At our soccer game last Friday night Trustin and I brought Zeke and another girl on the team brought her three sons. We only had 1 sub and thus whoever was the sub (typically me or the other mom, for obvious reasons) had to watch all 4 kids. The first time I was watching them it was chaos.
"Logan, put away that gum....No, don't eat it."
"James, no going out into the field"
"Don't dump out that water bottle."
"Hey, how'd you get that gum again?"
"Zeke, you don't need to be held."
"No, don't throw the ball on the field!"
"No more gum!"
"Hey, get back here!"
But we made it through.
Later in the night I was watching the kiddos again and Zeke was bawling. It was after 9:00 and he's used to being in bed by 8:00 so he was tired and grumpy. So I picked him up and was trying to comfort him and suddenly I hear an angry voice shouting "Hey---Somebody get those kids off the field!!" All three of the other boys were running like crazy in the field.
Their mom quickly came to swap me places. I guess it was pretty obvious I was not in control of the situation.
I thought, holy cow, 4 kids is tough! So my plan has always been to have lots of kids, but suddenly I was thinking, um, I don't know about this. Well, I still want lots of kids, but I guess I'm glad I get to ease into it one at a time (famous last words before I give birth to triplets, right?).
This week Zeke has been working hard to make sure I am fully initiated into motherhood. He's such an easy kid so my job hasn't been too tough. He was still an easy kid this week, but his body...not so much.
Warning, details that you don't care to know may follow.
Day 1: After Zeke's bath I was just letting him play in the nude for a minute while I did my hair. I always figure his little bottom deserves some fresh air. Well, I gave him a minute too long I was Miss Distracted Mom. I hear the familiar (yes, this happens often) sound of Zeke going potty. Laughing I pick him up and rush him to his room to put a diaper on him. While changing him I notice the mysterious substance on the bottom of his foot. Uh-oh. Sure enough the pee had been preceded by worse and Zeke had walked around in it, and then worse, in rushing back to the bathroom, I also walked around in it!
Day 2: Zeke has been sick this week. Blessedly, he hasn't seemed to feel sick, so he's still been pleasant. However Tuesday morning he threw up all of his breakfast, right into my hands (nice catch Mom!). Then about an hour or two later I begin to smell the familiar announcment that Zeke has a treasure for me to change. I pick him up and take him to his bedroom to change him. As I lay him down I said "Wow dude, this must be a doosey." How right I was.
First I notice that Zeke has managed to leak out of the front, back, sides and legs of his diaper (whoa!). Then I notice that "leak" doesn't quite describe it. Looking at myself I realize that my ENTIRE left thigh is covered in diarea, as is Zeke's clothing. After the cleanup of Zeke and I I discovered that by carrying Zeke I also managed to leave a trail of poo from the living room carpet, drizzled across the couch, down the hall and into his room!
Day 3: repeat of Tuesday, only this trail goes from the middle of our bedroom to the bathroom. Not quite as bad, thankfully!
Day 4: Blessedly the liquid nightmare has ebbed. Truly blessedly because as Zeke was sitting in the tub I looked down and there is a little log floating along. Seriously, 4 days in a row with this type of incident? It's gotta be a record.
I feel fully initiated! Truly I laughed every time, so that's gotta be a good sign. I think I must be ready for those triplets!
In other news, we are busy!
Our contract at our apartment ends next Thursday but it is easier to get help moving on Saturdays so we are trying to be basically moved out by Saturday and just live on our air mattress and deep clean next week. So I've been working like a crazy woman to pack boxes, entertain Zeke, (clean Zeke's disasters), and work like mad on my online classes. Then we also got asked to give talks on Sunday plus my regular primary less. It's been crazy around here. It's been a good crazy though.
We found out yesterday that the bank agreed to make the required repairs that the appraiser listed. This is really exciting because A) it looks guaranteed that we'll get the house and B) it is about $5000 worth of repairs that we don't have to do ourselves, yay! We are still crossing our fingers that they will be done repairing and we'll all be done with paperwork so we can still close by Oct 8th. We welcome any prayers you'd like to send our way.
Our good friends Marc and Kendra are letting us stay with them until our house closes, but we hate bumming off friends so the sooner it closes the better!
Well I guess that's all the latest. And sorry we haven't taken many pictures (although given the stories for the week, lets all be grateful).
Well, half of our hedges are dead...but we have three rose bushes and a gardenia, so I think those make up for the dead stuff. I wish I'd gotten a picture one week earlier; the roses were incredible!
Here is our lovely kitchen with our ghetto fridge and to the right a pantry that is bigger than any we've ever had but still can't contain our mass quantities of cereal.
Here is looking at our "breakfast nook" with the patio door and our dining room to the left.
Dining room.
Our "office." It's a disaster...obviously. Also, my friend told me the other day that with such tall ceilings we'll need at least an 8 or 9 foot Christmas tree...she's probably right...for the moment we're settling for a 3 footer on a 6 foot trunk, we're fancy like that!
looking upstairs
Zeke's room. I didn't take pictures of the other two rooms because they are basically the same as this minus the cute bed and the cuter resident.
Viewing the yard from the "patio" (which is currently dirt but with dreams of becoming paved...perhaps by March...it's a big patio)
