My Kensli Mae is 4 Years Old!

How on earth did this child pop outta my huhu 4 years ago?????  Look at the difference 4 years makes





It seems like just yesterday Jason was learning to change a little girls diaper for the first time…

All while I smiled from the hospital bed :)




I’m not going to boggle you down with a ton of writing. This is more of a birthday post in pictures. She is so damn smart, too smart for her own good actually! She can be so sweet, caring, and giving. But she can also be extremely stubborn, too motherly, feisty, and of course sassy!

She is absolutely beautiful and Jason and I are going to have so much trouble with boys in the future. I can see it already… {I looks up to my dream cloud and there I am cleaning my cross bow when her first boyfriend shows up….}

She loves dress up, dolls, make up, and hair just as much as she loves being outside, playing in the rain, stomping in mud, and {trying to} play sports.

The shit that comes out of her mouth is hilarious! She is incredibly smart, great negotiator, and very witty. I feel like she’s mature beyond her years. She doesn’t seem like she is just turning four. She acts like she’s 6 at the very least. Everywhere we go, I hear “Oh, How beautiful! How old is she? 6? 7?” Nope. Almost four.

I love her so much, she is literally my world.

Happy Birthday to my very beautiful Kensli Mae!

He really enjoyed holding her and watching his movie! ha










































I know they aren’t perfect, but it’s my first time with a real photo shoot and than editing.

Happy Birthday to my beautiful 4 year old!

Weekend Relaxation with Spider-Man

For the first time in a loooong time, we finally had a weekend with no plans. And it was amaze-balls. We basically did nothing. Yes, I could have cleaned, gone grocery shopping, really got organized, did some chores around here that need to be done. But damn it, we haven’t had a weekend with nothing to do in months. And I mean, long before the twins were born.

And frankly. I wanted to do tidily squat. So I did just that. I did want I wanted to.

I took Friday off to have a ‘Me’ day. Most people who work a ‘normal’ job, as in, not an in-home daycare, have the luxury of having paid sick time or vacation time and can take off at last minute for whatever reason they choose. I, on the other hand, have 5 paid days. If I’m sick or have an emergency pop up and have to close that day, my parents don’t have to pay. But if I plan a day off two weeks ahead of time, it is considered a vacation day. {Although next year, I’m changing my 5 days to 10. I think that’s fair, and I never close for any reason- heads up parents!}

But on the other hand, it’s not fair to my parents who depend on me to watch their children if I am constantly closing. I’ve had a few sitters who always had something going on or someone was always sick, plus we had to pay them for that day regardless if they closed, and we had to find a new sitter for the day at last minute and pay them. And I hated it. And I will not make my parents go through the same thing. They pay me to watch their children, and I will do just that. I literally have to be on my death bed before I’ll close.

Whoa. I just went way off topic.

Back to Friday.

I had a hair appointment at 11 until 1:30. I would normally tell you that I love it, however, I haven’t gotten ready and done my hair yet… sooooo I don’t know. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but nothing that I haven’t had before, so I’m sure it looks great! And afterwards, I met my cousin cousin’s cousin {on the other side}Katie, for Mexican and Margs. I’m pretty sure this girl loves Mexican and Margs as much as I do… and I am not over exaggerating! She is sooo hilarious, I could talk to her for hours! We just click, ya know what I mean?



Then that evening, Brother and his fiancé, Megan, came over! I may have already been somewhat tipsy from Mexican prior! We had so much fun! We hung out, watched movies, and played games! I feel like I didn’t do so well at the games buuuut…. Oh well!

Saturday, we were going to go to the parade here in Ankeny, however, we realized we left all our stuff in the Yukon at the In-laws house. *Rewind* See, we went to their house last Wednesday and they looked at the Yukon because I knew something was wrong, and I was pretty sure it was a wheel bearing going out. {For the record, I was right!!} So he kept it so he could fix it for us and we took their vehicle home that day. But when we were switching stuff out, we forgot to take out the stroller, blankets, and the lounge chairs… basically all the parade stuff we own. So instead, we didn’t say anything to Kensli and went to the in-laws since the Yukon was fixed.

And we literally lounged all day there. Took naps. Cuddled babies. Chit chatted with Marge and Aunt Jean. Came home and lounged some more.

{Varah snoooooooozing away!}


It was awesome-sauce!

Then there was today… a quite interesting day. Jason let me sleep in and even though I had woken up about 8, I just laid in bed. Kensli didn’t bother me… Jason had the twiners downstairs. And I just enjoyed my alone time scrolling my phone under the covers.

Finally, I came down and Jason had made some awesome egg and bacon breakfast sandwiches.

I saw this at some point in the morning and just wanted to squeeze them! But I settled for a picture instead.


And then Kensli asked me where her Halloween costume was. Her Spiderman costume. And boy she was not going to drop it either.

So, from about 9:30 am to 11 at night… Kensli was either Spider-Woman or Spider-Man Kensli.



At first, she was happy with just the mask. So she looked quite interesting with her Spider-Man mask and Ariel PJs. And she was showing me how Spider-Man shoots the web. Oh this child.




Then she wanted to hold Zuri because she wanted to show how strong she was. Zuri looks less than impressed.

Then she wanted to help me move all the boxes up to the twins room and help me re-organize the clothes and box up the too-small outfits.



I’m not really sure she ‘helped’ much. Luckily she had to eat during that time, which gave me some time to really get stuff done.

Then after that was done she was all about Spider-Man giving mommy hugs. I was a-ok with that!


I made her clean her room afterwards, and boy was she not wanting to do that. She was doing anything and everything to stall. Including wanting to take pictures with mommy and some awesome dance moves. Haha!





{I’m going to have to figure out how to post movies on here… it won’t show when I load it on here :(}

After cleaning her room, it was nap time. And yes, she wore that to bed. But just before nap time, she said “Mommy, I am hot.” Well duh child. You are wearing a fall costume. With fake muscles. Even warmer.

During nap time, my mom and dad stopped by to take a break from their kitchen remodel and to see all of us kids… mostly the grand kids, but really all of us. :)

And let me tell you, they were very impressed with how Spider-Man saves the day!



Then once they left, we just sat around some more waiting for the fireworks to start… at 10 Pm.

Let me tell you, when she was sitting still watching movies on the couch.. I had to constantly do a double take looking at her because I kept thinking it was a toy! Ha, then I would remember, “Oh ya, she’s in her costume…”



Then, Jason decided to water the garden. And Kensli loves the garden. It’s dirt. That’s why she loves it. Because it gives her an okay to play in it. So when Jason said he was going out to water the garden, she leaped off the couch and went flying to the back door! Spider-Man was super pumped to save the garden’s day!





She’s definitely putting those Spider-Man muscles to good use!


Oh this Spider-Man thing just cracked me up all day long!

Then finally it was time to leave for the Fireworks. My phone died there but got a before pic!


Yes, we walked there and back! It felt good! And it wasn’t hot at all, but boy were the bugs out… Eck!

We made it back about 11, and by the time we got four kids ready for bed and in bed, it was about 11:30-11:45. We were slightly tired.

And that was our very non-busy weekend that we all loved!

Tonight, I’m hoping to do my C25K workout, maybe a walk with the family, and then headed to the gym at about 8. Somehow, we’ll get supper in there somewhere…

July 4th Weekend

Happy {late} Birthday America!


How did you celebrate the most famous birthday of all? I tell you what, I need a day just to recover from the 3 day weekend… phew. But July 4th is my favorite holiday of all! No stress from purchasing presents for people and guessing what they really want that’s in your extremely small budget. No running to 8000 houses in a matter of two days. No figuring out how to fit the 100 new toys your children got into their already over-stuffed bedroom. Just fun, family, and fireworks. And alcohol.

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{Proof my twins aren’t always sleeping and smiles}

I love fireworks, always have. But what I love even more now, is watching my children watch the fireworks. And seeing their love for the show is as much as what mine is. I. Love. It.

Although, we had 3 late nights in a row. Literally, the kids were up tip at least midnight Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. We finally got home Sunday around 8:30 and finally got to just sit down.

{And PS. Some of these pics are with my cell phone… so clearly not near as good of pictures. Buuuuut still cute enough to share :)}

It started Thursday night for us. My Grandma, Aunt Tammy, Uncle Todd, Jacob, and Jordan all stopped by at the daycare to come say hello since they were finally in town, and they wanted to see the twins for the first time! Well, they gave Kensli a new 4th of July dress and she was super stoked to wear it for fireworks! She looked so adorable.. like a little big person!


We took the kids to Prairie Meadows to meet up with some friends and to watch the fireworks. We all had an amazing time. We got there about 7 pm, so we got to chill for a good 3 hours before the fireworks started. But it was worth it. Us adults got to chat and watch the babies while the big kids got to run around and do whatever big kids do.









And the fireworks were soooo awesome! It was an excellent show. Kensli sat in my lap during the light show and just was in awe. I had more fun watching her than the fireworks… and fireworks are my favorite. After each firework, she would scream “This is so cool!” or “Mom, that was butiful!” or “Mommy, I love that one”.


She did not want to take the above picture. Can you tell?


Even the twins watched! Boy were they wide eyed as they listened to the Booms and giant bright lights! It was too cute. And of course, hanging with my best bud and her fam is always a treat. Living 45 minutes apart makes it some-what difficult to get together. And she works nights and weekends and daycare during the week. With 4 children. A very busy family. So I take advantage of any oppurtunity  that presents itself that we all can hang together.




It took an hour to get out of the damn place though. Eh. Traffic sucks. And of course, on the side of the building we were parked at, they decided to have one ways only. But of course, had no signs, no traffic conductors, no cones, no nothing to let drivers know that. So it was just chaotic.  However, we did make it home at midnight….

And you can see how much fun they had:



Friday was the bomb digity! My Aunt Pam and Uncle Scott have a July 4th party every year. And we go every year. Because it’s awesome sauce!  Uncle Todd, Aunt Tammy, Jacob, and Jordan all come into town, and my whole Campbell’s side of the family get’s together.








All my family Jessica and Brett’s family on the other side also are there! {We all grew up together and just consider each other cousins. I even call their Grandma J ‘Grandma’.} Everyone loves getting together and just wants to have fun and holy cow is fun had by all. And food. Fun and food. And alcohol. Fun, food, and alcohol.


I absolutely adore this picture.




Soo close…. {cough::cough.. Brett!}


There we go! Aren’t we a good lookin’ bunch??


Then we decided to push our luck… and this was the best we got. But hey, this here group is amazing, and what you see here is us. Take it or leave it friends!




There is always a giant slip ‘n slide, baseball, water balloon games, and squirt guns. Water usually gets everywhere. But it’s cool. There are only a few rules. A) Don’t hit great grandma’s. {This was made by a great-grandma} B) Don’t hit anyone holding a baby C) No water in the house. Seems pretty fair right? Fair and simple. Easy for kids to remember… including the drunk big kids.





Jason and I {and the kids} stayed there with Scott and Pam’s kids Brett and Jess, along with their significant others Emily and Nate. As people started high tailin’ it outta there… we all kept the party going. But don’t worry… I’m sure we were super entertaining… {Sorry Aunt Pam and Uncle Scott}











Ha! I wasn’t going to put that last one in there, but it cracks me up every time I look at it… and it’s my blog. So. Sorry Jess and Nate :) Love you both!

Nate was determined to do some fire crackers and Broden was right there with him. They were like two kids waking up on Christmas Day. Hilarious!






This would have been so excellent if it weren’t blurry… but I loved it enough, I decided to post it anyway!




The kids were out as soon as we got in the car. I believe we left about 10:30-11ish. So by the time we got home and kids in bed; it turned into another midnight night. But so worth it.

Saturday, we all kinda slumped around and did nothing. Until about 3. Then we started getting around to head to Kelley and Jared’s in Indianola. Us girls got food ready and took care of the tiny humans. While the men took the two boys {Broden and her son Trenton} fishing about a mile or so away. Trenton was the only one catching anything until…. Until Broden caught a giant snapping turtle!! Saaaaay whaaaaa! How scary! Can you imagine going in to lift the ‘fish’ out of the water and then HOLY SHIT!!!!!!! Something just snapped at you!!!!!!

Then they came home, we all ate some delicious steak and veggies, and started a bonfire! Seriously. We had a bonfire in July. And we were cold and sitting close to the flames. Since when are bonfires comfortable in July? Oh well, I love bonfires so it was glorious! I was extremely tired from the two nights before, and mix that with a little bit of alcohol and I may have fallen asleep at the fire.

Sunday morning, the Campbell’s had a wedding shower for my brother’s fiancé, Megan. It worked out perfect because everyone was in town! It was so nice! And I loved hearing about everyone’s first kiss :) {You can only imagine all the juicy details with all those first kisses}






After the shower, Jessica and I decided to go for some cheese dip and Margs… and just chit chat and bullshit. It was long over due! {Seriously, we need to get together more often Jessica!} But it was soooo much fun! And turns out… a waiter that used to work at Jason’s and I’s mexican restaurant here in town, now works at the one Jess took me too… ya. He asked immediately “Pitcher of margaritas?”

… Damn it…  {Hang head in shame} “Yes please.”

Then Sunday evening we headed over to my Grandma Campbell’s to say good-bye to the Rastello family and order pizza. I hate saying good-bye to them… I really wish they lived closer to us or just here in Iowa would be fantastic! But it sure makes it fun catching up and seeing them when they are here. We try to make every second count!




And that’s a wrap on my weekend! I hope you had an eventful and super fun 3 day weekend!

Love and Toodle’os!

What a Fun Weekend!!

Did you guys have a fun weekend? We sure did! Well… the girls and I did.

The boys had to work. A lot… Ha! They helped my dad grout the tile in his new kitchen and they worked on the playground for the afternoon. {Both of are huge projects, can’t wait to show you the finished picture!}

The most work I had to do was push a stroller and sport a sunburn.

But it was well worth it. We had so much fun!

Friday was really just a chill night. We went to bed by 10:30 I believe. Booooooring.

But Saturday I decided to take the girls to the Rose Festival in State Center. It wasn’t really the plan, and honestly I decided on a whim. Because… I was going to take 3 girls to a parade by myself. That sounds like a lot of work. But I was meeting up with some friends. So I knew I wasn’t going to be alone. I was also excited to get in some adult time with the neighbs Adam and Amanda, and friends Tom and Laura whom we met through the neighbs. They are all so much fun, and we have a blast every time we get to hang out. I was really craving some adult time, so after Tom and Amanda told me we should come, I ended up wanting to go.


Looking through my phone in the bright sunlight, it looked like everyone was looking at me and smiling. Clearly… Laura was the only one ready. Gwen was a tired girl, Amanda was trying to get her to smile… and Kensli… Well Kensli was just getting her bag ready for the candy. {That bag was a huge deal before we left the house. She wasn’t letting me leave until she knew that there was a plastic bag in the diaper bag.}


This picture cracks me up! Tom looks crazy, I look weird, and Kensli looks annoyed.


After the parade {which I have never been to a parade that had that much candy! They were making it rain candy!}, we walked around the carnival. I had no clue it was such a huge weekend event! I didn’t bring cash because I thought it was just a parade… and that’s all I thought it was. That’s all my husband made it sound like. I thought he would know, he lived there growing up! But no. This is a huge deal.

Well anyways, we walked around, let the kids ride a carny ride that didn’t look or sound like it was going to crash and burn to the ground and we ended at the playground where I met up with Jason’s mom and a couple of my nieces.





Before we left we got some snow cones that tasted amazing!! Mmmmm  It’d been awhile since I had tropical sno. And it still tastes just as good as I remember!


Isn’t she beautiful?



On the 7 minute ride back to my mother-in-law’s house, I look in my review mirror and see this:



I think she had fun.


Sunday, we woke up knowing our house had to be clean.. but I just wasn’t ready to do that quite yet. So I talked the hubs into taking us to Mexican ~ YUM! And we definitely had some margs… and some fun. Kensli was getting kinda fussy, but not until the end. She did good for the most part though.


She was trying to show me how she could smile so big… but it looked more like she was going to burst into tears or was constipated…


Jason was not wearing a hat, I promise. Just a pot that was behind him that ended up being placed perfectly during the picture :)

After a few margs, we came home and cleaned the house. Not so fun… but it needed done. And it looked nice. Gets done a whole lot faster when the whole family pitches in!

Did you do anything exciting? Or worth while? Or did you spend the weekend working like the boys did? Booooooo

Well, until next time!

Love and toodle-os!



14 Lessons Learned from One Mama to Another

There are quite a few things that I wish someone would have filled me in on when I was pregnant for the first time and preparing for my gorgeous babe Kensli. But as most parents, we have to learn things the hard way. Which isn’t a bad thing. But… why work through all that if I can give you some advice to shed some days off of that lesson?


After having three children and running a daycare for over a year, I have learned a few tricks of the trade. Some tips for just after birth, some for later on in life. Some are just about cheaper items I have found that are just as good as the big name brands. Some are not so pleasant. Some are difficult to follow through with, and some test your patience. Either way, I just thought I would put a list together to help new or old parents who are having a hard time.

By no way does this mean “It’s the bible, follow this list!” But more so what Jason and I have learned and has helped us. So please, don’t email me with hate mail because I’m slowly killing my children or you don’t agree with some of my tactics. If you don’t like it, stop reading and change the URL.

1) Target Brand Diapers and Walmart Brand Wipes. Through my daycare, I was lucky enough to see all sorts of different wipes and diapers come into my home without having to personally buy them myself. All my parents have to bring their own diapers, and one package of wipes, per child, per month. And I personally love Huggies and Pampers for diapers and Huggies for wipes. However, that shit is expensive!!! Of course it is, it’s the name brand crap. Well, have no fear! Target Diapers are very comparable!! They hold just as much if not more than the name brands, the sticky stuff lasts longer and feels like a better grip. And they don’t disintegrate like Luvs {don’t even get me started on that pitiful brand} Parent’s Choice wipes (purple box) are super cheap and awesome!! They are not flimsy and actually stay in your hand as you wipe. They are exactly like Huggies wipes. Love them!



2) Food. This is probably something a lot of parents are very strict about… but we’re not. Unfortunately, I couldn’t breast feed…. I wanted to, but was only producing half of one child’s feeding, and I had two babies to feed. Even with Kensli… I couldn’t do it, although with her, I didn’t try as hard. This time, however, I tried, and I tried, and I tried. Formula was going to stretch us thin financially, and I really wanted to be able to provide for my children in that special way. And I couldn’t. And it was hard to finally just throw in the towel. But that’s for another post. This is for formula fed babes. Put one more ounce of formula in the bottle then they are eating. Whatever they don’t drink, put back in the fridge and use within 24 hours. This way, you know they are filling their little bellies completely, and once they are ready to move up in quantities, you’ll know… and are prepared that very moment. It avoids learning the hard way. Wondering why they are now only sleeping 1 ½ – 2 hours, instead of the 3-4 they were just doing last week. And wondering about this deb ogle for a week straight. You’ll notice immediately there’s less and less formula left in the bottle, know to up the quantity an ounce, and they will continue to be a happy babe for 3-4 hours.



3) Speaking of quantities of food, here is a little tip for you. Their soft spot on top of their head indicates if a baby is getting enough food or not. If the skin is sunken into the soft spot, they are dehydrated. If the skin is level with the soft spot, they are perfect, and if it’s swollen over the soft spot, they’re getting too much food. More than they can handle. My pediatrician informed me of that, and it makes total sense now that I think of it.

4) If you know you are going somewhere for a while, or have newborn pictures coming up. Bathe and then feed your child before you go. It. Wipes. Them. Out. And they are out for hours. Wanna go to Applebee’s? Perfect! You don’t have to be there by a certain time, so bath them and feed them and you’ll have a dinner without a peep! Really, don’t be afraid to get out there with your babies~ it’s good for them to grow up going out in public. It teaches them how to act when they are out in society as they grow.


This was Kensli getting a bath when she was just a wee little one

5) One place you don’t want to take them- Your bed! Don’t start it. Don’t even think it. At our house, our bed is my husband and I’s time. We don’t even let the dogs up there. In fact, Kensli wasn’t even allowed in our bed for months, then as she got older and understood more, we skimmed down to only when it was dark outside or if we, or one of us, were laying in bed relaxing. We didn’t want her to ever get the idea that she could sleep there. We bit the bullet and got out of bed to tend to our babies needs. Yeeees, even with the twins. I agree with the argument that it’s just easier, they fall asleep faster, which in turns mean you can go back to sleep. But, if you start that when they are young, it will continue until they’re 5. It’s incredibly hard to break once they are used to sleeping with mom and dad. Incredibly hard. So don’t ever start. Put the work and effort in when they are new, and you can sleep like a baby can be lazy later. They won’t know what they are missing if they never get the opportunity to know.

6) Skip the bassinet. No, I’m not kidding. We came home with the twins, and they started out in their cribs by themselves at 37 weeks gestational age. (They were 6 weeks early.) So trust me when I say, it can be done. We did the bassinet thing with Kensli, and I made it 6 days before I said F this. I couldn’t sleep. Every single sound I heard from her, I woke up making sure she wasn’t crawling and falling out of her bassinet and to ensure no one had broke in to kidnap her. I got no sleep. And for what? She couldn’t move. She couldn’t physically crawl, or rollover at that matter. And turns out, babies make a lot of noise when they sleep. So we weren’t making that same mistake twice. When the twins came home, they went straight to their cribs, in their own room. And I slept great that night. Aside from the hour I was up to feed them.

7) Keep your night routine different from your day routine. And stay consistant! Again, this is easy to fold and throw the cards in, but don’t. During the day, we cuddle, I feed them and play with them, they sleep in their swings without being swaddled, I talk to them, the lights are on, it’s noisy, and I love on them. Night time, on the contrary, I mean business. And that business is how fast I can get back to bed. I already have bottles with the water in them, that I made before going to bed, with the container of formula next to it. When I hear one is ready to eat, I get up, dump the appopriate formula in both bottles, get the wide awake one in position, and then go get the other and slide her next to the first one. I feed them, burp them, change them, and re-swaddle them tight and put them back down. I keep it dark in the room and only turn the hallway light on for a tiny bit of light to be able to see. They get swaddled at night time only. I do not talk to them. I don’t ooooo and ahhhh over them. It’s a slam, bam, thank you mom, type of situation. It helps them to grow up associating one routine for sleepy time and the other routine for wide awake time. And the more they realize night time is for sleep… the more they sleep. And the more they sleep, the more you sleep!! In fact, the twinnies have already slept thru the night twice… and their due date was 4 weeks ago. I say that’s pretty damn good. And it’s only going to get better!


Ready for their first night home in their own cribs.

8) Schedules are so important. I can’t stress to you enough, keeping the same schedule makes your life sooooo much easier. This is another one that is easy to jump off that band wagon, but having 4 children and running a daycare, scheduling is what’s kept me sane. And trust me when I say, I don’t venture far from that schedule. Ask any of my daycare parents. They aren’t even there during the day, and they know. It helps babies and toddlers know what to expect. Which keeps them from wanting something and whining about it throughout the day, because they know they aren’t going to get it until X point in time. It also helps when leaving your kiddos with a sitter. It keeps that child reassured that everything is alright when the sitter follows the routine. Although all pediatricians differ on when it’s time to start a routine… I think 6-10 weeks after term date, is a pretty decent time to start. Will it be exact at that point? No. But at least starting is 3/4 of the battle. And as you mold them into the routine that fits both your needs and the child’s, you’ll notice a difference. A child’s sleeping and feeding habits become more consistent starting at about 6 weeks post due date and you might as well jump on that opportunity while they are opening the door for it. Now in no way am I telling you, “Don’t feed your baby if it’s not time!” If your child is rooting around and fussy, and you can clearly tell she’s hungry, give her a bottle! For crying out loud she’s growing like a little weed! And eventually, you’ll up her quantity and she’ll be back on her schedule. But you’ll figure all that out. It’s a trial and error, learn-as-you-go thing. Just keep at it!

9) Let your babies cry. Please, please, please calm down…. I don’t neglect any of my children. However, babies learn at a real young age, real young, that they can start to manipulate you. And it starts with seeing how fast you run to their aid when they cry. (The only time, I don’t recommend this, only because I don’t know these types of situations, is if you have an acid reflux or colicky baby) No one wants to think they were outsmarted by their 10 week old. But believe me, it happens. If you have fed them all they can take, change their diaper, burp them, make sure they are warm, and put in a safe place {such as their crib}, and they are still crying; that is them trying to manipulate you. Let them cry. They are fine. They have every need taken care of. And at this point, they are testing you. And if they are still crying after X amount of time, check their diaper to make sure nothing explosive happened in there. See if they are still rooting around or acting hungry. If either one of those options seem to be the issue, you know how to fix them. Yes, sometimes we parents want to snuggle- fine, I’m not saying you can never hold your baby! But try to pick them up when they are not crying. ‘Reward’ them for their content-ness with some snuggles. The problem is, as they grow, they start to put 2 and 2 together that if “I cry, they will come”. And it only gets worse from there. Well, I want more cheerios; if I cry, they will come. I want that forbidden item on the counter; if I cry, they will come. I don’t want to go to bed yet; if I cry, they will come. Then next thing you know, they are two, and you spend half your night rocking them to sleep. Hold your ground! You are the boss, not them. Teach them that as soon as they exit the womb.

10) Do not hold them all the time. And I am speaking for every single Daycare provider out there. The two weeks before you go back to work, start working with them on being left alone. Start training them to be content with being by themselves. Because no provider loves listening to your baby cry the entire day because they just ‘need’ to be held for 10 hours. It will not happen. Your baby is not the only child in their care. And you are not the only parent paying for child care to have your child get special one on one attention. It will make life so much easier for both you and your provider if your child can hang out by themselves for longer than 20 minutes. As they grow, it also teaches them to play by themselves. Which means better imaginations for your future 3, 4, or 5+ year old. Nothing is more sweet, more precious, and more innocent than to watch your child pretend she is fighting off pirates on her couch-ship and trying not to fall into the alligator pillow’d infested carpet water.

11) Do not hold them every single time they fall asleep. Let them fall asleep in their crib or the swing on their own. Don’t hold them and rock them to fall asleep every time it’s time for a nap. Because guess what, they’ll require it 24/7 and your daycare provider’s skin will crawl every time you walk in the door. {Thankfully, I have not had to deal with that at my daycare. But even if I did, they wouldn’t be getting special treatment and they would learn real quick they have to fall asleep on their on.} Seriously… guess where you’ll be at night if your child depends on you to fall asleep, and for some reason that night, can’t fall asleep for hours. You won’t be in your own bed… that’s for damn sure.

12) Don’t depend on that damn paci. My daycare parents know how much I hate them. I would get so angry if a child grows to depend on them and then I couldn’t find one, and then listen to a child scream for hours on end because all they want is a damn paci. Not in my house hold. That does not happen. I, maybe unlike most, can listen to a child cry for a long while. And I will only insert a paci unless they truly need it or if they’re putting their thumb in their mouth. Naptime, I am more relaxed about. But if they are not sleeping, I’m pretty tough. I don’t let my kids get used to having it all day long. But I do replace a thumb with a paci, because it’s easier to break an object in a child’s mouth than a body part that’s attached to their hand! As your child gets older, it’s harder to break them of the paci, and not to mention it is horrible for their teeth! And once a certain age is reached, and they still have a paci, lets be honest, it’s for the parents at that point. It’s easier to shove that in there than listen to them cry. Be tough. I highly recommend throwing it out cold turkey, but I know a lot of parents like to keep it around for nap time. With Kensli, the paci’s and bottle’s were shipped out the day she turned one. She never saw them again… well, eventually she did when I started daycare. But I’m hoping you’re catching what I’m throwing. I didn’t bring them out if she was having a terrible tantrum, or just… would… not… fall… asleep…without… that… damn… paci. Too bad, so sad. We dealt with it. If you only give the paci when truly necessary, breaking them of the habit is a breeze. I’m seriously tempted to create a rule for the daycare: no paci after 18 or 24 months. But… I’m still playing around with the idea.

The only time I don’t follow that rule is with preemies. It actually helps and teaches them to suck, which helps with the bottle and/or breastfeeding. NICU nurses actually put them in every chance they got. And if you think about it, it makes sense.



13) Let your kids get dirty. Just because she’s splashing around in a mud puddle doesn’t mean you need to rush her inside and bath her immediately. Let her continue to play outside. It doesn’t hurt them. And it actually builds their immune system to be much stronger. If you let your children be messy and dirty children, then their immune system learns how to attack bacteria, thus making it stronger. Didn’t you ever notice in high school growing up, that the same city kids were sick all the time, while the farmers kids never missed a day?



14) Use ‘No’ as early as 6 months. I have read that babies can start to understand very simple words such as no, yes, their name, mom, and dad as early as 6 months old. Maybe that’s not true, but I wasn’t going to chance it. Obviously it’s nothing to freak out on your babe for if they do something wrong. But if she grabs your hair and pulls, kindly say “Kensli, no”. And as you say it, take her hand off your hair. Not only does it help her vocabulary, but it’s a good start to the process of ‘right and wrong’, and ‘I’m the boss, and you’re not’ lessons. It eventually teaches her in a non-abusive/screaming manner that pulling hair is a no-no.

As my pediatrician told me, as long as they are fed, diaper changed, and not dropped, you can’t go too wrong. You know your child better than any pediatrician, survey, or professional guideline out there.. Do what you feel is right. And just because you are supposed to do this at this time, doesn’t mean your child is ready for it at that time. Go with your gut. It’s usually right. And hang in there. You are doing great, even if you feel like you’re failing miserably. Hold your ground and I promise you, it’ll get easier.

I’m sure I’ll do a second part to this post as I think of more items.  So ya never know, you may see another post similar to this! Full of priceless information!

Kensli’s Room Part 2

Hello my peeps! I know I kept promising this post… but! There’s good reason it took so long! First of all- the twinnies. Duh! It takes awhile to get them both changed and fed. Then during nap time when I do all my projects/chores that get done faster without children, Kensli is napping… in her room, where I needed to paint. So. It didn’t happen as fast as I needed. I just needed a couple hours to finish, but just didn’t have that all at the same time.

So then I realized, I could move her to my bed during nap time and then I’m golden. So while I was painting, this was going on in my bed:


Isn’t she so precious? Especially when she’s sleeping :)

Do you remember this post showing the paint job we did? Well I thought I would touch base on that a little and show the update thus far. It’s still not done completely, there will be a part 3… but knowing how long it took between part 1 to part 2.. know it may be awhile.

Well, we have finally moved on from just paint on the walls. But I wanted to show you what the before looked like. Are you ready? It’s glorious and you maybe overly jealous. Try to contain your envy.




Do you see why it was hard to give this room a makeover?

But we fought the urge and did something to it when we decided to move Kensli into it.

And this was step one. Removing the ugly wall paper border and painting:



My cool cat cousin helped :) Along with my handsome husband! It’s nice having handy helpingtons.

Anyway. Moving on.

So that was the first part.

The second part was actually getting her bed and dresser redone so she had somewhere to sleep. Yes, I know. Most kids are in a big girl bed by the time they are 2 anymore…

But A) I wasn’t pushing it. I enjoyed her living in a jail cell crib because she stayed there and couldn’t get up and wonder the house or her room when she wasn’t supposed to. I also knew there wasn’t going to be any toddler eye balls looking me in the eyeballs that very moment I woke up in the morning. That can give a lady a heart attack! Yes, she could climb out the last few months of being in the crib… but just never did. And for that very selfish reason, I kept her there until she was 3 1/2. And it brought her no harm.



B) We re-did her dresser and bed so it would match and look like a set. I just never got it done in a timely manner. So until at least her bed was done, she had no where to sleep if I moved her out of the crib, except for the floor.


But she was so incredibly happy on that cold December day we moved her. She actually had bed sheets and a comforter. Much warmer. :)

The next step was to get her closet done. Seriously… it was needed. The spare room was the smallest bedroom in the house and also had the smallest closet.  Which made for no storage. So we went from this:



To This:



See, much better.

{I’m posting a follow-up post to this one on where I got all the supplies and the how-to’s on the bed. Sometime… So look for that post hopefully in the near future.}

Then my final surprise. The reveal that I was making you all wait for!


I love to paint murals. They take a lot of time so I don’t do very many often, but I still love painting them. It’s kinda therapeutic for me. I love just painting away on a wall or a canvas and letting my thoughts run wild. I have done a few in my day… and decided my children should have some in their rooms to make their room different from anyone else! And since Kensli’s mom loves animal print.. that’s the theme of her room.


I found this picture on Pinterest from this webpage and it was my inspiration. I love it, everything about it. And I decided I wanted Kensli to have something similar on her walls.

cheetah spots


Do you want a cheetah print wall? Well, let me fill you in on the how-to!


First, I started out by drawing cheetah prints on the wall in the pattern I wanted. If you look closely, you can see the pencil drawings. It doesn’t have to be perfect at all. Once it’s painted, I promise, it’ll look like cheetah spots.


Then, you fill in the spots with black paint.



I loved the look, however, I wanted it to look more ‘furry’ if that’s possible. So I decided to blur out the edges. All I did was took a round sponge brush and tapped that ass wall.

Unfortunately, I was put on bed rest just after I stenciled half the room out. So my amazing brother and future-sister-in-law {September Cowboy wedding-can’t wait!} helped out and got what was stenciled painted in black! It was a huge start to the room and I couldn’t have been happier with the work they did! Thank you both!!!

Once you’re done painting in the lines and blurring out the edges with the black paint, it should look something like this. I love it! Exactly what I was going for… except I just didn’t feel it was finished. I felt it was missing something.


So I decide to make it real girly. I went and grabbed my silver glitter and mod podge and headed back to her room. I bought both at JoAnn’s, and I’m pretty sure any glitter will work for this project.


I mix about 1 part mod podge to 2 parts glitter in a bowl. And I use it as my glitter bowl. This isn’t my first rodeo at glittering things up!


It looks kinda ‘glue-y’ but you want it to look like that. That means it’s mixed in pretty well. You do not want any lose glitter. Trust me when I say that, and for good measure. I’m going to repeat it. You DO NOT want any lose glitter. Or it will be everywhere for weeks following your project.

Once it’s mixed, I took another round sponge brush, dipped it in the bowl, and patted away in the middle of random spots.



Once I was satisfied with the glitter spots, I decided to add splashes of pink. And that was exactly what was missing. I poured a little bit of pink on a plate and this time just painted pink in the middle of other random spots. So as you can see, there was a hard line with the pink where it met the black. And that was what I didn’t want.


So back to the black, I took the round sponge brush I was using before, and went around the spots where the pink met the black. And I realized I forgot to blur a few spots completely , like the spot on the right in the above picture, so I went back and did some touch ups.



And that was exactly what I wanted! I loved the outcome as did Kensli. She kept telling me “This is so beautiful mommy!” “I love this paint, it’s so pretty!” “The glitter is gorgeous, mommy!”

So easy to impress her!





My Aunt Tammy sent her this cute sticker and a frame to add to her new room and it goes perfectly! So I put the sticker on some white paper, and then cut the paper to fit in the frame. Smacked that bad boy on the wall, and voila!




I love how it turned out, and it matches her personality to a T. I can’t wait to show you the completely finished room. I have a few more decorations to add and it will finally be completely completed! Sooooo close I can almost taste it!!

I’ll be done… only to move on to finishing the next two kiddos’ rooms.

Loves and Toodle-os!

Word to Ya Motha

Good afternoon my fellow peeps! Did you all have a fantastic Mother’s Day? I hope you made a Mom feel fabulous on their one day of the year!


Because really, we mothers are as super as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And that’s no lie.


While driving to and from places yesterday, I was thinking about all the different types of moms out there. How some hearts are so full they could burst and some are broken hearted for numerous reasons.

And all of them should be celebrated. The ‘Mom’ title is a hard one to uphold. There is no vacation time, you don’t get to call in sick because the weekend came too soon, and it’s 168 hours a week. Moms aren’t always thanked, often not appreciated for their hard work, get a lot of sas from their little ‘bosses’, and quite frankly tend to be the negative nancy when a bad idea is debuting.



But the love we give and receive is true and unconditional. To hold your child for the first time, when their little hand wraps around your index finger, to see your child smile at you, when they run up and give you the biggest hug and kiss when you walk in the door, to hear the words “I love you mommy” makes it all worth it.



It is the most selfless job on this planet and is also the most rewarding. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.



So whether you are a mom to children you birthed, to someone else’s children, to angels, to future children, to our four legged friends, or to children you are praying God blesses you with, Happy Mother’s Day.



I must say.. aside from my children’s mom, I have the best mommy ever. She has always been there for me, always. She helps with my kids and loves them as I do. She is always a phone call away and I trust her with all my little secrets! She makes my kids feel like they are her whole world because they are. She helps in anyway she can. She is the most self-less woman I have ever met. Always thinking of everyone else. And if I could afford to buy her her convertible Ford Mustang that she has always secretly wanted, I would. Someday mom… someday. And that would never come close to everything you have ever done for me and my family.





Mom, we need updated pictures!

My Mother’s Day was exhausting… but only because Jason was gone the entire week before in the Netherlands for work, so I had 4 children to myself, trying to keep all of us alive, while not burning down the house was a huge task in itself. He got back Saturday night about 11-ish, so come Sunday, we were all exhausted. But it was still a great day!!

Saturday, my cousin and myself had the kiddos make their grandma’s and Broden’s mom these cute little plants! I kinda wanted to buy one for myself… but I didn’t. Kensli of course loved playing in the dirt, so she’s all about this gardening thing. Which is good, because we want to build a salsa garden and a daycare flower garden.





Mother’s Day started with Broden getting picked up by his sister to go see his mom for the day and we got the 3 girls bathed and ready.

The first big event was Kensli dropped her first F bomb. Jason wasn’t moving fast enough to open the back door so she could go out and play. And finally, she calmly said “Dad. Please. Go. Open. The. F***in. Door.” Oh boy. Jason and I couldn’t look at each other because if we would have, we would have died laughing… but I thought we did well surpressing the laughter. I did let him correct her. But amongst all this crazy talk, I did note two things: A) She did say please and B) She even used it correctly. I can see how her teenage years are going to be already…

We started out the events by heading to my mother in laws for the afternoon. It is always a nice and relaxing time when we visit there. Have a few beers, Kensli plays with her grandparents, Jason and I bullshit with his dad, and it’s a good time had by all. Kensli even talked Grandma into taking a nap with her. Although no nap was really had, she thought it was cool Grandma was pretending with her! I’m telling you, I lucked out big time when it comes to the in-laws!

We then headed home to get Broden back and took off in the other direction to my cousins Jess and Brett’s place for our awesome family BBQs.   We all brought our own meat and Jess’s boyfriend, Nate, and Uncle Scott grilled and Brett made the most fabulous margaritas… or maybe it was the giant 1″ diameter straw they gave me to drink it with that helped it go down so quickly? Thank goodness my husband was there to drive me home!


The twinnies were passed around and loved by all, while Kensli and Broden played soccer with Brett {really, Kensli was trying to have a full conversation with Brett and give him kisses while the boys played… It was interesting to watch!} and laid in the hammock.









At one point, Kensli hopped off rather quickly which sent Broden flying off in the other direction. I about died… it was so funny! Thankfully, Broden thought it was pretty funny as well!







Our day finished with a tornado warning. The kids were in bed and my phone alarm went off and then seconds later, the big tornado siren went off in town. I hung out outside for a little while because I didn’t want to have to wake up the kids if I didn’t have to. And at first, I thought ‘Well this is silly.’ There was no wind, no huge clouds, no nothing. Just a lightening storm over yonder.

However, 2 minutes after I said that, the wind picked up. Big time. My trees were bending over and it was hard to keep my balance {or maybe that was the margs?}.

Regardless, I decided then it was time to head for the basement.

I went and got Broden and Kensli up, which by the way, waking kids who were dead asleep… almost impossible. But can be done.

I got them downstairs, and came back up to get the twinnies. Laid them in their carseats with a blanket and went downstairs to drop them off. They were getting hungry, so I quickly went upstairs to make two bottles. Ha… good thing the tornado didn’t touch down right then. I would have had hungry babies stuck in a basement!!!

When those were finally done, I came back down only to find Kensli was not down there. She snuck back upstairs to go back to bed. Child! Does she not know the severity of this wind! Jiminy Crickets girlfriend! Ran back upstairs to the main floor, and then to the up upstairs to get her. Ran back down… Let me tell you, I was not in shape enough for all those stairs in that short period of time.

But as you can tell, there was no tornado, and we were all safe and sound. The kids were clearly concerned… as they fell asleep on the loft downstairs. They had found a pillow and a blanket and hit the hay.



Aren’t they so precious?

Well, that was my day in a nutshell! I hope yours was as fabulous as mine. Did you end your day in a basement?

Hopefully you had a nice comfy bed in the basement!

Loves and toodle-os!


A Great Ending, to a Great Week

Last week, my mom took off work to come stay with me during the day and help out where needed. And where I needed the most help was deep cleaning my house and reorganizing certain things.  It was hard for me to keep the place clean with 3 girls, one of which is a walking tornado, and so deep cleaning is almost impossible when I was starting with an extremely dirty slate.

So each day, we picked a room or two and got started. Even Kensli helped when she could. {And even when she couldn’t.} That room got revamped! Everything got put in it’s place, random things found homes, windows got squeaky clean, and carpets got vacuumed.

We literally took every room by storm. And then it was Broden’s rooms turn. I wish I would have gotten before pictures. It was a disaster. We did not want to work on it nor had motivation to clean it, but knew out of the entire house, that was the room that needed it the most.

We first went through every piece of clothing in that boys room. We got rid of almost 50% of his clothes because they were too small, and some so big it’ll be years before he fits into them. His drawers wouldn’t close before.. and worse, he just shoved every top he owned into the same two drawers, so he had no clue what he had in there, because he only wore the top few shirts anyway. It was too much work to dig through the rest.

We started by sorting out all clothes by sizes, and winter or summer clothes. Everything that was smaller than his current size he’s wearing, got tossed to the donate pile. All tops that fit got hung up into two sections. Short sleeves and long sleeves. All bottoms, pjs, and socks/undies went in his dresser. Separated by shorts, jeans, pjs, and of course, socks and undies.

We figured that made it super easy for a 10 year old boy. Tops = hung up in closet. Bottoms = dresser.

After that, we hit his toys. There was so much junk. He’s not one to use his imagination, so therefore, action figures and anything that requires an imagination doesn’t get played with. Put all those in a pile. All those stupid McDonald happy meal toys got tossed. Anything broken or missing pieces went straight to the garbage.

Everything left found a home somewhere other than the floor in that room. We finished by making his bed with fresh clean sheets, and vacuuming the floor.

It’s a completely different room. When he got home from school that day, we sat him down, explained where everything went, clothes included, and explained there is no reason this can’t stay this way, every day. His excuse before was he had no where to put it, or he wasn’t done playing with his legos and didn’t want to move the almost finished project, or he was ‘charging’ his video game system… but forgot to plug it into the wall… nice try Mr.

No more. His lego container is pretty big and can hold all his finished lego projects at once. So I explained those can still all be put away, even if he’s not done. The ‘charging’ video game must be put away before he goes anywhere or goes to bed that night. Clean clothes must be put away correctly as soon as he gets home from school, or when I’m done doing laundry.

His room looks nice damn it, and it’s going to stay that way. We worked on it for almost a full day.

Anyway. We got the entire house done by Thursday afternoon and decided since it had been so gloomy out all week, and Kensli had been so wonderful all week, that we would take her to The Playground on Friday. No, not the park playground. But a bouncy house playground. She loves it. And it’s literally a place they can burn energy for as many hours as the parents want to stay there.


We worked so hard all week that we just wanted one day to relax and let Kensli have fun. So The Playground was our first trip. Kensli had a blast! As do all kids. It’s great! You should really look into it! Kinda pricey, but worth it considering they are worn out in 1-2 hours!









We then went to Applebees to enjoy a sit down meal that wasn’t fast food, because I can’t eat that crap anymore!! I am so sick of that stuff! All of them!



We gave baths to the twinnies just before we left, so they were out like a light the entire time we were gone! Awesome-sauce!

Friday was ended with our cousins Travis and Beth coming over, BBQ’in and having a bonfire! It was so relaxing! And what BBQ and bonfire isn’t complete without drinks?

Saturday we kept pretty low. Jason left for the Netherlands today, so we wanted to hang out with our giant family and relax. We walked to the park and it was so much fun watching her. And we had the playground to ourselves, which was kind of nice.







To get her home we said we were going to eat lunch on the deck outside like a picnic! She was on board with that!

IMG_3040There is an apple under there!

Then she helped dad do some outside work which of course she had a blast with. She tried hand picking all the weeks herself… but that lasted a whoopin’ 30 seconds.


She followed him around as he picked up the dog poo. And her favorite was mowing the lawn. She loves riding the mower. Which is good, I’m sure it’ll be her job one day!




We ended the day with super with his family at the Machine Shed. Which is usually pretty awesome for us. However, last night we got there at 7:20 and left at almost 10… it was pretty bad. And for a 3 year old… that’s a long time. She was pretty restless by the time we left. Everything took forever… from getting seated to drinks, to leaving. But at least the food was good?

This following week is going to be pretty bitter sweet. As I said earlier, Jason left for the Netherlands today, and won’t get back until next Saturday. But that means shits getting done around here. I always plan for a surprise home project for him while he’s away. But you’ll have to wait until next weekend to see… just incase he decides to take a peek on here before he returns! I also am revealing Kensli’s room Part 2 this week! It’s going to be awesome!

In case you don’t follow me on Facebook, here is the sneak peek to her reveal!



My Little Princess in Pictures

Oh my little girl… she isn’t so little anymore. She’s 3 1/2.

She is my little princess. Seriously. When she wears her Sophia the First costume, she insists on being called Princess Kensli.

What happened to my little tom boy? Who played in dirt and liked the feeling of my dog’s giant poo mines squished between her fingers? Although. she still loves being outside and loves sports. So as long as she keeps those traits, I’ll manage :)


She’s really into her Baby Poo Bear also. She feeds him, burps him, changes his diaper, puts him down for naps, and disciplines him. It’s fun to watch her interpretation of mommy and daddy.


I even gave her, her own bottle and put her name on it. So she would know it’s hers and to help her keep it separate from the other bottles. And when it’s feeding time for the twinnies, she goes and gets her bottle and puts it next to the others. Too cute Princess Kensli!


She loves her little sisters and loves helping us with them. And I must add she’s an excellent little helper! She does amazing at fetching diapers and throwing dirty ones away! Awesome-sauce!


She loves Elsa hair. {What toddler girl doesn’t right now?} Everytime I say it’s time to do her hair, she begs for Elsa hair… but I am not good at french braiding… but I suppose practice makes perfect huh? The only thing that matters is how much she loves it. So if it’s not super important that her hair is out of her face, I attempt the Elsa do!



Along with Elsa hair, she just loves her hair getting done in general. When I curled her hair, she thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And shouldn’t all little girls think that daily? Which is why I tell her that multiple times a day, every day.


She is just so happy all the time and always brings us smiles and laughter. The shit that comes out of her mouth is just down-right hilarious and I can’t believe how grown up she is.


It’s hard to believe it’s already been 3 1/2 years I was holding this beautiful baby:


And going back thru baby pictures of her, I do see some similarities with her and the twinnies! I didn’t think they looked like Kensli at all. But now I see it :)

Love my girls

Toodle-o and Loves!

My First Venture with 3 Children Alone…

Hello All.

Let me tell you about my trip to Zuri’s doctors appointment on Tuesday. When I got home, I was exhausted both physically and mentally. A trip out with newborn twins and a 3 year old is not for the faint of heart. Not. At. All.

Okay… from that last paragraph it sounds like we had the most disastrous trip that included a lost child, broken limbs, and multiple major mental breakdowns. I assure you, it wasn’t that bad. Kensli was actually pretty good. She was a helper most of the time, listened to the doctors and nurses and me, and entertained herself {not the most quietest moments of the day, but I didn’t care by that point} while the doctor and I discussed Zuri’s heart.

Well it started with just trying to get out the door.

See, my daughter suffers from Girly Object Syndrome. I send her on a task and the second she sees a toy of hers, or dress up items, or hair accessories… her focus is gone. MIA. Adios Amigo. So to get her ready to go anywhere… we start a half hour early. Now that there are two more to get around, we start an hour early. {That doesn’t even include the actual getting ready part, like clothes on, hair did, mom and dad ready, that’s just getting shoes on and everything and everyone IN the vehicle.} And that still is pushing it… We have still been late on occasions.

So to further explain Girly Object Syndrome, it went something like this:

She saw her hair ties and needed her hair like Elsa’s. Sorry kiddo no time.
She ‘couldn’t find’ matching socks. They were right in front of her.
She saw her candy. Of course was instantly starving.
Found her backpack. Couldn’t decide what to put in it.
Saw mommy’s bra. Had to wear it to the appointment. That was a giant negative.
Decided she had too many toys in her back pack. Couldn’t decide what to remove.
Saw one of her blankets. She was then too cold to move.
Noticed what socks she put on. Decided she didn’t want those.
Saw her princess wand. Needed to turn me into a frog.
Got angry at mommy, because I wouldn’t hop and ribit like a frog.

Annnnnnd I’m pretty sure I missed a few of her ‘problems’.

Phew. That was exhausting just typing it all out!


Elsa Hair



Finally we’re in the vehicle. But then she finds and starts reading this pregnancy book by Jenny McCarthy.  I watch her really try reading this book and decided since she’s so into reading, she should be reading her easy books, to help her actually learn to read. So I went back in to get her “Go Dog, Go” book. Gave it to her and she instantly lit up. That smile is why I continue to do the things I do, it’s just so damn precious!

So the entire way to Methodist Hospital, I heard the story of “Go Dog, Go”. No, she doesn’t know how to read. But. She knows this story. Front ward, backwards, sideways, and upside down. Hell, she doesn’t even need the book to read it. {Literally, she walks around reciting the words to this story.} She knows it that well. So, sneaky mom move ~ I just turned the radio up just a little bit more… Kicker? She’s in the back of a Yukon XL {think suburban}.. I shouldn’t hear her anyway, but. She’s just that loud. And very proud of her “Go Dog, Go” book.

Finally. We’re at the hospital. It takes me about 10-15 minutes to get the twins in the stroller and Kensli focused enough to hold my hand, hold her toys and apples, and walk at the same time. I walk in with my double stroller and toddler in tow and go straight to the guest services desk to find out where this cardiology room is. Well… there isn’t one. I called the Pediatric’s Cardiology number I luckily still had on my phone and they inform me, I am in fact, at the wrong place. They are not in the hospital silly mommy. They are on the other side of 235 by the other hospital, Mercy.

Flippin’ Fantastic.

Back to the Yukon we go. Twins in stroller and holding the toddler’s hand.

“Mom, did you screw up?” What? Where does she hear this stuff?

“Yes, mommy went to the wrong place. So we have to hurry baby.”

“Why didn’t you know what you were doing?” Gee.. pour a little more salt in that wound child.

“Because apparently mommy wasn’t on top of her game today.”

“Mom, you need to pay more attention to your games.” And turn that knife a little more. Am I really taking life lessons from my 3 year old? I suppose I am.

10 minutes later, we’re rollin. And arrive to our new destination… ON TIME!

As we are walking into the building, there is a man outside smoking. And heaven forbid we pass anyone without a comment from my very observant toddler.

“Mom, why are his pants weird?” A) we were 4 feet away from him. B) He just had jeans on… nothing weird at all. Why couldn’t she note the smoking and I could be the good mom and say that is bad for you and don’t ever put one in your mouth! But no… she notes his jeans???

I politely tell her, that wasn’t very nice to say. And he was just wearing jeans, it wasn’t weird at all.

Moving on, she helps with the elevator by pushing the {correct} buttons and we finally make it to the correct suite. She immediately finds the TV and plops her tiny tush in front. I fill out the needed paperwork and look up to see she has made some friends in the waiting room. Too cute! At least she’s not anti-social :) Although, I don’t think the other parents were quite as impressed as I was.

Kensli politely asked the two little girls what their names were. And they responded with Angel and Princess. Now… one would assume, the probably 5 and 6 year olds made these said names up. As they have active imaginations… however. When the dad said “Princess and Angel, come here, it’s time to go.” I realized… nope. That’s their names. I’m just hoping maybe it’s nicknames? However, to each their own.


We finally get called in to have Zuri X-Ray’d, weighed, and measured. She is now 7 lbs 13 oz!!!!  Almost up 3 lbs in  almost 6 weeks! I am so proud of her! And her sister at that matter, she weighed 6 lbs 11 oz as of the 18th.

We are then sent into a little room to wait for the doc. And of course, Kensli then has to go to the bathroom. But, I was not about to load Zuri into the stroller and take the herd to find the itty bitty bathroom that was somewhere in that office. She agreed to wait until the doctor came in.

Well.. he came in and let me tell you… he was an interesting character. I think he was trying to be funny… but I didn’t find it that amusing. In fact.. I almost felt more like a moron mom who didn’t know what was wrong with my daughter.

He walks in and says “Hello, I’m Mr. Doctor. Has anyone told you why you’re here?”

“Yes, Zuri has a small heart murmur from the Twin to Twin Transfusion, and we are here at the follow up appointment for another heart echo to see how it’s doing.” Duh.

“Well. That’s all you know?”  Wait. What? Shit, there’s more? Or am I missing something? I am so confused.

“Her murmur is because of the hole in her heart…. That’s what the doctors and nurses have told me this whole time… were they wrong?”

“No. She does have a murmur. But there’s multiple causes to murmurs. And yes, hers is because of the hole. And actually, I will decide if she has an echo today or not.”

Geeez o Petes buddy. I get you are the doctor. My daughter is the patient. Is this some sort of power trip…? I really don’t know how I am supposed to respond, so all I say is “Well, that’s what I was told. I’m okay with not having an echo, but that was what the doc told me, the one who made this appointment.” And he finally dropped the I’m-a-bad-mom-act.

I hurry and take Kensli to the bathroom while the doc is giving Zuri a check up. The potty run actually goes smoothly, unlike past bathroom trips. I’m guessing because there isn’t an audience this time…

I come back and as he hands Zuri back to me, he starts to tell me how he isn’t concerned about this hole in her heart. But that’s not enough. He brought out a picture of a heart that looked like it came out of some coloring book for medical students. He had to show me everything in regards to this hole to ensure I knew every possible detail. Which- I have no problem with that… however, he talks about as fast as an auctioneer does.

At the same time as his big explanation, the twins start screaming because they’re hungry. I try to pay attention while digging through my giant diaper bag to mix up a bottle. All the while I’m holding Zuri because I still wasn’t sure if they were done with her or not.

I shove the bottle in Varah’s mouth {who is still in the carseat, which is still in the stroller} and suddenly I hear *CRUNCH CRUNCH RIIIIIP, CRUNCH CRUNCH RIIIIIIP*. Kensli decided to put herself up on the patient table and her shoes were squishing and ripping the paper that lays on top.

Who cares. She’s entertaining herself.

I look down, and Varah had puked up all the formula that she had taken and milk was everywhere. Literally everywhere. The carseat, the stroller, her outfit… the works.

Then Kensli dropped all her Reese’s pieces all over the floor.

I just start laughing. The doc is looking at me like I’m crazy and I think he was slightly frustrated at this point because he wants me to know every detail of this tiny hole they aren’t going to do anything about.

Kensli nosily hops down to pick up her Resse’s Pieces and puts them back in her baggie. I dig around the diaper bag to find a burp cloth to start soaking up the un-digested formula that lays all over the carseat and my daughter.

I then look up to find Kensli chowing down on all those Reese’s that were just on the floor. And the doctor’s jaw just dropped watching her stuff her face with those oh-so-dirty Reese’s Pieces. Mr. Doc, haven’t you ever heard of the 5 second rule? In Kensli’s case, it’s more like 10-15 seconds… but really, that’s not much of a difference at all. They keep those offices sterile right?

Once she was done eating, the doc was done talking… coincidence? I’m guessing not… So after Kensli got done picking up some of the toys that were in the room and I changed a few diapers and got Zuri clothed again, we headed for the front to set up another follow up appointment at 6 months.

I paid my co-pay and of course the twins started crying again and Kensli started walking into rooms that were meant for employees only… and the printer stopped working just in time to print my receipt. People are trying to squeeze thru me and my crew, I’m trying to keep two paci’s in two little girls mouths and I’m sternly telling a 3 year old to stay by my side.

And the cherry on top is the receptionist moves at turtle speed…. seriously. Finally, my receipt prints.

A fine young gentleman opens the door for my herd and I am pretty sure I know what’s running through his mind as he looks at my stroller: “Holy shit, that’s a lot of kids.”

That’s right boy… Take this all in. We are walking birth control.