5:20: Camryn wakes up hungry.

6:00: Back to sleep.

7:00: Connor wakes up, on his own this morning.

7:10: Breakfast for C (cinnamon toast crunch and vanilla yogurt)  Make Connor’s lunch, a Pizza Lunchable and a fruit cup. Get myself dressed.

7:20: Camryn wakes up.  She and Connor spend some time together on the couch, and per his request, she follows him room to room while he gets ready for school.

7:30: Logan wakes up.  Goes right into my bedroom to watch Franklin.

7:50: Take Connor to school.

8:10: Breakfast for me.  Maple and brown sugar oatmeal and coffee with mocha peppermint creamer.

8:15: Logan picks out his candy for the day.  Each boy gets 2 pieces of candy per day.  They can eat them whenever they want, but once the 2 pieces are gone there is no more.  Logan eats his for breakfast this morning.

8:30: Feed Camryn.

Rest of the morning: Camryn naps, Logan grazes all morning on cereal, fruit snacks, and oranges, I fold a bit of laundry, start another load, check email and blogs, call tree stump grinding companies for quotes, clean the kitchen, shower.

11:00 Camryn wakes up. Eats.

11:30: We leave for Sam’s. Logan and I eat some pizza, browse around, and do our shopping. We are now stocked up on batteries, wipes, fruit snacks, fruit cups, and a bunch of other stuff.

12:45: Home. Camryn goes down for a nap. Logan watches Little Bill, plays with his toys, plays a few Nick Jr. computer games, plays with play-doh and runs around the house telling me to call him Sonic. As in Sonic the Hedgehog. I watch Dawson’s Creek and play on my computer.

2:00: Cami wakes up. Eats. (I see a pattern here…) After I feed her, I vacuum and pick up the house a bit.

3:15: Walk to the bus stop to pick up Connor. He was green today. Woo hoo!

Late Afternoon: C and L play outside. Eventually they come in and want to watch Tale Spin, their latest movie from Netflix. Camryn fusses all afternoon. Teething? Tired? I don’t know. But she was pretty much fussy all afternoon.

4:45: Derek gets home. We head out to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. It was school fundraiser night for Connor’s school.

Camryn is only happy at the restaurant if she is being held, so Derek and I take turns holding the fussy (and at this point, exhausted) princess. She falls asleep sitting up in Derek’s arms, but wakes up as soon as we put her back in the carseat.

6:15: Home. Cami fell asleep 5 minutes away from home and takes a 20 minute power nap. Boys get ready for bed. Finish watching an episode of Tale Spin.

7:30: Boys head to bed. Camryn eats. And then fusses for another hour. This is very unlike her. The boys are up and down tonight. Connor needs a string to tie sossy (his blanket) in a knot. Logan needs more and more and more hugs and kisses. I watch America’s Next Top Model in between taking care of the kids.

8:00: I think the boys are quiet.

8:45: Camryn finally falls asleep after I swaddle her as tightly as I can. Derek and I watch Friday Night Lights.

9:30: Computer time, Derek watches Heroes. I enjoy a nice glass of wine…it’s been a long day and an even longer evening.

Pictures:

On Sunday afternoon, the boys came up to the hospital to meet their baby sister. Their reactions were so them. Logan came in with a big grin on his face. With no hesitation at all, he climbed up on the bed and immediately wanted to touch every part of Camryn and hold her, and he had a million questions about her. The funniest part was when he asked to see her butt. First of all, butt is not a word we like for the boys to say, but anyway, he asked to see her butt. So Derek unwrapped her a little and showed her little diaper. But that wasn’t good enough for Logan. “No, daddy. I want to see her butt. Take her diaper off and turn her upside down. I want to touch her butt.” Um, what is that about?? It cracked us up!

Connor walked into the room and you could see on his face that he wasn’t too sure about this. In any new situation, Connor stands back and takes it all in. He just wants to look and process it all. He didn’t want want to hold her or touch her, he just wanted to look. But you could see how proud he was to be the biggest brother-it was really, really sweet.

Last night, Connor wanted to hold Camryn for the first time. He was so sweet, just staring at her little face, taking it all in. At bedtime last night, both boys wanted Cam to lay in bed with them. I love that the three of them are already starting their little sibling bond. There really is nothing like the relationship between brothers and sisters, and I cannot wait to see it with Connor, Logan, and Camryn.

Logan is eating cereal straight from the box.

It all started because I needed to sit for a few minutes. After a long morning of laundry, a few hours at NASA, a quick stop at WalMart, an hour spent making new astronaut and space shirts for the kids, and more laundry, I needed a break.

The kids had popsicles this morning for breakfast at 8:00 a.m. Hey, they are the whole fruit kind…it’s just like eating fruit, right? They were so cute sitting side by side in chairs that I had to bust out my camera. Some of the pictures were just screaming for captions. And once I started, I couldn’t stop. I blame my children for my lack of fixing dinner. If they hadn’t been so cute with their breakfast this morning, this never would have happened.

(For the record, I think my kids like when dinner is a free for all.)

I love this kid so much.

Those two pictures totally capture him-face full of mischief, running full speed ahead, just so full of life. He is such a fun kid and always keeps us on our toes!

In this picture, you can see the remnants of his latest crash on the left side of his forhead, and if you look closely, in the corner of his left eye. He is so full speed ahead that he hurts himself on a pretty regular basis.  It’s pretty much a given that every Monday when I drop him off at school, he will have some sort of bruise from his weekend of hardcore playing.  It’s become a bit of a joke with his teachers.  This latest one happened when he sprinted into his room, took a flying leap onto a toy box only to learn the hard way that a.) the lid doesn’t fit securely anymore, and b.) in the windowsill vs. forehead battle, the windowsill wins.

Yup, he’s crazy.  But I wouldn’t trade an ounce of his craziness for anything…well, maybe I would for just a smidgen of fear.  But his wild and crazy side is part of what makes him my Logan bug.  I love him so much, and I am so thankful for the joy he brings to our family!

Today, Logan is three! Hard to believe my baby is three already. He is so much fun…but I must confess (because I like to keep it real on the ol’ blog…) I am a little nervous about what the three’s have in store for us. Three was our toughest year with Connor. Terrible two’s are just not the case in our family!

But I’m not going to blog about my insecurities as a mom or my pregnancy-induced lack of patience. Logan is three today, and I love this kid so much. He is such a fun, energetic lovable part of our family. His favorite things include (in no particular order):

*applesauce
*chocolate milk
*chicken nuggets
*superman
*making silly faces
*holding up his 5 fingers and asking for “dis many” of anything.
*strawberries
*his bff Noah
*his big brother
*going to school
*watching the blast off of Apollo 13
*The Backyardigans
*dressing himself. Don’t even think about helping him
*Going potty repeatedly to get a jellybean
*drinking from a big boy cup
*running, jumping, and climbing on anything and everything

We started off his birthday with a trip to the donut store where he chose a donut with blue icing and sprinkles. Next was presents, which is always fun. Then we went on an Easter egg hunt and played at the park. He took a 3.5 hour nap, and we spent the late afternoon/evening in the front yard where I painted cabinets, Derek washed the cars, and Connor and Logan ran around like superheros, dyed Easter eggs, and made a “tent” in the back of the CRV where they ate their dinner. I think Logan really enjoyed all of his birthday fun!

No post is complete without a few pictures…

Throwing a few gang signs while trying to get those three tricky fingers in place.

Victory!

Ready to open a few presents.

These rocket blasters were a huge hit. I love this picture of them!

Easter egg hunting and dying pics will have to wait. I wanted to get this posted on his actual birthday, and it’s my bedtime.

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy!

On the way home from the park, the boys had this great conversation in the backseat.

Let me preface this by mentioning that one of the boys’ favorite phrases is “that’s mine forever.” They will often get into heated arguments about whether something is or isn’t theirs forever. Sometimes I use those arguments to remind them that that things they have are blessings, and when we go to heaven someday they won’t take them. And the only thing that is truly forever is God’s love and heaven. Sometimes I just listen to them argue and let them work it out. And sometimes I get all irritated and tell them that they are having the most ridiculous argument ever. I probably do number 3 the most. Anyway, I digress.

The conversation went a little something like this:

Logan-”dis rock is mine porever.”
Connor-”No it’s not.”
L-”YES IT IS!”
C-”Moooommmmm….Logan thinks that rock is his forever.”
(Mom ignores hub bub in the backseat. It’s been a long morning.)
C-”Logan, that rock is not going to live forever.”
L-YES IT IS!”
C-”No. It’s not. Let me tell you something. We are going to die.”
L-”No we’re not.”
C-”Yes we are. We all die.”
Pause in conversation
C-”We’re not going to die when we’re kids. We die when we’re grown ups. Actually, when we are past grown ups, like maybe when we are 90 or 100.”
L-”oh.”
C-”But let me tell you the really fun part. When we die, we go to heaven.”
L-”NO WE DON’T!” (Logan is in an argumentative mood.)
C-”No, Logan. Listen to me. Let me tell you something cool. When we die, we get to go to heaven and be with God forever.”
L-”NO WE DON’T”
C-”Log, yes we do. That’s the best part.”
L-”NO”
C-realizes this conversation might be futile at this moment. he let’s out a long, semi-frustrated sigh.“Okay, Logan. Let’s just talk about this later.
L-”Otay.”

I love their conversations. Connor, the wise older brother. Logan, the ornery little one. Love them.

I have always loved a kid with a good ol’ Texas accent. I remember back in the day when Juli Beth’s son Wade was learning to talk and I fell in love with his little country boy twang. I remember thinking I wanted my kids to learn to talk in Texas so they could sound like him. Well, Logan is turning into a little country boy. I don’t hear it in Connor as much, probably because he learned to talk in the land of surfers, not the land of cowboys. But Logan is perfecting the art form of turning turning one syllable words into two syllable words. “Mommy, I need chocolate mee-ilk.” “Mommy, it’s ober day-er” (aka over there). Oh man, there are more but I am drawing a blank! His twang makes D and I laugh because no one else in the family has it quite as much as him. I for one think he’s a super cute cowboy.

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Connor is slightly obsessed with time. He is always aware of what time it is, loves to look at clocks, and even loves to watch clocks turn to the next number. He knows that his bedtime is 7:30, and if I try and put him in bed before then, it’s an issue because it isn’t time yet. Last night, he needed to go to bed earlier because he was up before 6 a.m. and didn’t go back to sleep (although he did stay in his bed until 7:00 because he knows that’s the time he is allowed to get up.) Anyway, I told him his bedtime was going to be 7:00 and of course he balked at the news. So I said “well, I can change your clock to say 7:30 if that will make you happier.” It worked. He thought it was so cool that we could change the time. I wonder if he thought I was really moving time forward. He ended up wanting his clock changed to 12:00. He thought he was big stuff staying up until midnight. At 12:10 (aka 7:10) he wandered out to the hallway. I stood in his doorway scratching my growing, itchy belly. He looked up at me (slightly sheepish because he knows he really isn’t supposed to be out of bed), walked up to me and gave my belly the softest hug and sweetest kiss. The he looked up at me and said “mommy? Can you get in my bed for a minute?” Oh my word, it was so sweet! How could I say no after that! We cuddled for a nanosecond and the conversation turned back to time. “Mommy? I’m just going to watch my clock until it turns to 1:00.” I have no doubt that he would lay there in his bed, willing his eyes to stay open just to watch the numbers turn for 50 minutes. So I moved time again to 12:45. Twenty minutes later, he was fast asleep. At 7:30. Or 1:05. Same difference.

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PS-I love David Archuleta.  I voted for him like 10 times yesterday.