Twas the day before Thursday...

Twas the day before Thursday, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, Heaven forbid, not a mouse!

The dishes were loaded in the dishwasher with care

In hopes that my husband soon would be there

The children were quiet, not a peep, not a sound

While I ate my lunch and cleaned up the ground

All was at peace not a bang, not a tap

No crying, no whining, no hands in my lap

When I suddenly realized: THERE IS NO CLATTER

So I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter

Away to the mudroom I flew like a flash

Ran through the door in a mad, scrambling dash

The moon was not out and there was no snow

But the lights in the ceiling, were enough of a show

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But three miniature girls and every mother's fear

With my make-up brushes in hand, thinking they're slick

Dipping into the toilet, then to their mouths for a lick

More rapid than eagles, my curses they came

I whistled and shouted and called them by name

Oh Elly! Oh Addy! Oh Kynden Pot Pie!

Why do you do this? Why, why, why, why?

So of course, to the bathtub I flew

With babies in tow, one, three and two

With water a splashing I filled up the tub

And added some bubbles for a rub-a-dub-dub

With cheeks now like roses and noses like a cherry

Finally again, mommy is merry

With Kynden's cute face and round little belly

And Adelynn, when she laughs, is like a bowl full of jelly

Elly's chubby and plump, a cute little elf

That I smiled and laughed in spite of myself

And now, it is, the best part of the day

The girls are all sleeping, so is Jayden, Hooray!

As the rain comes down and the daylight gets thinner

It's time for me to get up and make dinner!

Allergies

About a month ago, I called the doctor because Kynden had been showing signs of a milk allergy. She was fussy after having a bottle and was throwing up her milk periodically and just plain didn't seem like she felt good. So we went to the doctor and talked with her about her symptoms, etc. Even though it didn't sound like fun to draw blood from a one year old, I opted to get her blood drawn in order to test for allergies. I figured that this was best in the long run to know exactly what we were dealing with...

Well, fast forward to a month later. I finally had called the doctor's office again because I hadn't heard anything. They hand misplaced the lab results, etc, etc so they had to call me back. They called back this morning with the results. Get this! My dear Kynden is highly allergic to milk, egg whites and peanuts as well as allergic to wheat and soybeans! This basically covers everything that I feed her. I don't know what to do with this! Seriously, what do you feed a one year old with these kind of allergies? There's a part of me that is in denial. These can't possibly be the results of my kid..they must have gotten mixed up with someone else. Wouldn't we have noticed these? This is going to change my life! I'm going to have to read product lables like a madwoman, shop at different grocery stores, buy different products...potentially change the diet of the entire family!

Speaking of the entire family, Josh and I already decided to have the rest of the kids tested as well. Since I would never have guessed Kynden was allergic to all these things, who know what I might have missed in the others. The nurse I was talking to also said that it doesn't always come out in the form of a rash or whatever, it may be behavorial as well. Who knows..maybe this has some sort of strange connection to Jayden's bathroom issues...There's an interesting thought.

Well, if anyone has any advice for me, please give it. I'm overwhelmed just thinking about all the changes that are coming!

Is it okay...

...that I saw the girls doing this:
And let them keep doing it in order to avoid this?....

I need a break

Enough said.

One of the lucky ones

Well, I've been absent from blogging for too long! Like I mentioned in my last blog, I've had blogs floating around in my head, but so far none of them have made it to paper...uh, keyboard.

I am blogging today because I've been in contemplation of my life...more specifically my marriage. My mother in law let me borrow her book by Dr. Laura; The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands. I'm not the most loyal of listeners to Dr. Laura, but I actually am a fan. I believe that although, she seems harsh a lot of times, she actually speaks the truth. And not only that, the more I listen to her, the more I realize that she doesn't only speak the truth, but she speaks it out of love...you have to listen to her for quite some time though before you hear the love. =)

I have realized through reading the book that I have met a lot of the standards when it comes to being a good wife. There are several things that I do need to work on though. But that's not what I'm going to blog about. It has occurred to me that I have the best husband in the entire world. That's what I'm going to blog about.

In less than one month, Josh and I will have been married for 9 years. 9 years! Let me tell you about some of the reasons my husband is the best one in the world. Every day he goes to work. It's not always fun, it's not always easy, but he goes, everyday so that he can provide for our family. Not only does he just go to work, but he is dedicated to his work. When it's needed he gets up early or only takes a half an hour lunch so that he can work overtime without taking time away from the family. I appreciate this about him.

When he's off work, on a weekend or whatever, I don't even have to ask and he initiates changing diapers, making bottles, breaking up fights, whatever needs done with the kids.

Josh truly, truly believes that I am the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He tells me every day that I'm beautiful. This is astounding to me. I have stretch marks. I have c-section scars. My stomach is a lot jigglier than it was when we got married. But every day he still looks at me with adoration and tells me I'm beautiful.

My husband is a very nice man. He is kind and considerate of others..almost to a fault sometimes. However there's a side of him that most people probably don't know about. I've only ever seen it a few times, but I know it's there. Josh is a protector. I know for a fact that if someone was to harm me or the kids, Josh would be there in an instant, without a thought for his own well being. He gets filled with righteous, stand-out-of-his-way anger and watch out! I seriously would be afraid if that anger was directed towards me! He would walk through a burning building for me. I feel safe when I am with him. He protects me. He is my hero.

I don't know if I am able right now to fully put my feelings about my husband into words. I adore him and I'm so proud to be married to him. I know I don't say it to him enough..that's one of the things I'm going to be working on.

I love you, Babe! Thank you for a fabulous 9 years. I look forward to another 9 and another 9 and another 9....

What?

I know I haven't blogged in a while..I have some blogs floating around in my head but am waiting for some pictures to come out of the camera.

Anyway...I just had to write real quick about something Jayden said today. I was in the bathroom getting ready for the day and he woke up and came in..this was our conversation:

Jayden: I think I need to go to the doctor.
Me: Why?
Jayden: Because I just keep sneezing and sneezing and stuff.
Me: Well, I think you have a cold.
Jayden: Or maybe my heart is twisted.

What?