Wigs

Levi and Noah found the wig from my Halloween costume tonight, and thought it would be funny to try it on. I guess this is a preview of what they will look like in 10 years, if the hairstyles for teenage boys are the same as they are right now. Freakin' long haired hippie kids these days...

Levi


Noah


Ella had to try it out too...


They all made me try it on...


Even Banjo got in on the action...


And finally, the best lookin' one in the family. I guess we'll find out tonight if blondes really do have more fun ;)

Easter cookies

The kids got a cookie kit from Great-Aunt Janna for easter. The dough looks like playdough, but actually tastes good. They also got frosting to put on top. Yesterday Grandma came over to watch the kids so we could get some things done around the house. They all decided to make the cookies.

Levi


Noah


Ella


I snuck a few of the cookies from the tray. They tasted pretty good. Unfortunately, I only saw Ella doing this between frosting each cookie AFTER I had eaten them...



Lovely...


Consider this your warning if we ever offer you cookies at our house.

The bunk house

So Paige's nesting instinct is kicking into overdrive now. On the last go round, we ended up buying a new house. At least this baby has just been limited to re-arranging furniture. Today we decided to change the rooms around to get ready for the new arrival. We have two sets of bunk beds. Until now, one was set up as bunk beds in Ella's room, and the other was set up as two single beds in the boys' room. Today we moved one of Ella's beds into the boys' room and told her she was going to move in there for a while when the new baby came. At first she was excited, thinking it would be fun to have a sleepover with her brothers every night. A little while later, she started realizing that this meant her room would no longer be the same. Her bed got moved out, her little playhouse got taken down and stored in the closet, her dresser got moved into the boy's closet, and the crib got set up in "her" room. She was not too pleased about this. We had a heart to heart and explained that the new baby needed somewhere to sleep, and that as soon as it could sleep through the night, she could move back to her room. If it is a little boy, it will go sleep with Levi and Noah, and if it is a little girl, then she and Ella get to share a room. This seemed to sooth her hard feelings. By bedtime, she was excited to sleep in her new room with the boys. Overall, she took it like a little trooper. We'll see how it goes with three kids in the same room. Tonight wasn't exactly smooth, but they are all sleeping now.

Here is the final result...

Ok ok, not really. But three beds in one small room feels like it...

And here is the new baby's room. I am really hoping it is a girl, because I can't hardly contemplate my boy sleeping in this...

Pink walls, butterfly rug, flowers on the curtain. It would probably permanently warp the poor boy. So let's hope it's a girl. Plus, another boy means that all three of them will spend the rest of their childhood crammed into a single room. A girl just works better...

Paige is feeling guilty over the whole thing. Ella was crying, and Paige said it was breaking her heart. "I'm a mother, it's my job to feel guilty over how I have wronged my children." Then she felt guilty because the new baby doesn't get it's "own" room, it gets a mismatched collection of leftover furniture crammed into Ella's old room. Pregnancy hormones. I don't feel sorry for the new kid at all. She (?) will be the only one in the house who gets a room all to herself.

So after a late kiddo bedtime tonight, I better get to sleep. Because 6:53 AM will come to soon. Why 6:53? That is approximately the time the garbage truck will roll past our house tomorrow. The truck will wake up the boys, who will barrel out of their room and into ours, still half asleep, screaming half with excitement and half with pure terror that they will miss seeing the garbage truck go by. Heaven forbid they actually do miss the truck going by, or they spend the next 30 minutes sobbing until he makes his second loop through to collect the other side of the street. Definitely no need for an alarm clock on Monday mornings in our house...

Aye carrumba...

Aunt Angie babysat the kids yesterday afternoon. I came home from work to find Noah dressed like this...

Sheesh. Angie's excuse was that he wanted to wear it. I suppose if he wanted to play with matches, she would let him do that too. It's bad enough that Grandma taught them to call their diapers "panties." Now I come home and the kid is wearing a girly skirt.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Ella saw this and said "Dad, when was this? When did we dance like that?" They all had to watch it 10 times before bed. Every time the intro ran, they all shouted "Jib Jab!"

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Weird, weird dream

I didn't get much sleep last night. At least not much good sleep. I had the weirdest dream. Twice. Normally I only remember bits and pieces of my dreams. This one I remembered the whole thing. Twice. Although the details are fading now.

Paige and I lived in a house, only it wasn't our house. The rooms were all in different places. And Paige didn't really look like Paige, although she still looked like someone I know, although I can't quite put my finger on who. We also only had one child, a boy instead of Ella. Again, it wasn't any of our kids, but somehow looked familiar.

In my dream, I kept waking up all night long because the baby monitor was making weird sounds. Not the normal baby monitor squeaks and squeals, but bumping noises... and footsteps. Like someone was in the baby's room. I kept getting up to go check, but there was never anyone there. It did, however, creep me out to go into the baby's room.

I woke up the next morning (in my dream) and went to go get the baby. He was happy and playing, and all the sudden froze. He stared straight past me, into the room, looking intently at something. And from the other room, I could hear the same bumping and footstep noises over the baby monitor. Only I couldn't actually hear them inside the room. The baby just kept staring past me at something... or nothing. The hair on my neck was standing all the way up, so we got out of there as fast as we could.

For some bizarre reason, at naptime, I put the baby back to sleep in the room, even though I didn't want to stay in there any longer than necessary. And for some reason, my sister was over. We were sitting there talking, and the monitor started making the creepy noises again. My sister jokingly said "Sounds like a ghost in the nursery." I just looked at her and said "I think there is, and I'm not sure what it wants."

Then the dream just ended, and I woke up in cold sweat. Twice.

I have no idea what this is supposed to mean.

(However, it could have something to do with the fact that a certain friend of mine came over, and told me this creepy story about his sister-in-law. And then joked that we should harass his sister-in-law about letting her baby sleep with a ghost. Sorry sister-in-law, I couldn't resist. I didn't really have any weird dreams. Seriously though... uber creepy.)