She almost never wants to go play outside with Mikey, but once they’re out there together they play and talk and have lots of fun together.
She climbs all over people she doesn’t know just because her brother is doing it.
She has learned to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and now is perfectly happy to eat that at every meal.
She often says “It’s in my wedgie” instead of “I have a wedgie.”
She still doesn’t want Phillip to kiss her because of his beard. She actually gave him a quick peck on the lips the other night and got grossed out and said, “It got in my mouth!” We’re guessing “it” was the beard. It was pretty funny.
She is pretty good at hugging and loving a toy that she wants right out of Katie Jade’s hands without her even noticing what has happened.
She still tries to boss the boys around even though they in no way do what she tells them to.
She always wants to give me a hug and a kiss before I leave her somewhere.
She starts five day preschool soon. She’ll do great and she will love it. Mikey says he’s going to miss her.
She ends lots of her sentences in “…so…” As in, “I want a drink, so…” or “I need to go potty, so…” I don’t know exactly know why she’s started doing this. It kind of reminds me of the Kristin Wiig “Penlope” skits. This isn’t embedding right. Whatever. There’s probably an ad you have to watch before the skit starts.
She will very soon be Brittany Danielle Hintze.
She has a beautiful dimpled face that we’ll be able to show very soon.
Someday my kids will grow up and be out of my house. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to that day. I have several friends who are dropping their kids off at college this week or next. Thinking about that helps me keep some perspective, but I’m still just sort of jealous of them.
I know I wanted kids. And I still want my kids, don’t get me wrong. But the constant emotional drain is taking its toll. This summer has been long. Phillip and I seem to have very little time together anymore. I’m just ready for it to be us again. Sometimes I really feel like the kids are intruding on our lives. I know that sounds selfish, but honesty is what you get on this blog. Their needs, wants, commands, cries, running, banging,etc… are so constant that sometimes I just want to hide and never come out. Adopting the girls, even though I know it was the right thing to do, is proving to be much more challenging than I ever imagined.
I hope we come out on the other end of this parenting thing intact. I hope we maintain our sense of self. I hope our marriage continues to grow instead of going down the toilet like so many. I hope I am able to eventually enjoy my little kids like I’ve been able to enjoy Jackson as he’s gotten older. I hope they know they have been loved even though they are not always loveable. Even though I am not always loveable.
And lately the feeling I have above all else, is that I hope and pray that none of them end up having babies young and expecting us to raise them. Because there is NO WAY I’m raising any more children. I know my primary hope and prayer for them should be that they love Jesus and become the man/woman God wants them to be. And believe me, I do want that. But that doesn’t feel tangible enough to me right now. Mostly right now I just don’t want to raise any grandkids. We are counting down the years that one by one, they will go to college and we will hopefully get a break.
This morning we were running late for my oh so important Zumba class at the Rec Center. I HATE being late for anything, even something that is really not a big deal. Proof that I’m still a two kid parent trying to parent four kids.
Anyway, we were late and I was rushing the kids inside. Since I have to hold Katie Jade and my water and keys, I usually give Brittany and Mikey each a 2 lb. weight to hold for me. Right before we got to the front Mikey tripped because he didn’t want Brittany to get ahead of him. He barely scraped his knee and screamed like he was dying. Once he finally got up we got to the front door where I opened the door not realizing that Brittany was too close to the door. The bottom of the door ate her toes and got them mangled and bloody. Then she cried like she was dying and refused to walk.
So I walked in the Rec Center with a girl on each hip, one of which was screaming with bloody toes, and Mikey, who was limping and still screaming. I’m sure we were a sight. Poor things. I really feel bad about mangling Brittany’s already wonky little toes.
Tomorrow we’ll try it all again. I think I’ll try to leave about five minutes earlier in the morning. Wish me luck.
I post lots of stuff about Mikey of facebook. I post about him way more than our other kids. I know I do this. I know some people might think I like him more or whatever. That’s really not it. It’s just that almost everything that comes out of his mouth is something worth sharing.
But this was so funny that it deserved a blog post of its own. At least it was that funny in person. And maybe a little troubling.
Mikey got very angry at me because I popped a balloon that he got yesterday at a church carnival. He had the balloon for one day. That was long enough. I couldn’t handle it anymore. Sue me. I gave him the “opportunity” to pop it himself and he declined.
Anyway, he was livid. He griped and ranted and all that stuff. Whatever. I just ignored him and went about my business. The less attention I paid to him, the madder he got. (Envision this next part…)
Then the yelling stopped. He grabbed a hair spray squirt bottle that was on the kitchen counter, pointed it at me, and with a blank stare he said, “Goodbye, Mom.”
Jack and I just fell out laughing, which made him even more angry. Did he really think he was going to kill me with hairspray?! If so, should I be concerned? Maybe so, but it was so so funny. It was pee your pants funny.
Chewbacca, you are a terrible driver. You have no business behind the wheel of a vehicle. Seriously. How many times do I have to tell you?
Okay, haven’t done this in a while.
It’s just rain. It’s not acid. It won’t kill you.
No Mikey, you are not a girl. I’m not going to make you a dress. You would make a very scary and unattractive woman when you grow up.
It’s cool. You can eat that pizza off the floor. Remember, you cleaned the floors the other day.
Do you want to listen to U2 or Greg & Steve?
If you tell me there’s a spider in the car ONE MORE TIME, I might bite you myself!
And my personal favorite which displays my complete competence as a mother…
Well, take it away from her! Goodness, she’s just a baby!
Chewbacca, go practice your dance moves somewhere else. Seriously. I’m trying to work here.
Just in case you’re interested, this is sort of what our “schedule” will look like for the school year.
Brittany will go to preschool Mon-Fri from 8:45-11:45. Then she’ll eat lunch and take a nap until it’s time to get Mikey from school.
Mikey will go to Pre-K Mon-Fri from about 12:15-3:15. I’m planning on doing homeschool type stuff with him on the mornings that he’s home.
Which leaves a 30 minute gap between picking up Brittany and dropping off Mikey. I don’t know what we’ll do during that time.
Katie (Jade) will be home with me every stinking day. That girl is getting to be a handful. And she’s quite unpleasant a lot of the time. I’m ready for her to start preschool already. I wish I had a soundproof room to put her in. I’m going to stop complaining about her whiny butt now.
Jack will be home with me every day. I don’t think we’re going to do a co-op for him this year. He didn’t really enjoy it a whole lot last year and I kind of felt like it was a waste of money. We’ll pretty much do school Mon-Thurs. Friday will be a goof off or hang out with friends kind of day. We’ve got about three or four other homeschool families that we’ll try to hang out with when we can.
I’m going to somehow try to go to the Rec center to work out a couple of mornings a week without sacrificing my children’s education or housework or my job…somehow.
From about 4:00-8:00 we’ll bide our time while Phillip and I look at the clock anticipating bed time. And Phillip and I will try to go the Rec center to work out a couple of evenings a week. Probably from 8:30-11:00 (or 1:00 or 2:00 a.m.) ish I’ll try to catch up on editing.
And somewhere in there I’ll try to clean the house and do laundry and buy groceries. And sneak off to my office to
fart around on facebook work on photos.
And then, of course, on weekends I’ll do photoshoots and weddings and relax from the busy week. Ha!
There will be lots of running around trying to make the most of our time. But I know it will fly by and before we know it, it will be summer again!
Confession: I sometimes give little kids disapproving looks if they’re misbehaving in public.
That’s terrible, I know. BUT…you should try it. But the key is doing it so that the kid sees you but the parents don’t. Because I promise if you do it right, the kid stops fussing almost every time. But parents will get their panties all in a wad if they see you do it. At least I think they would. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten caught. I think a grandma saw me once but she let it go.
So this is what you do. You have to be quick about it. You just have to flash a little furrowed brow sort of glare thing super quick at the kid. You have to mean it. They can tell if you don’t. And it totally catches them off guard and they feel embarrassed and maybe a little worried. And they stop fussing and they look at you like you’re the boogie man.
Do I do it because I’m shocked that a kid would do such a thing? Do I do it because I think my kids are better and would never? Do I do it becuase I don’t like kids? Um…no. I do it because I know as a parent how hard it is to be in public with a kid who’s freaking out. I really do it for the parents. But I still don’t want them to know.
Except that now I’m putting in on my blog for everyone to read. Don’t judge me. I really love kids.