It is Mother's Day. I have a love/hate relationship on this day every year. I always feel so inadequate when I hear all the tributes and beautiful words spoken about mothers. I almost feel like a farce. I love this day though because it allows me to really focus on my beautiful family and nothing is more wonderful.
Carson - Is a responsible and conscientious older brother. He wants to do what is right. I am proud of the choices he makes.
Drake - Finds joy in the smallest of things. If you need a smile; talk with Drake for about two seconds. He is delightful.
Brooks - Is one SMART cookie. He really pushes me to be a better mom. I really enjoy our one-on-one moments.
Bowen - Is the glue of the family. Everyone will do anything for him and when it doesn't seem like there is common ground to be found, he provides that. He loves to play and he loves to learn.
Dave - Continues to lead our home with love while accomplishing miraculous amounts of works, church service, school, and fatherhood.
Just this morning poor Carson fractured his Ulna
clear through and has a small fracture in his Radius as well. An even
bigger bummer is that it is his right arm. His biggest concern is that
he has to sit out during P.E. (I didn't laugh when he told me this - but
I wanted to) followed by not being able to write and color. Being a mom
of four boys I am sure this won't be the last broken bone, but Carson
is my guinea pig and so I have no idea what I am doing or what course of
action we will need to take for school, etc. Let me know what we need
I will be calling an orthopod first thing Monday so we can get
him evaluated and casted. As soon as I know the time I will email you,
but for now all I can say is he will be missing some school on Monday.
thanks for doing the fun little party at school. That has been a
highlight for Carson this holiday season. It was a bit of a rough
birthday and Christmas for us. Carson got both the Flu, and Strep over
the break. (There's nothing like throwing up at the doctors office on
your birthday). He got over his illnesses just in time to break his arm
I had to make a lot of appointments and phone calls today. Not one person got my name right. It was pretty funny stuff. The various spellings I had were Melonie, Melony (the most common misspelling I see), Mealnie, and my very favorite...Melliane. For the record, not one of them missed Crockett.
Also, any ideas for raising a quick $7,600?? There is a neat eye procedure out there that will really help me someday but alas, today is not that day.
I figured Bowen's hair was epic enough, it probably needed a post of its own. Without further adiue...
I promise we haven't combed or groomed his hair to look like this; however, the back looks particularly nasty in the picture above because of some spit up while laying down. I guess I should mention that Bowen is quite a spitty baby. I guess if you can't beat it, then laugh. I would tell you some stories, but I'd like to keep this blog PG or less :).
Bowen is turning into an incredibly sweet baby. He is sleeping better, growing beautifully and has that wonderful gaping baby smile that can melt the coldest heart. His hair is epic. My mom thinks it looks like Turks (the gorilla best friend) from Tarzan.
Mr. Brooks and I are learning each other. He is advancing into a new world of language and communication. Much of this includes the most piercing screaming you'd ever hear; I swear he makes my eardrums bleed. He is my smallest proportionately but has the personality to make up for it. He is nobody's puppet. Brooks is adjusting a bit with having a new baby around and while he is giving me a run for my money he is always my most polite. He always says thank you - even between each bite of food you help him with. He likes to play and he loves to sing. His favorite song is one that my Grandpa Gabrielsen taught me. Horsey Horsey. You would be amazed at my repertoire of children's songs. I am pretty sure I can't be beat.
Brooks is currently potty training. He is the one pushing it - since he is still pretty young, I will let him go as often as he is interested but won't force the issue for quite a while. (Don't mind the graphic picture; its the only one we have:)
Keeping Brooks in his high chair is a feat. I still can't keep him planted for the duration of a meal.