Mothering

I love my kids. I really do. I love being their mom. I don't use this blog to complain or rant or do much anything other than post pictures so my family can see how the kids are changing and growing and what we're doing. But I am happy when i blog as my thoughts drift to my missionary friends who's memories have meant so much to me in my life, or to my high school friends who I reconnect with every once in awhile, or to my med school friends who were there with me from the "beginning" of this doctor journey, or to my illinois friends...all of them...who are my family now. I think that I blog to capture MY little world and put it out there into THE world. It makes me happy if you read it and it makes you smile or wonder what we're doing or makes you remember our friendship or makes you wish we lived closer. I love reading your blogs. I even read a few strangers blogs, though I swear everytime I am wasting my life, but in some strange way it's like reality tv. I love looking at people's pretty pictures or things they do together as a family or their whitty writing. I do know that it doesn't do me any good to compare myself to them or to you because we are all just us trying to make a go at what we've got. That's why if I do read a craft blog I have commited to making a craft from said blog, or if I read some advice on a blog than I talk about said advice to someone so that I have used that time spent for good. So today, I'm really just glad that I'm a mother of these 3 amazing kids. 

And here is a summary post of our life:

 After several months of telling EZ that "poop in your diaper is disgusting and it stinks" he finally decided that what we were saying was true and he just potty trained himself. I was worried because Chloe was so easy and he really was easy too once he actually got on the toilet. I think this picture is so funny. Even now I am laughing at it again.

 The cute undie bum picture.

 Brad has been working nights. (more on that for a different post) and the kids and I have been so sick. So with Brad gone I am the sole supporter of the sickies at night when it's the hardest. EZ has had the worst cough of his life and i'll be honest, I hate the sound of coughing. It gets under my nails and I want to scream. Ironic, considering my Brad lived with me for about 2 years with super bad misdiagnosed asthma and i coughed each and every night for hours. He's much better than me. But anyway, EZ is finally getting better. I took this picture to display the bow crown on Blue's head.

 And this one. She turned 11 months, though you'd think she was 6 months. She's a petite little spitfite who knows what she wants. She shakes her head at food when she's done. she closes her eyes if she doesn't want what you are giving her. She finally got one tooth on the bottom. One day I was looking in her mouth and discovered she had 4 more on the top. Yay. I'm pretty on top of this "parenting-child-number-3-business" She stands now. She loves when I put my head on her tummy or tickle her neck. She still loved to hold my hair and suck her fingers but has resorted to holding brad's hoodie sweatshirt tie in place of my hair.

 And she finally did "so-big" with her arms in the pic below.

Miss Bluebird. Only she would quietly go in the bathroom, alone, and then come out and casually say, I pulled my tooth out, and resume what she was doing! I screamed and shouted and got the camera. At which point she started crying and said, "dad is going to be so sad." I asked her why and she said,"because I am growing up."

 

Tonight, EZ and Miss Belle played naked for about 20 minutes while Bluie and i read a book. She is reading so well now and I am in constant awe of her accomplishments (as I know all parents are of their kids)
And just so you know, I have walked over the same hoodie sweatshirt on the floor about 10 times today and pushed the same stack of books around the counter and not put them away. Just keeping it real.
But...i have commited to have a spotless kitchen table each night and making each day better than I found it. Also keeping it real!