors to hoist everyone inside, I asked Evelyn why she hadn't said anything to the little girl and her answer shocked me.

"I didn't like her face", Evelyn told me matter of factly as she stepped inside.

"Why? What didn't you like about it?" I asked.'

"I didn't like it. It was dark" she replied back quietly as she nestled into her booster seat

This is the part where a thousand tiny little knives plunged their way into my heart.

The little girl was of Indian descent, dark face, dark hair. Not unlike people she's seen before but nevertheless, too dark to be acknowledged by my five year old daughter.

Shocked, I immediately admonished her for saying and thinking such a thing. The next few hours were spent having a terse discussion with Evelyn, trying to explain to her why what she said was inappropriate and in fact, wrong. I explained to her how she might not realize it, but that we are different to most people just like that little girl at the park is different to her. I explained to her about not judging people based on their outer appearance but by the kindness of their hearts. I tried my best not to scold her but deep down, I was very hurt and angry and ashamed. How could my child possibly feel this way, let alone know to feel that way about anyone?

If there is anything John and I try to instill in our kids, it's kindness and acceptance. We both know how it felt to grow up being the minority and even in this day and age know what it is like to be the only yellow face in a sea of white. But we don't want her to ever feel ashamed of who she is, who she was born into this world to be. We want her to know she is a Korean-American. She has a culture and values different from many of her school peers. We want her to be proud of who she is, always.

At the end of the night, after I had exhausted all of my efforts to explain to her what had happened, I told her simply:

God made us all different. Some people have black hair, some people have yellow hair, some people are brown, some people are light. Some people are nice and some people are bad. And yet, God loves us all because He made us all. So we have to try to be like God and love everyone, regardless of what they look like or what they might do.

My explanation may sound elementary but she is in kindergarten so it's rather apropos. I guess after trying to always overanalyze and criticize the world in which we live, sometimes the best answers are the most simple.

I think Evelyn understands why I was so upset and I hope she realizes what I was trying to teach her. I did my best to turn the situation into a teaching moment and certainly hope I succeeded but there is still a lingering pang of sadness in my heart. I just couldn't believe that something so mean had come from my daughter's thoughts.

Maybe I'm overreacting to the situation since she is still just very young but I think yesterday's incident was a stark slap in my face. It was a reminder to all of us that it is not the responsibility of the school, teachers, media or caregivers to teach our child important life lessons and morals. It is our job as parents to mold our children, to teach them well......and to lead the way...?

Hmm... that sounds like part of a song doesn't it? Whitney Houston, anyone?

All I have left to say is this - This parenting job, it is really challenging. And really important. And quite possibly the most important job I'll ever have.

So I better not screw it up.

First of 2010.

First post of the new year! It only took me 8 days to write my first post of 2010. Although, it has been significantly longer between posts. Don't ask me what's wrong with me lately, I don't know either.

After two weeks of winter break, Evelyn is back in school and let me tell you, things are QUIET when she's gone. All of my kids have inherited the "quiet in public, obnoxious in private" gene. So on the days when she doesn't have school? It's blow horn city around here. Especially, especially during Wesley and Elliott's naptime.

Awesome.

Speaking of Elliott, the two babies are becoming quite buddy-buddy. They seem to nap better when they go down together, although Elliott doesn't like to nap for any longer than one hour and 45 minutes, max. Whereas my baby, if the conditions allow, can sleep for up to three hours. This is after sleeping anywhere between 12-14 hours a night. What can I say, all my children also inherited my "sleep so much it's impossible you can be tired but you're still tired anyways" gene.

My genes - future therapy gold.



Speaking of tired.

I am t.i.r.e.d.

All. the. time.

No, I'm not pregnant. Moving along.

I suppose this dreary weather has something to do with things but generally I'm just always so exhausted. I admit, I've been sleeping later than I should and waking up a few times during the night.

Curse you, small bladder! Curses!

Also, my diet has been horrible these last couple of months. These days my main food groups have consisted of coffee and creamer. And yet, here I am. SO. TIRED.

I also can't remember the last time I enjoyed a fruit or vegetable. Sure, I'll grab one of the kids' apple slices here and there but I don't think I've actually eaten an entire apple or any healthy green vegetables. In fact, I really can't tell you what I've been eating. And yet, my arms are still sausagy and I have whole milk cottage cheese on my thighs. Damn metabolism.

Anyways, I don't really believe in setting New Years resolutions because I think it's silly to only have goals during one time of the year. I know I need to start eating better and exercising (UGH) even though it is something I abhor. I've dusted off our trusty treadmill in the garage and one of these days maybe I'll use it.

Hey, I said maybe.

Baby steps.

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Proof that my son is incapable of taking a decent picture.

Hey, let's take a picture!

Put your hand down!

Dude, open your eyes!

Hello, did you even hear what I said? YOUR EYES. OPEN.

OK, now close your mouth!

Not your eyes. Your mouth.

....Oh nevermind.

My first

I remember like it was yesterday. Awake at 1:30 in the morning, drawing a bath and wondering what the hell I was doing. Calling the nurse and asking how to tell if they were real or false. Watching the dogs tilt heir heads in curiosity as I bobbed up and down in a tub full of warm water. The nurse said if it was false, they'd go away once I got in the tub.

They became worse..

Then I remember poking him awake, whispering that I thought it was maybe "time to go. NOW". I remember him bolting out of bed, jumping in the shower trying to desperately shock his body awake, even though at this point it was now closer to 2 am. He threw on a hat, grabbed my hospital bag and we jumped in the car. I grabbed at the door handle, writhing in pain for the longest 20 minute car ride of my life. At this point they were coming every 1 to 3 minutes.

The next thing I remember is being wheeled into a room, baring my ass so I could get into the gown and snuggling into the bed with the pillow I had brought from home. Every few minutes I felt a searing pain shoot across my stomach, followed by a brief moment of relief. But that moment was always over just a little too soon, and then I had to brace myself for yet another jolt of pain. Hot, searing pain.

Then the nurse came in, asked if I'd like an epidural and I said "Yes. Hell, yes". When the anethesiologist came in, I rolled on my side like an obedient dog waiting for some bacon strips and waited for the extremely long needle to do its magic. 30 minutes later I felt all the pain subside, as well as any other feeling in my body from the waist down. I can't recall ever being so happy as I felt the pain lift away from my body. It was at that moment I decided that I'd have a t-shirt made, maybe even coffee cups, that said "I love the epidural. I love it so much I would marry it". It was that good. Drugs are good! And then, time seemed to suspend in air, like fruit in a jello cup. It was now 6 in the morning and I felt I deserved a nap. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was having him tuck me in and then pass out himself in the chair next to me, exhausted from me gripping his hand like a wad of putty.

I woke up around 8. The nurse informed me that I was ready to go. Hmm, I could have probably refuted her statement but I figured it was probably safer to listen to the medical professional than my tired, irrational bloated mess of a body. The next hour flew by. I remember pushing, resting, pushing, resting. I also remember thinking that the time would have been more enjoyable if the tv had been turned on to the food network. But anyways, after some more pushing, she was here. Finally here. They placed her tiny, bloody body on my chest and I remember thinking "

"Whose baby is this? She's black!"

and also,

"Yay, I'm not pregnant anymore! I can eat sushi!"

Heh. What can I say, I am random.

But upon closer look, I realized "Oh. She's dark because she looks like John. She looks like her daddy."

I watched as they weighed her on the scale, wiped her eyes with ointment and wrapped her up like a delicious, tiny little asian burrito.  The nurse handed her to John, who wiped his eyes and stared at her in amazement. Then he placed her in my arms and all I could do was laugh. She was so dark, so hairy and so tiny. She was the baby I'd incubated for 9 months. The baby who left me a present of angry stretch marks and bad skin. And yet, all I could do was stare at this beautiful thing.

Evelyn Hae-bin Bang, we'd decided her name would be.

And now, five years later, here we are.
She is the best daughter in the entire world.

Illness sucks.

Tending to a sick child is one of most stressful things we'll ever face as parents. Not only do we have to constantly wipe and sanitize every surface of our home every five minutes, we have to worry about spewing bodily fluids, hacking coughs and lots of tears. Having three kids, I have to worry about this triple time because not only am I trying and hoping that John and I will avoid the sickness so we can adequately care for the children, we have to try and ensure that the other children will not get sick. I haven't yet decided which is worse - all of the kids being sick at one time or the tag team method my children usually employ of one after the other after the other.

This time around it started with Evelyn. Tuesday morning she woke up complaining about how she wasn't feeling well but she did not have any other symptoms besides the whining and let's face it, if whining were a symptom, there would always be something wrong with all of the children in the world.

I thought about keeping her home from school but Tuesday was picture retake day and there was NO WAY she'd be missing that.

Priorities.

She was fine throughout the day until a couple hours after I picked her up in the afternoon. By that night she was running a high fever and had body aches and chills. I spent the next two days walking around with a can of lysol, spraying randomly here and there while my kids played in their rooms, oblivious to the germs breeding on every toy they handled. I did my best to sanitize their things while they were occupied with other things - movies, coloring, pooping.Evelyn spent most of the two days huddled in a ball on her bed like a pathetic little lump. Evelyn's fever finally broke last night and today she is as good as new. And as loud as ever.

Unfortunately, Oliver woke up very early this morning with a slight fever. I tucked him back in and he slept for another few hours, emerging around 9:00 with the very rosy, flushed cheeks. No amount of bribing would get him to take any form of fever reducer so I had to resort to mixing children's advil with some cranberry juice. Now, if you know my son, you know the two true ways to his heart - trains and food. Unfortunately, I wasn't about to bribe him with a train (we already did that with the flu shots - go ahead. JUDGE MY PARENTING SKILLS.) so I figured a sweet concoction of juice and advil would do the trick. And it worked! He sucked that liquid down like a soldier in the Saraha desert. Hopefully he'll get better over the weekend.

And then there's little Wesley. Sweet little Wesley. I'm trying to dilligently to make sure he doesn't get sick but my efforts may be in vain, especially since he is in the phase of putting anything into his mouth, including the leaves that blow in when I open the front door. Crunchy! I'm hoping he'll manage to stave off any sickness and stay healthy.

I just hope John and I manage to avoid falling ill. Because the last thing I need is to tend to a large man-baby.

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Photos of the random variety

Evelyn was sad because I kept taking pics of Wesley so I offered to take a picture of her and Oliver. Aaand this is what they gave me.

Wesley learning to use a fork. His fork must be selective because somehow it wouldn't pick up any of the green vegetables on the table. Heh

Someone insisted on taking a picture together. Can you tell which kid isn't quite pleased?

Happy to have the pink princess chair all to himself. Maybe it's time I get him his own chair. That is not pink. Oh and not ugly.

Ladies, you like what you see?

Fears and unanswered questions

I'm trying not to let this consume me but I keep thinking about what happened at Evelyn's school. A million thoughts keep going through my mind as I replay back the events of today. I wonder who would have noticed if she was missing. I mean, if John and I hadn't followed the bus to school, who would have known she'd even made it there on the bus? As parents, how are we to even know if our kids make it to the school via the bus on the first place. Sure, buses are touted as safe rides for children of all ages. We were assured at the school open house that special care and attention would be given to all the kindergarteners.

Well, if this is their idea of special care and attention....

How does something like this even happen?? I mean, obviously no one even noticed my little four year old girl wandering the halls upstairs alone until an announcement was made. If we weren't there to draw attention to this issue, would the announcement have been made at all? Who would have known to look for a little girl in a purple jacket, a little girl named Evelyn Bang?

No one would have noticed. No one would have even known.

So how am I supposed to comfortably send her back there, day after day? How do other parents do this? How do I let go so my children can grow up and become strong, independent adults? How do I let go when everything within me wants to lock them up in the house and homeschool them - er, if I were that kind of parent, of course. Heh.

This parenting thing... how do people do it.

I really don't know.

Only the first day and I'm traumatized

Update: After discussing things with John, we both feel it is best for my sanity in everyone's best interest if we drive Evelyn to school and pick her up. I ended up picking her up today in front of her classroom and felt relief when I saw her heading out of the class wandering to the left straight for me. Maybe we'll try the bus another day. Or never. Whatever.

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The day started off innocently enough. I rolled out of bed a little before 7 and jumped in the shower. My stomach felt jittery with anticipation and dread. Today was the day my baby was going to kindergarten.

I had a hard time getting Evelyn to wake up at 7:20 and had to sternly lecture her a few times as she struggled to pull her pants on and whined about not wanting me to wash her face and curl her hair. She managed a few bites of waffles and eggs before it was time to head over to the bus stop. My original plan was to walk with her while John met us with the car. However due to being behind schedule (Evelyn is the slowest eater, btw), we all ended up driving over together.

We spent a few nervous minutes taking pictures and chatting with Evelyn while in line for the bus. When it finally came time to get on the bus, she shyly stepped forward, turned around and gave us a wave. On my tip toes, I could see her tiny self settle into the second seat behind the driver. She stood up so she could see us and we all waved like mad people until the bus left us. The minute she stepped on the bus with her giant backpack attached, I started to cry. I was so overwhelmed to see her getting on this huge bus without us.


I'm going to miss her all day long.

(The sweet part of the story ends here)

Once the bus sped off, John and I jumped in the car and tailgated the bus through another 5 or 6 monotonous pick ups before it headed over to the school. During the drive, John and I chatted about our little girl, hoping she was doing ok on the bus. Hoping she wasn't getting sick. Hoping she wasn't crying.


When the bus finally pulled up to the school, John ran to meet her as she was getting off the bus while I went to the classroom to wait for their arrival.

But the arrival never happened.

Apparently when John reached the bus, he saw the older student already exiting and heading into the building. We were under the impression that the youngest students would be dismissed off the bus first and then escorted to their appropriate classes but he thought maybe today they were going to get off last. So he waited... and waited... and waited...

And she never got off. So he went into the bus to look for her.

The bus was empty.

And she wasn't there.

At this point, John was livid. LIVID, I TELL YOU. And if you know John, then you know what this means right?

We spent the next ten minutes running around the school like maniacs, trying to figure out where she could be. The worst thoughts ran through my head - Was she lost, had someone taken her, did she get off at a bus stop when we weren't looking? WHERE WAS SHE OMG.

The principal tried reassuring us that she was fine - if she had gotten on the bus, she was here somewhere.

Then I punched him in the throat. We stared silently as he tried to assure us we'd find her.

Finally, the secretary spoke with the bus driver to confirm that no students were left on the bus and then she made an announcement over the loudspeaker.

After what seemed about a gazillion years later, John finally spotted Evelyn walking down the stairs with a teacher. Apparently she had gotten off the bus and not knowing where to go and having no direction, she simply followed the other older kids upstairs to the 4th and 5th grade classrooms.

Seriously, people. What... the....*BLEEP*

When we attended the open house last week, we were assured. ASSURED. that the kindergarten students would be greeted at the bus and taken to the appropriate classroom. So what the hell happened today? I understand the first day of school can be hectic and disorganized but someone needs to figure this all out. Learn to deal with the hectic and disorganized and take care of my child, damn it!

After speaking with the principal, John was still very upset and we were both hesitant to leave her at school. We watched her through the doorway for a few minutes and then reluctantly made our way into the school parking lot.

Initially I had planned to just meet her at the bus stop after school but I think I am going to head over to the school before 3 and watch her physically get on her bus and then I'm going to be glued to that bus until it reaches our bus stop. Then I'm going to scoop her up, take her home and lock the door behind me.

This day is the most stressful ever. and it's not even lunchtime.

Two more days

Two more days.

Two more days until my first born goes to school for the first time ever.

I am dreading the thought of being away from Evelyn for six hours, 3 days/week. I can't promise you I won't cry. I'll probably weep a little. Like a dude whose team has lost the superbowl.

She had her kindergarten open house last Thursday. We had been anticipating the open house for weeks, hoping to get more acquainted with the school and the teacher. I was also hoping I'd be able to get some of my more pressing questions answered.


Will she be ok on the bus? How do you handle lunchtime? How many times a month will she have PE?


I was really counting on going to the open house to have any doubts quelled and to make myself feel better about the decision to have her start this early. We stayed at the school for over an hour and met Evelyn's teacher, explored the classroom and took a short bus ride. When it was finally time to leave, Evelyn was in a fair mood. She seemed a bit nervous about her classroom but was very excited about the bus ride.



And I?



Did not feel better about anything.



At all.



I left the school feeling more apprehensive than I had been leading up to that night. I think visiting her classroom and meeting her teacher were concrete indications that my baby is indeed growing up quickly. Too quickly. Her teacher seemed nice enough, if a little indifferent towards Evelyn but I'm sure it was the atmosphere of having many overbearing parents and hyper children running rampant around her legs while trying to discuss school logistics. Or maybe she was just indifferent. Who knows. I guess we will see as the school year progresses.

Evelyn seems ready to be in a classroom setting. To be learning new things and making new friends. She seems so ready to grow up and discover an entirely new world.

But I'm not ready. Not ready at all.

But I only have two more days to prepare myself.


Two more days...

Randoms. Quotes. Pics

Well.

It's been quite the Oliver show around here on this blog lately, hasn't it? I do have two other children, I swear I do! And they give me just as much joy and grief as the next so I figure it only fair to share the blog time, don't you?

Hmmm, not much has been going on these days. A couple weeks ago it was so hot I could barely stand to do anything. Even preparing meals for the kids had me sweating like Richard Simmons. Thankfully it's cooled down considerably so I'm back to my usual half grumpy self (instead of full on grump, if you didn't know).

The next few weeks are going to be quite busy for me, as I have two birthdays plus preparation for Evelyn's first day of school. *SOBS* Let's not talk about that right now, ok?

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Funny quotes from the kids:

(Driving in car on way home from playdate)
Evelyn: "Mommy, Oh my goodness, Wesley just totally passed out. "

Oliver: "This is my golden eagle" (points to his boy stuff. Yeah, I don't know either.)

Evelyn: "Mommy, for Oliver's birthday let's take him to Chunkin cheeses."

And lastly...

Evelyn: "Mommy, Oliver and my crotch look different. I have a bajyna!"

EH.....

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Pictures! Crappy ones but hey, just take what you can get mmkay?

Waiting for me to rescue him from the crib. He looks all shifty eyed, doesn't he? And also, pointy chin!

Um... I think Evelyn took this picture? Pretty good job, if you ask me. Baby's not too shabby either.

Now this is what he looks like when we first enter his crib to rescue him. Looks like his smile is going to rip his face in half.

Poor Peanut, subjected to Evelyn's diva-like ways.

Evelyn: "No Peanut. You stay there!"

Peanut: "eh..............."

Oliver's been doing pretty well with the potty training and napping, thank goodness! He went through a phase of skipping naps which just about did me in. DID. ME. IN. I say.

During that time, I'd find him in sprawled on the ground, passed out from delirium.




Look, I don't teach him to sing with his mouth full of food but this was too funny. He likes to make up words, just like daddy!

Naps. Ring Slings. Grocery carts.

Oliver is trying to give up his naps.

He's not even three yet!

Is it too much to ask that he gives me at least one more good year of napping? Please? C'MON! Throw me a bone.

I just heard him come out of his room. *ANGER!*

Update: He wandered around upstairs for a while before retreating back to his room and flopping on the bed. VICTORY IS MINE.


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I've always touted the greatness that is the Ergo baby carrier but my new obsession is now the ring sling! The ergo is great to carry front OR back but it does require alittle extra effort with all the clipping and hoisting. The great thing about the ring sling (look. I'm a poet!) is that it is easily portable. I can just roll it up and stuff it in my bag. Plus, I can carry Wesley a variety of different ways, from having him face me to sitting on my hip to forward facing like a kangaroo. I wish I had tried to use the sling when Wesley was a little lighter but he's still under 20 lbs so it's not so bad. My shoulder does seem to get sore after an hour or so but it is still quite handy to wear, especially when I'm chasing after the other two kids.

See! Look how cute!

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I've been feeling a little off kilter lately and can't seem to figure out exactly why. I am just feeling extremely lethargic and unmotivated and it's beginning to wear a bit on the kids. I mean, I'm a total homebody but it's not fair for me to project that onto my kids, right? So that's why I've been trying to make more of an effort to take them out of the house during the day. John works such irregular hours that many days I'm home alone for very long stretches. This makes for some challenging dilemmas, such as grocery shopping. I've been wanting to try grocery home delivery but john always scoffs at the idea. I guess he'd rather have rice and egg again instead of letting me just buy normal groceries! Either that or Fred Meyer and Top Foods need to make larger grocery carts so I can shove all my children in there while fitting groceries in as well.

OR, I could just put the two in the cart and carry Wesley in the ring sling!I am such a genius.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

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Speaking of, do you like his hat? Here he is eating "Wunch.... or di di di di dinnuh!" (see previous video)

So happy when I finally rescue him from his crib.

Playing on Yoon yi's deck. Must have been really bright out that day. heh.

Pictures and a video

I've been in a writing funk for a while so please forgive. I'm padding this post with lots of pictures which I'm sure will make Lisa very happy.

Also, four out of five of us Bangs have been sick - The lucky one who escaped illness is currently out celebrating on the golf course ;) - so it's been a rather dreary few days for us. Thankfully most of us are on the mend.

Anyways, enjoy the pics (All taken from my point and shoot Nikon)


Peanut taking a nap with Purple Monkey. She tolerates the kids pretty well considering they scream her name constantly. She can't help that she's popular, you know....

Doesn't Elliott look extra happy here? It's so difficult to get him to smile. I often say I have to act extra stupid to get him to crack. He's a tough nut, this one.

I tried to get a shot of all the kids but Oliver got bored and left. Obviously Wesley was trying to follow his big brother. I like how Evelyn is trying to look all casual in this pic.

Elliott's smiling so hard his face is gonna rip!

Do you like Wesley's shiner? It's actually just a scratch that I covered with neosporin. Shiny!

Deep thoughts....

I love Peanut.

Cousins! Don't they look like they're jumping?

Elliott's throwin gang signs, yo!

I found Evelyn asleep in my bed with my face mask. She must have found it under my pillow. HA HA HA.


BONUS VIDEO:

I remember watching a video of when we were younger. Lisa and I were playing in our little pool out in the back and suddenly my mom started spraying us with the hose. Of course we screamed because the water was freezing cold but the funniest thing I can remember about the video is how distinctly you can hear my sister yell to my mom, "I HATE YOU!"

Man, we started at a young age. HEH.

Anyways, I tried the same thing on my kids but they thought it was pretty funny. I really thought they would cry (I'm so mean!) but they actually enjoyed being sprayed with the hose. Yes, it was THAT hot last week.

Time out, drama queen style

Lisa said the last post was kind of sad (?!) so I thought I'd post this video.

Go ahead, call CPS. Tell 'em I said HI.

*At one point, she screams so loud the camera practically overloads because of the decibel level.

Awesome.

**Don't forget to pause the blog music for full video effect.

Small talk

[Scene: Sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch]

Evelyn: "Oliver, what did you do last night?"

Oliver: "Uh... sleep....?"

Evelyn: "Oh yeah?"

Oliver: "Yeah"

[End Scene]