Gratitude for Dinner

Last night Mr. A had a baseball game that went until 6:30 or 6:45, DH had Scouts that he ran right off to, and so the kids and I went home and I decided we were having cereal for dinner.

"Cereal for DINNER?!"  "We can't do that, Mom!"  Oh, yes, we can.  Or, oatmeal (as Baby S and Miss M decided to have - or, as Miss S likes to call it - "ewt-meaw" - very cute).

And, then, an hour or so later, here was Mr. A's bedtime prayer:

"I'm thankful that we could have cereal for dinner."

See, I'm not such a bad mom after all.

5 Alive - Happy Birthday, Miss M!

As I look at pictures, it seems my kids are always happy. :)  Generally speaking, they are.  Miss M was a very happy baby.  Looking back at pictures of her tonight on the eve of her birthday makes me appreciate and miss that little one all at the same time. 

Happiest 4 month old around!

Cheeky 1 yr old

Picture Perfect 2 yr old (I still don't know how we got her to sit still for this - she was always moving)

Sassy 3 yr old - love those curls!

Classy 4 yr old

Ready to be 5 yr old (right before she got tubes in her ears a few weeks ago)

More to come tomorrow...I need to get some sleep before the festivities begin - she's got all 3 meals planned out and can hardly wait.  Love her energy and spunk.  She's an awesome big sis to Baby S and almost as annoying as a perfect little sis can be to her big brother. :)

 

Blessed

1.   All kids like to ask questions that you never know are coming.  Miss M popped a good one yesterday morning as DH was hopping in the shower -
- "Dad, why did you choose to have a pe*is?"
- DH - "Why did I CHOOSE to?  Oh, I didn't choose to...Heavenly Father BLESSED me with one."

It had the 2 of us in stitches as she seemed appeased with the answer and walked off to get ready for the day.

Give my DH props for quick thinking on his feet.  I was impressed.

2. Miss M also has had to spend some time at the ER and surgery center as of late.  After 6 ear infections this year, she was blessed with tubes in her ears and her adenoids taken out.  Just before her tubes went in, she had a scary infection in the mastoid bone in her ear that needed some ER antibiotics.  Her sister, Baby S, loved to tell everyone that Miss M had to go to the "hos-table."  I love 2 1/2 yr olds.  Mine speaks really well, most of the time, so it's fun to hear her slip up at times even though her almost 5 yr old sister still calls it "pasghetti."  In addition, Miss M still struggles w/her left foot and her right foot shoes, while Baby S almost never gets them wrong.

Little girls are hilarious!  

And the First Shall Be Last and the Last Shall Be First

I'm terribly off any semblance of a blogging routine at this point.  So, I'll sprinkle in bits and pieces, but I'll start with where we are now. 

1 - We lovingly call her Penelope or Finley (as in THE END)

  

She'll be here the end of August sometime.  Just in time to hang with her brother and sisters and then send them all off to school. :)

2 - Let me tell you how Mr. A took the news:

3- We have tried to psych him up now for all of the awesome activities he'll get to do with his dear dad - his best buddy too.  DH even said to me the Friday before we found out what we were having: "If Mr. A is the only son I have, I'll be ok with that.  He's everything I could have wanted in a son and more."  Amen to that.  We won the son lottery and love our Mr. A dearly.  Tonight he played his baseball game with his dad as his 3rd base coach.  Love these 2 boys of mine. 

The pep talk

Eyes on the Prize

And, so, the last son was the first, and the first son ended up being the last one.  We love him for it.