I've thought about writing a blog for awhile. Mostly for myself because I like to write but also so that I have documentation of my kid's younger years and all the crazy shit they do. I have six of them from just under 8 years to two weeks old. That may sound like a lot and it certanly is close together, but as I've always said: I'm breeding slaves. And if I have enough of them, at least one should be willing to take care of me and Nate when we get old. I realize there's a lot of hard work to be put in right now if they're gonna make good cheap labor and then, like us enough later on to be willing to take us in. So for now, my fingers are crossed. It could go either way.
I think I should give an idea of what I've got to work with.
Our oldest, Marek. Basically a perfect clone of Nate. On weekends they stay up late together, long after I've crashed (I usually last until about 8pm) playing video games. Sometimes I hear them laughing and cheering - or politly swearing from upstairs. In case you don't know, politly swearing is words like "dang it" which Marek informed me just yesterday is a swear word but only if you say it too many times...Anyway, Marek is a good big broher too. He plays with his siblings and breaks up their fights and always wrestles gently so Rowan can join in. For the record, Rowan is not a pansy. He's just 6 times smaller than everyone else, so he's fragile. I think one of my favorit things about Marek is that he's very honest...let me rephrase that, he's honest unless its admitting to some offense he's commited. Then he can lie like a champ. The honesty that I admire is his ability to tell me w/o fear that I'm being a crabby witch. Example: recently, I was actually trying to apologize to Raina for yelling and I said "it's just that I'm..." and I was gonna say tired but before it could come out of my mouth Marek said matter-or-factly: "crabby". The little sh%#...
Anyway, moving on to Raina. Raina cried for the first 3 years of her life and to this day wakes up all night long, or doesn't even sleep for all I know. She used to wake me up each time with some excuse like, I have to pee, but that gets suspicious after being said every 5 minutes for 3 hours. So she eventually learned to just leave me alone and I would do the same for her. Raina is actually very sweet and affectionate despite all the crying and she makes friends everywhere she goes. She doesn't really like Ro for some reason, though so she's mean to him. I think its cause he showed up with his adorable, huge head and took away her cutest baby status. She may never recover.
Rowan is the perfect example of a middle child. He's turning 4 in a few months and until about last week he "absolutly could not" dress himself, wipe his butt, blow on his own food if its too hot (we do it together now), or sleep in his own bed all night. He'd end up on our floor. And how did he get away with all of this? Well, he's one of the cutest kids I've ever seen. Now, I have 6 kids and I love them all equally and find them all equally attractive. The difference, though between Rowan and the others is his ability to use his cuteness to his advantage which somehow he's been capable of since birth. In my family growing up, we always called my brother Mark the favorite (another middle child) and now I see why we thought that. He played the cards to his advantage. Its amazing what you learn when you have a million kids of your own.
That brings us to Lydia. Little Lyd came out smiling and seriously didn't stop (even when startled awake) until about 6 months old. Then she started screaming....we're working on it. I swear, when she snapped I really thought something was wrong with her. We even went to the damn doctor, who of course laughed at me. Here is an example if the insanity. Lyd loves purses. When she discovered them, she could spend hours opening and closing the zippers while sometimes switching the contents and sometimes just talking to them. About every other time she opened her damn purse, she couldn't get it closed again. And so she would scream at the top of her lungs while banging the purse (and all its sometimes fragile contents) on whatever hard surface was close by. As soon as she got it closed, her face would light up with a smile and she'd announce to everyone her accomplishment. I learned to sit back and enjoy the show. I think thats all I need to say about Lydia.
Perrin. He loves to dance and he's a pretty happy guy. But watch out because he's got a hell of an arm. His joy in life, besides stealing from Lydia, is throwing whatever he gets his hands on as hard as he can. I'm not sure about his aim though because the other day he was happily throwing a crayon that went behind him every time. When it finally went the right way: frontwards, he screamed in anger and went to find something else to do.
So, finally little Fela. So far at 2 weeks old we're just waitng to see what we've got. She does poop a lot. That's something.
So, thats my family, besides my husband Nate who I think is a pretty cool guy. We're great friends except when I'm emoitional from too little sleep or having/nursing/caring for a baby....one day we'll get to hang out again. Untill then we have 6 insane but lovely kids to keep us busy....
God, I miss Happy Hour.