I saw Mommy kissing....

On Saturday morning, I'm buckling little miss into her carseat, and telling everyone to get settled, and the boys are chattering amongst themselves about going to the airport when I hear Ryan say "let's just hope Mommy doesn't kiss Daddy again.." He says this with the cutest smile on his face, and practically winks at me too.

You see, a couple of weeks ago, Mr W and I were actually sitting by each other on the couch.  Yes, I thought we were alone (? I should know better) so I kissed him...as Ryan walked into the room.  It was no big deal, I mean, really, it's not like it was some soap opera tonsil hockey, it was just a kiss.  But I swear, the little guy blushed, and was so tickled that he 'caught' us.  Then he giggled and went outside to play.

So I know he was referring to that, and I of course, had to give them something to tell their therapists later, so I said "Oh, I plan on kissing your Daddy again.  A LOT."  And they all rolled their eyes and proceeded to make the 'eww, gross' comments, like only little boys can.  Wait a few years, I'll remind them that kissing is so 'eww, gross'...in front of their girlfriends.

Mr W was really surprised to see us waiting for him outside his gate.  He totally wasn't expecting us.  I thought I'd have to pry the kids off him with a spatula just so I could say hello too.  As it is the boys followed the man into the bathroom; I had to hold Audrey back or she would have gone in as well.  It was very nice to surprise him, because he usually reads me pretty well, and I rarely get one up on him.  I'm not good at keeping things from him, even if it's a surprise; I have no poker face at all.  It drives me crazy.

Happily, I did get to kiss Mr W.  A lot. ;)

 

She's too cute

I guess I am not the only one eagerly awaiting Daddy's return.

My few hours of sleep were up, and it was time to make the rounds of the house.  I'm using the bathroom, and hear her crying, for just a sec.  She didn't sleep well last night either, lots of tossing and turning and little whimpers...she kept reaching for me.  So I carefully open the bathroom door, squinting in the darkness, when I feel her standing there.  Sure enough, there's a little hand on my thigh so I figure we'll go rock in the recliner for a while.  It's 5 am, maybe we can snooze a bit watching bad tv.

I'm walking down the hallway with her, and as she snuggles into my shoulder, she says "Daddy's coming."

She is one smart little cookie.    :)

Our family date

We had too much fun tonight, at our little aikido Christmas party.  My friend and her daughter picked us up, and everyone looked very festive.  All the people at the party looked good too, all dressed up and not in their gis. 

The kids got all excited to go up and receive their certificate for participating in class all year.  They were dancing, and socializing, and had a great time.  I had to keep chasing after Audrey b/c she kept trying to go up onstage and do her 'dancing'; she just didn't understand that it wasn't a good idea.  They all got their faces painted, and I laughed at Audrey because she had to have both cheeks and the backs of both her hands done.  Let's hope she loses her affinity for body art before she starts noticing tattoos. 

We had a visit from Santa, and I was sad to see that Nolan didn't get in line for his goody bag.  I'm not sure why, I know he is the doubter this year, but I haven't talked to him about it yet.  I think he felt too much like a big kid and didn't want to blow his big kid cover in front of the little brothers. 

I'm glad we went, sometimes I shy away from events like that (it was a potluck, too) when I'm alone because it can be difficult to manage the four of them alone, particularly in a big party setting like that.  But you know, I am alone with the four of them doing day to day stuff all the time, and they behave, for the most part, so I usually wind up throwing my hat into the ring and making a go of it.  I can't deprive them of a good time just because I am the one outnumbered, and they are getting bigger.  The older kids understand they have to cooperate and help out so we can all have a good time.  My youngest son still has his moments, but with him its a combination of maturity and competition with his sister for supreme babyness.  But when they are all in sync, it's a beautiful thing, and we all have fun.  Besides, my friend was with us too, and I'll never turn down an extra set of eyes/hands when they're offered! :)   I know Mr W would have been proud of them tonight too. 

So now I'm on the countdown to running to the airport.  I can only hope the stars are aligned and Mr W's flight is not delayed.  We all can't wait to see him, so I decided that we will surprise him and wait for him inside.  Hee hee, I can't wait to see the look on his face!!!

Bear with me

Bear with me, I have too many thoughts swirling in my head...

Let me start with I love December.  It's cold enough, but not too cold, and the days are gorgeous like only Arizona in winter can be.  This is a special month for me because it's when I got the best Christmas present I ever got--Nolan.  He's my Christmas boy, born on the 28th.  I tend to get caught up with the holidays and his birthday sneaks up on me, but I always manage to do something special for him to separate him from Christmas.  I have memories all month about the weeks leading up to his birth, of lumbering all over ASU finishing my last semester (hoping my water wouldn't break in the middle of a lab); riding in my good friend Janna's brother's Porsche (praying my water would break because climbing in and out of that thing in my big state was murder); breathing a sigh of relief after my last final because I almost didn't fit behind the desk; and looking for signs every day as I got closer to my due date because I was so eager for him to get here.  I always tell him he's the best Christmas present I ever got, too, just to see him smile and blush.  I can't believe he'll be 11 this year.  :)

I dropped the big boys off this morning at school, and I always sit and watch them walk off until their inside the school grounds.  Occasionally, I get a lump in my throat watching them walk away, so tall all of a sudden, so sure of where they need to be.  It's one of the favorite parts of my day.  I also like the moment right before I wake them all up.  I stand there and look at them and see in an instant the babies they were and the little men they're becoming.  It's sweet. Then they wake up and try to out fart each other, or see who's breath is the worst, so the moment is burst.  But that's ok.

Last night, I LOL because I said something then realized how ridiculous it would sound to someone else.  We were in the middle of getting baths all done, and I was getting something in my bathroom when I heard Audrey and Ryan snickering from their post on my bed; and without even leaving the bathroom, I hollered "Ben, if you're naked you belong in the bathroom!" only to hear him scurry back into his bathroom.  I knew he was being silly, and I laugh because sometimes the things that come out of my mouth...well make no sense to anyone but us but are hilarious nonetheless. "Would you hurry up and get dressed?  We are not interested in seeing your butt.."  The most common thing I am growling out now is "Get off of him/her/the cat!" because at any given moment, there is a dog pile.  And the princess is usually right there on very top of it, doling out punishment to those below.  "Keep your hands to yourself!" "I am not the maid, clear your plates right now!"  "Stop that if you want to live..."  and the famous "Don't make me stop this car..."  All in a day's work.  Sometimes Mr W and I just look at each other in amazement, grinning and shaking our heads because we can't believe what we just said. It's worse when we stumble over the kid's names. "Ben, Ryan, oh whichever kid is doing that, just STOP before I go mad..."  I caught one of their friends saying "oh whichever kid" to them yesterday, which made me crack up.  I try really hard not to swear, but I will let out strings of curses in Spanish, thinking it won't matter, I'll get away with it...but now they know, and will repeat it back to me "Mommy, what does 'chingado' mean?  Is that a bad word?" "Don't say that, yes, it's a bad word.." "I'm telling Nana."  "Go ahead, you little s***", I mutter under my breath.  Believe me, Nana has been caught uttering curses under her breath when she's been babysitting all day and I come to collect them. :)  I figure the cursing in Spanish is just adding flavor to their day and adding to their vocabulary.  A way to get them to use the correct accent, haha.

Speaking of accents, I was watching Love Actually last night.  I really liked it, it's good.  And talk about eye candy!  Liam Neeson, Colin Firth, Hugh Grant, and a couple of other random cuties...all with adorable accents.  What is it about the accent that makes a girl go all jelloid and want to fling her panties right off?  LOVE that.  I love it when a man can speak more than one language, you have to wonder which one does he use when....ahem.  One of the characters in the movie learns to speak Portuguese, and he stumbles over the words, but the effort is so amazing that you realize it's worth it. Grrrrr.

Okay, that's enough of that.  I have to get ready to do a fun thing today:  shop for a pretty dress for little miss.  We have a party to go to tonight, and we are all getting dolled up for it.   I will get to be escorted by three handsome little devils who all look like their Dad. And I always did want to be surrounded by men who adore me.  Hopefully they won't try to out fart each other while we're there.

 

Not a good sport

Okay, only 2 more days, until my guy gets back home.  I've missed him all week, but today, I realized how much.  One of the kids came in from outside, and when the door opened, I looked up and was looking for him to come walking through the door.  I even had the 'hi honey' big grin going on.  And although I am always happy to have a kid come in from outside without a blood trail dripping inside too, it just was quite the letdown.  UGH.  

I've made it this far, without any liquid medication in a brown paper bag, but the absence is wearing thin, and I'm tired of being a good sport about it.  I'm gonna tell him so too when we talk later.  I was so nonchalant the other day, "yeah, just call me when you get in, and we'll come to pick you up", but tonight, I'm just about ready to load them up and camp out at the gate.  I'm sure he'll be amused when I share that little tidbit. My list of little things I miss has grown and ultimately add up to one big thing missing--him. 

So sappy, so embarassing, but (and I've said this before) really, it is too much that he still affects me this way. (heehee) 

What's a girl to do?  Maybe tonight'd be a good night to practice writing some haiku....because I know I won't be sleeping, dammit.  That could make an interesting homecoming present ;) right?