"I Not a Baby!"

The last few weeks have been...interesting! All four of the kids have been sick at some point. Logan missed the whole last week of school because of a nasty cough. She lucked out and her teacher said not to worry about the homework she missed because it was the end of the term. She came home with a report card of all E's and M's (Exceeds and Meets expectations) so I guess she didn't miss much:)

I was happy to have her home. She is so good with the "babies". Bronson just adores her! Which brings us to the title. Bronson was the most sick, with a high fever and what seemed to be ear aches. I would scoop him up in my arms and say, "oh, poor baby." He would get irritated and come back with, "I not a baby! I Bronson!" So, I guess our family is officially out of the baby stage. Whoo hoo! Now we just need to get him out of diapers.

Speaking of diapers, Nalani is finally completely dry at night. I just have to make sure to take her potty before I go to bed and she's good. She's so proud of herself, and I'm happy to save the diaper for Bronson:)

Next to get sick were Maika and Nalani. Mostly with just coughs, but I kept them home from school Tuesday and Wednesday just to be safe. By this time my cup was pretty empty and I think for sanity's sake Maika begged me to let her go to school today, I was happy to oblige!

I took a HOT bubble bath the other night with my new favorite Bath and Body Works scent, Mandarin Lime, and miraculously my cup began to fill. I felt like I could face another day dealing with sick kids and even get a blog in:)

My Word to Live By

There have been a lot of people choosing words to live by for the year. So I'm going to too. The word that kept coming to my mind was Soft. There are a lot of reasons I need to work on being soft. Here's part of the list:

Using a soft tone of voice, especially when talking to my husband and children.

"A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger."

Proverbs 15:1

Softening my heart, so I will be more open to the Spirit and not miss out on the really important things in life.

Being a soft place for my family and friends to fall. I want my home to be a peaceful place that people will want to gather.

Now that I have this written down, I'll be held accountable to it, be reminded of my goal to live a softer 2009.

Da, da, da, daaa! Da, Da, Daaaa!

This is "Happy" Dr. Jones, first thing in the morning.

Now, just add the "Indiana Jones" music and you know what I've been hearing for the past couple of months. Bronson is absolutely obsessed! It reminds me of when Logan only answered to the name of Lilo, after watching "Lilo and Stitch" non-stop.

But, back to Bronson...He has now acquired a real whip which plays the song and makes whipping sounds (I sure hope those batteries run out soon!). For Christmas he got "Indiana" dress-ups, guns with a holster, the whole sha-bang! He also carries a stuffed monkey around (from the "Raiders of the Lost Arc" movie).

It is so cute to see his imagination working. He tries to whistle with his fingers in his mouth (because Indie whistles for a horse in "The Last Crusade"), he is forever trying to make anything with cords into whips, and talks about "Indiana Jones" from the moment he wakes until he crashes at night.

I love having a crazy little boy with a great imagination!This is "Tired" Dr. Jones, after a long day of saving civilization.

And, this is Dr. Jones in drag. He found Logan's lip gloss while I was cleaning the bathrooms today. I'm learning to take pictures of his messes instead of getting too upset:) He came up to me and said, "Wooka me, mom!" I couldn't help but smile through my gritting teeth!

Beach Retreat

We had our second annual Book Club at the Beach last weekend. It was so much fun! We stayed up way too late (or early, for that matter) talking and laughing and eating treats. Most of the night was spent by candle light or flashlight because the power was off until 2 am.

Darilyn and I scared Jodi and Rochelle to death! They were happily talking the wee morning hours away in their bedroom when their world's were rocked! Darilyn crawled into their room unbeknown to them and popped up suddenly, mid-sentence... Followed by jumping, screaming, tears for fears, (Jodi and Rochelle) and uncontrollable, hysterical laughter (the rest of us). Man, I wish I would have been able to video the whole thing! We were a tiny bit worried during the planning stages that we could send Jodi into labor. Our fears were put to ease when we realized we had Krista, the new RN with us and she could probably handle birthing a child:)

The picture below was their WEAK retaliation. They froze both of my bras, dipped 'em in water and stuck 'em in the freezer. Hard as rocks by the time I found them! I had just bought a new one that day because I melted my old one in the dryer during the week. The early risers figured they were mine, purely by looking at the size...let's just say I'm not nearly as well-endowed as my friends:)

This is me during our walk on the beach. I was channeling my past-life as a cheerleader, trying to do a "herkie". The next morning I could NOT figure out why my butt muscles were hurting so bad. Then it hit me that I haven't even thought about doing a "herkie"since 1992. Oh well, it was more fun being a cheerleader this weekend than I ever had during my Sophomore year of high school. That was the year a lot of my friends were cheerleaders and told me it would be "so much fun!" It wasn't. Can you imagine me wanting to stand in front of the crowds in a little skirt, jumping around with a huge smile on my face all the time? How about fist pumping, head bobbing or jazz hands? Me neither.

Can't wait until next time!