I'm Sick of Getting Thrown Up On!

The title of this post pretty much sums up my existence right now. My darling nearly 4-month-old son is a puker! We change his clothes 4-5 times per day, he goes through at least 5 burpcloths daily - and me? Well, I'll change my clothes if I'm going somewhere. But last night, I did finally admit to Jason that I am indeed sick of getting thrown up on! Hopefully this stage will pass quickly.

I was talking to my niece last night about my blog, and it made me think (again), "Oh! I DO have a blog!" It has been such a long time, and my 3 readers probably think that Lincoln is my favorite child, seeing as he's the only one who has an entire post dedicated to him. Lincoln indeed is my favorite child. So are the rest of them! I'm lucky to have 4 favorite children.

Let me introduce you to my other favorite child, my newest addition, Mendon! TIME FLIES! I cannot begin to believe that he's 4 months old on Saturday! He is such a joy (minus the throwup!). I have figured out that the worse the pregnancy is, the better the baby, and that has held true with my children. He is quick to give a smile (while not throwing up), and he loves to be with the family and playing with his brothers and sister. He completely loves it when I sing to him, and he often joins in (doesn't throw up during singing time - kudos to me!), though his lyrics aren't quite there yet! And, I must say, his blue eyes are AMAZING! (Must give photo credit where photo credit is due - thanks Emilee for the pictures from Mendon's blessing!)

He's already moving around; the other day I found him about 4 feet from where I put him on the ground. Maybe, just maybe, I'll have a child who walks before 16 months. That being said, I realize now that walking early certainly is more of a nuisance than anything else. I'll stick with 16 months, thank you.

Now you have it - one more favorite child!

Rhubarb Cheesecake!

Due to popular demand, here is the recipe for the rhubarb cheesecake you may have heard about. We LOVE it, and hope you will too!

http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Rhubarb-Cheesecake/Detail.aspx

(Do NOT cut any sugar!!! - and you may want to cook the rhubarb for about 17-18 minutes instead of 15 as listed in the recipe. I also put something under my springform pan, as the rhubarb juice likes to escape!)

Our Heartbreaker!

Today I'm highlighting our little blue eyed, blond hair heartbreaker, Lincoln. When I think of the classic little boy, my 2-year-old pops into mind. I have to brag here - he is SO CUTE!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE this little tyke, and he's so much fun to be around and to simply watch. He's just now starting to talk a lot, and the things that come out of his mouth melt my heart!

For example:

After a more difficult than usual trip to Target, and after his mean mother (that's me!) wouldn't let Lincoln have any toys at the store, we returned to our beloved minivan, where I remarked to him that it was a nice day. Scowling with all he could muster, he yelled at me, "MEAN DAY!"

On the flip side, another nice day, when we were putting jammies on before bedtime, he said to me, "Mom, nice day EVER!"

Then there's the way he says the title of a favorite movie, "The Little Rascals." Lincoln hasn't quite figured out how to start a word with the "r" sound or sticking a hard "c" in the middle of a word, and it comes out sounding more like ...."Little A**holes..." Good thing he's little, otherwise I'd wash his mouth out with soap!

Recently, he's surprised us by taking upon himself the task of garbage boy. Anytime he sees garbage in the wastebasket in our bedroom, he'll take it out and dump it in our big kitchen garbage. I don't care what anyone says, but a barely 2-year-old who will do that without being asked - well, that sure makes me feel like a good mom!

He also makes me feel like a million bucks when he comes up behind me and gives me a huge back hug, or when he looks at me, smiles, and says, "Mom, pretty."

He's got one of the most expressive faces I've ever seen, he's got a great wink, which I have yet to catch on camera. I also love the way he runs, he puts his all into it - which he does with everything.

Lincoln, I love you!

Wishes!

Jason and the kids went on a bike ride the other day. As they passed a vacant house overrun with dandelions, Cecelia called out, "DADDY! LOOK AT ALL THOSE WISHES!!!"

Only One Will Survive

A couple weeks ago, Cecelia had a fight. Or perhaps I should say that Cecelia's hair had a fight - with a comb. After spending one HOUR trying to avoid cutting her beautiful locks into a boy cut, I was beginning to fear that this was a battle I was not going to win.

So I called in my knight in shining armor.....with wire cutters....and the battle ensued.

Thankfully, only the comb did NOT survive.

Cecelia has not tried to comb her own hair since.

You know you're a mom when.....

May 7. 11:30 p.m.

Cecelia begins the family throwup fun.....

May 17.

No throwup ALL DAY!

So yes, you know you're a mom if you blog about throwup and diarrhea, and are proud to say that you've gone 24 hours without cleaning the blasted stuff off your carpet, pants, your kids pants, the floor, the bed, towels, etc.

My poor Lincoln had the worst of it, 8 full days of throwup and the other stuff. He's finally having some energy, thank goodness!

Must, must, must thank my Jason. He took a lot of crap this week - literally! Lincoln had a major explosion one night, and yes, Jason got it all over his pants and shirt. I asked Jason which he preferred on himself, vomit or b.m., and his vote is for vomit. Me? I personally don't prefer either one! But thank you, Jason, for being SOOOO wonderful and helping so much this week - a week that I prefer to forget, but remember to laugh about later!

Family Domino Night!

Last night we played dominoes as a family. First, Cecelia spilled fresh lemonade all over herself. That caused Lincoln to throwup all over himself. Which in turn caused me to grab the nearest bowl and hold the kid until he was done. My quick action caused Cecelia, now standing in her chair to avoid the lemonade, to fall over in her chair. Her falling over, however, was cushioned by Corman's head which was, for some reason, under the chair. All this action caused the three older children uncontrollable sobbings while both Jason and I broke out in uncontrollable laughter over our family domino night!