7 Quick Takes.

Linking with the perpetually pregnant Jen this week!

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1. So I was supposed to go see my doctor and have my first ultrasound last week. But my dear, dear husband had to cancel on coming home to watch the little kids at the last minute. And I had to reschedule. I tried, really tried to not be unreasonable, (hello hormones!) but having to delay that appointment another week seemed like complete torture. 

2. But, not so surprisingly, the weeks sort of fly when you're taking care of four little people.

3. Baby #5 is growing right on target and is looking quite bobblehead-ish and adorable with a heartrate of 169bpm. I was 100% correct about my dates and am officially due October 5th. Which means two summers in a row of being pregnant in a house without central A/C. I apologize in advance for any posts made in July.

4. Owen and Olivia are really into trying to name the yet to be known child. On their list of possible names for their newest sibling/subject of torture: 

Boy: Bob, Steve, Doug

Girl: Olivia the second

They must think I'm going to give birth to a middle aged man. Obviously, their lists need some work. 

5. In sad news, I have yet to be badgered by any girl scouts to buy cookies this year. Not a single one. I'm so disappointed. And so hungry for thin mints.

6. Owen put the agony of last year's defeat behind him and competed in his karate school's annual tournament last weekend. Dude won first place in his division!

7. 10 weeks-ish bumpage for good measure.

It's the freakin' weekend!

Rosie {7 months + a few}

My sweet, sweet Rosie..or as Remy like to call her..Row-eeee. Time's a flying with her. 

She's decided that she is no longer content to just sit. She wants to crawl. And she tries...and tries...and cries...and tries.

She really is such a good baby. And that's not just me being her mom. She is content with life as long as she is within view of her brothers and sister. 

She loves to babble and that little tongue is constantly sticking out of her mouth.

Those eyes! Those pretty blue eyes just about do me in.

She has the funniest little deep, raspy laugh.

I can't believe we've already rounded the bend towards her first birthday. Unreal.

Cherishing every moment. 

Today {in pictures}

spit covered brownies.

Just a few minutes ago, while contemplating all the reasons why I haven't had a free second to blog in oh, three weeks, I hear Remy screaming from the kitchen. And then I hear my six year old's voice..

"Oh, stop crying and just eat it already, Remy!"

More toddler screaming.

Then an angry Remy appears in the living room and proceeds to dump a bowl of spit-covered mashed up brownies on the floor at my feet.

Grunts something something about "more juuuuuice." and then eats the half digested brownies.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this other than to say that kids are kind of gross.

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I've been thinking way too much about blogging lately and not doing enough actual blogging. I read a lot of blogs (understatement.) And after I'm done reading all these wonderfully written, well thought out blog posts by all these folks who are 1000x more organized, well dressed, more...just insert any adjective really..I can't help but just sulk in the corner and be all, "I'm not a cool kid." Then 1998 calls and demands their piss poor adolescent attitude back. 

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I'm going to stick a picture in here because this is supposed to be a picture blog but it seems that taking pictures has taken a back seat to wiping snotty noses these past few weeks.

(Taken on this day exactly one year ago.)

Quick Takes.

Linking up with Jen as always!

1. Were ya shocked by my announcement? Who am I kidding? We all saw that plot twist from three miles away. Though I can't help but giggle at myself from 3 months ago, the girl who swore that, if we were to have any more children, they certainly wouldn't be as close in age as Remy and Rosie. God has a sense of humor, obviously, because Rosie and this new little bundle of sweetness will be about 14 months apart. 

2. That means that if Remy doesn't jump on the potty training bandwagon (please, God, PLEASE.) we're looking at three kids in diapers by this fall. 

3. How am I feeling? I've been going to bed before 10 every night for the past week and have already found myself avoiding foods that would otherwise make me sing with glee. So...I feel pregnant.

4. Also, did you know that with the fifth child, you basically start showing from the moment of conception? At the rate I'm going, I'll look ready to pop in approximately 3 months. I'm sure that has nothing to do with all the Cadbury eggs I've consumed this week, nothing at all.

5. In other, non-uterus related news, we switched cable providers earlier this week. With the new cable, came the ability to start watching Downton Abbey from the very beginning.

OMG.

I am obsessed. More than obsessed. I'm in love. And I'm angry with all of you for not insisting that I watch this masterpiece. I'm almost through with season one and depending on whether or not I can completely ignore all my household chores for the next couple days, I'll be caught up with the rest of you. 

6. Last night, I decided to go to the store after the kids were in bed to pick up the groceries we'll need for the week. I normally would go during daylight hours, with the kids, but it seemed prudent to go before we get all that snow and ice scheduled for tomorrow, instead of trudging the kids out in that nonsense. My phone died half way through walking the labyrinth that is Wal-Mart. And I returned home to an inconsolable, red-faced, screaming, half-dressed Rosie and one frazzled shell of a husband. The frazzled husband handed me the little terrorist and she immediately stopped crying. Further proving that I will probably never be able to leave the house alone again for at least five years. Couldn't help but laugh when, after charging my phone, I check my voicemail to find the husband left the shortest, yet most accurate description of what was going down at mi casa while I was away...

(baby screaming in the background)

"At least we're not all dead."

(more baby screaming.)

click.

7. My oldest somehow found this video a couple weeks ago and now we cannot stop singing this. And by we, I mean everyone in the house down to the two year old. It's the most annoying, terrible thing I've ever seen and it will get stuck in your brain. Just a heads up.

THE worst blogger in all the land!

That would be me.

I kind of fell off the face of the planet there, didn't I? I have good reasons, though. Let me list them  to you, okay?

1. The heater broke two days before we were to leave to go on vacation.

2. We went on said vacation. A vacation in which I took up precious luggage space with my hefty 60D and then proceeded to not even touch it once while in Louisiana. Ssssssslacker.

3. I'm pregnant.

4. I'm pregnant.

5. I'm pregnant!!

I can't keep a secret for the life of me, y'all (also the very quickly appearing pudge around my middle and the arrival of first trimester nausea are already making it kind of impossible to keep it a secret.)

I should be back to my normal bloggity self in a few days once I finally, FINALLY unpack the pile of suitcases that just won't seem to unpack themselves. Until then..

((happy dance))

Some days are long.

Really, really long.*

Our day began with Remy taking a big ol' tumble down the stairs at 8:20 this morning. After trying my best to not panic at the sight of blood gushing out of his mouth, I quickly decided that a trip to the ER was definitely happening. In the midst of trying to calm down and assess Remy, throw a bra on myself and remember where the hell I put Remy's coat, Rosie decided to have the greatest of poop blowouts.

The greatest.

Blood and poop all before 9AM.

No worries though, Remy's fine. Save for the crooked, loose front tooth and sore nose. And he discovered just how much non-fun happens in emergency rooms. 

This mom gig..never a dull moment. C'est la vie?

*Oh and then Rosie decided to start cutting another tooth this afternoon and then that guy 

I'm married to brought home the plague. LOOOOONNNNG DAY.