Because if she weren’t the cutest thing ever, I might be a little bit upset that she got the empty microwave popcorn bag out of the trash, inserted her head and, in a quest to capture every last bit of trans-fat, yellow no. 7 goodness, smeared it all over her hair, face, and clothes.
Dick is ready (I mean ready) for another baby. I’m not feeling the baby hunger at all. How could I, when I have these cheeks and these eyes and those lips giving slobbery kisses and insisting that she’s “not a Chah-lie, I’m a LOU-SEEY.” (We call her “Charlie” whenever her sisters complain about her, usually when they’re all crammed in the back of the minivan, which is unfortunately not separated from the driver’s seat by soundproof glass.)
Spot (“I’m not a Spo-ot, I’m a LOU-SEEY”) is a good baby, except that she wakes up much earlier than Sally and Susan ever did. Like 6:30 am in the morning early. She sits up in her crib, in the room she shares with Sally, and even though the railing of her crib is in the lowered position, she calls, “Sally, get me out, Saaaaallyyyy.”
Sometimes, if we’ve had a late night, I rush down the hall to get her before she wakes up her sister who needs to be alert for second grade, but most mornings I’m sure that the reason I had more than one kid is so the eight-year old can herd her sisters downstairs and negotiate the DVR.
Hmm, maybe we could have another kid — Sally’s probably old enough to start changing diapers. And a fourth kid would probably be just as cute as the other ones. Probably.
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Cuteness definitely required at these kinds of times!
I was six and a bit when my sister was born. Almost nine when my brother was born. Almost twelve when my youngest sister was born – and she was the only one I remember changing nappies, giving bottles, etc, and that may have been more after Dad and her Mum split up, can’t remember now. But why have older kids if they don’t help with the little kid herding? Or are even just the coolest, most interesting thing (compared to Mum) the little ones get to see?
LOL Jane,got my middle son a valentine that said i was glad he was such a cute lovable son cause he has no idea how many times that saved him from being in really big trouble….
how true it is
steff
btw- cant believe i dont even make the comment meter…LOLOL
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Oh thats great! I hadn’t noticed your meter. LOL, positive reinforcement, right?
Ok first the mushy love letter to Dick, now the unbelievably sweet post about your children. Raise your hand, folks, if you vote that Jane’s already preggers. Raise ‘em high there, ok I see a few.
Can’t wait for the big announcement
(ps the love letter wasn’t tacky, it was wonderful!)
I have long held that God makes preschoolers cute because that is the only way they survive. Probably why tweens are so darn useful, too (mine is making breakfast for her brothers and sisters right now).
Last time I didn’t want another and my husband did, we had a surprise. In the 1 week between switching from the mini to regular pill (I was using a less reliable method that week). Come to think of it, it was with my 4th.
Yes, the comment meter is brazen a ploy to foster competition and backstabbing amongst the constestants. Wait, this isn’t the show True Beauty? Oh, my mistake.
I just put that on there so that people who comment a lot get some linky love back. It’s supposed to reset every month, but I’m not really sure how it works. (And I can change how many it shows — I’ll change it to ten right now. And hey, if you don’t have a gravatar, go get one so we can see what you look like, eh? Gravatars works on lots of different sites, so you’ll be glad to have one, or you won’t really care, possibly, since you have such a rich and fulfilling life off-line
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And? Not pregnant. No way. Even bought a huge box of feminine products at Costco yesterday for next month. I had a $3 off coupon, dawg.
Also, I really am sorry for older kids who are, say, only seven and have, say, THIRTEEN younger siblings, especially if that includes octuplets, but on the other hand, I was the oldest of five, and wouldn’t trade my ordinal position. And watching your kids interact is really one of the best parts of parenthood.
So, Steff — Looks like you’ve got some serious commentering to do. (You know, if I didn’t know you’d been without electricity and all a lot of this month, I might be a little hurt
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She’s adorable, buttery and all. And I think definitely time to have another baby…..maybe you’ll get two!
By the way, I am not losing my #1 position! No way, no how!
The picture of Spot covered in butter is hilarious, though I probably only think so is because I didn’t have to deal with washing her face after said action!
Is it a coincidence that you are gradually introducing us to your families real names? Or are you going to start calling everyone their real name?
And PS-I am sure the next one will be just as cute, and just think, by the time that one wants help getting out of bed, Susan will probably be strong/tall enough to help!
Come on it, the water’s fine!! Hey, we can be miserable and help with each other’s kids together!
P.S. If you’re really not ready, and Dick is, tell him he can have the next one…
Well, I couldn’t address my love letter to Tom with his fake name, especially since his fake name is “Dick,” which I still find hilarious, but maybe not as funny as it was for the first few months.
I actually wrote this post with all of their real names, but then I thought that might be confusing, etc, and now it’s all a bit complicated bec. I’m “Jane” when I leave comments on other sites, etc. Kind of regretting the fake names at all now, though I do want to be internet-security-savvy, etc. I don’t mind you people knowing our real names at all, but I think I’m stuck with our themed ones.
I totally tell Dick (I mean “Tom,” I mean, angelloverbuns) that he can have another kid any time he wants to. I am NOT holding him back from that!
geez a girl goes with out electricity and phones and her comment status just goes straight to h*ll. LOLOL
on the covered with butter…our middle one (of the card fame previously mentioned) stole a stick of butter out of the fridge one night. I mentioned to hubby who was miraculously home that it was awfully quiet were the kids still watching a movie with him and he said no they came to find you….i sent him to check and he hollers in a way that only dad’s can do while laughing thier fool heads off….steff….quick you gotta see this…
by the time i walk the 35 feet down to the kids rooms bright dad had picked up monkey child and both had to take a shower to remove butter…it was in T’s ears, hair, nose, between toes, and it took 2 magic erasers to get it off the door and wall
i feel your pain…lol
steff
BTW I am so excited you commented on my blog…I feel loved today…LOL
steff
ok so i got one of those gravatars now what do i do?
steff
Steff — Now you’ve got your gravatar, you don’t have to do anything. Your computer cookies or [insert technical term] will supply it whenever you leave a comment on a site that uses gravatars — and if you look in the sidebar on here now, THERE YOU ARE!
Max was 18 months old and painted his head blue. And when I say head I mean his entire head, ears, hair, mouth, etc. When I gave him a bath the water turned this dark, murky, mixed paint color – it was lovely. However, I didn’t kill him because even blue, he was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
As for #4 – ask Dick/Tom how many nights he’s waking up several times a night to feed that little darling? How many times is he going to do an extra load of wash? Oh, and is he willing to pay for a cleaning lady or are we enlisting the children to clean the house? Yeah, all of these things is what deterred us from #3. I’m 38, and I like to sleep – y’know at least 6 consecutive hours.
However, I do find myself envying women who can so easily manage households of three or more children. I secretly wish it was me every time I see them.
You make a solid point, Jane.
That is the most adorable photo I’ve seen since this one of Lulu.
For sure, we all know that Heavenly Father made toddlers so cute so they’d survive till grade school!
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Oh, and hey, I’m just a blog-hopper who made it over here from MMB. Love your sense of humor!
hey beth….i will be 38 sat….my third was born in dec….omg…he is the easiest babe ever…honestly adding the third was waaaay easier than i ever dreamed it could be….and lazy…omg i have to fight to keep this one awake enough to eat the amount he needs to every day…if he had his way he would eat half an ounce every 1/2 hour all day long….and sleep between the four sips. but i have gotten him on a great schedule and he is sleeping @ night from around 7-8 until somewhere between 3 30 and 4 in the morning….
works for me…
steff