A nothing post on a Saturday

Once, maybe twice a week, Ellis decides he's not taking a nap. Oh I put him down with Hudson, at 1 o'clock, same time they've both been going down for the last nearly 2 years. But then half an hour later he starts pounding on the door,
  "MOM! Are you coming?"
  "NO! GO TO BED!"
  "ARE YOU COMING?"
  "NO!"
This exchange takes place every 20 minutes for the next 3-4 hours. Cause I'm an awesome mom and I make him stay in his room longer if he doesn't sleep because, I just can't. So.

Residency is annoying this month. Damon is on call one weekend day every week so today is the day and it doesn't feel like Saturday. Except we're all "Hey, we'll go to Rita's tonight and pretend it's a regular weekend party night!" but really he doesn't get to leave til 6:30 (PS: It's now 7, no word from the doc) after his 12+ hour shift. So it's 5:11 and I haven't heard hudson banging on the floor from his closet nap room to signal his anger at still being up there (shoot, I just remembered that I put him down sans pants- no wonder he's happy being up there alone and quiet -PS yes I went in and found him naked from the waist down and so happy about it), so I figure I'll see how long I can push Ellis "quiet time".

Can we make it til 6:30?
If we go to Rita's right when Damon gets home can that be dinner or should I still feed them regular food? I mean, they ate lunch at the hospital cafeteria (yup, us poories get our kicks from dad's free on-call meals) sooo...

Good news is the library is practically empty on Saturday cause apparently people do funner things on the weekend and so my kids were able to bash away at the train table to waste away an hour and a half of this morning. Tomorrow cannot come soon enough!

UPDATE:
pics the boys took while I 'cooked' them dinner of leftover spaghetti- yes, I decided to feed them something with at least tomato in it. Healthy meal? CHECK!

August, Goodbye!

How is it September already!?!?  The end of August brought us some actual summer temperatures here in Iowa- where it's been too cold to swim all summer (goodby $145 swim passes!) and then the second the pools closed, WHAM! 90+ degrees (still cooler than a usual Iowa summer, but still...) So we were stuck without a pool and stayed inside all those days, super awesome!

When we got back from our Texas trip we did have some pleasant weather, so we decided it was time to take the boys to the Iowa State Fair! We haven't been since Ellis was about 6 months old- always way too hot! We figured the boys were old enough and so it was time- and they LOVED it! They loved watching the baby animals most of all- chickens hatching from eggs, baby pics accosting a huge gross mom for milk, baby cows covered in hay, and a fish hatchery? Talapia? Strangest fair exhibit.

....... I just got bored for half an hour even writing this post. So if you read it, you are a good friend. Or one of my parents. I'll just put this one out of it's own misery now with a few maybe redeeming pics.

With some huge pumpkin, though obviously not huge enough. Does 5th place even have a verse in the ol' "First is the worst, Second is the best, Third is the one with the hairy chest!" song?

 Ellis earning his keep (of non cooked meals, an undecorated home, and no swings at the park, ever, cause mom hates the swings)

 We went all out and got the kids a treat at the fair (!). It was cute to watch but not as cute to stain-spray out of their clothes (18 days) later.

 And this magnificent creature is the spider I've become obsessed with, who has taken up residence in the air space between our BBQ and back sliding glass door. Every day he carefully builds up his web and every night I lovingly turn on the porch light to attract bugs to his nest gaze upon his glory. This is the day I finally (FINALLY!) saw him eating a bug. Ellis has named him Spider Web. Original.

Well ok then, lets just have another. 

Sorry Baby.

You are the third.

Which means even though you were planned and properly thought out (I mean, at least enough right?) your mom won't take prenatals. I hope you are getting essential vitamins from all the sushi, queso, root beer, and olive garden knock off salads we've been enjoying.

And mom won't even make any first appointments til you already the size of an avacado and have nails and the midwives will be like, 'You didn't know you were pregnant?!' and she'll be all "I'm 4 months, that doesn't even really happen to people, we all saw Breaking Amish, we know what liars TLC execs are!"

And also we probably won't tell people cause it's more fun to see ward members wonder if mom's just fat or if she's crazy enough to attempt a 3rd child during first year of dad's residency.

And when we finally have an ultrasound, it'll be awesome and exciting for us, we are so glad to see you! And then later mom will slip the little folder of photos on top of the trunk of the car while breaking up 3 and 1 year old hellians who absolutely MUST FIGHT over the plastic lawn mower that doesn't even blow bubbles anymore. And then the next day, after taking said angels to the library to play somewhere other than on the couch, and while during the time they are supposed to be taking naps but are really just yelling "MOM! ARE YOU COMING? I WANT TO COME DOWNSTAIRS!" from their locked rooms, your mom will realize she never got those pictures of you off the trunk. And so she will load up the kids in the car lock the house and frantically drive through the neighborhood and to the grocery store hoping and praying to find black and white prints of your knuckles and profile and pearly spine scattered on somebody's lawn... Come back devestated... Yell up to Ellis, 'No, I'm not coming, take a nap!" and then look over and see that dad already saved your pictures and they are next to an abandoned (for now) quilt on my sewing desk. Dad always saves the day.

If it makes you feel any better, you are currently my favorite and least needy child. You'll recieve bonus points after all this goes down if you make it here in 20 weeks instead of the 21-22 your brothers took.

My (3rd, 4th, 5th...) attempt at reviving this blog.