Wednesday, September 23, 2009

princess play

So. . . we found Roman dressed like this sleeping in his sister's bed when we went in to tuck him the other night.
OF COURSE we had to take a picture.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

our blessing

Last Sunday Holland was given a name and a blessing. It was a beautiful prayer, offered by her father. There were many in attendance and we were so grateful to have everyone come to support us.

Holland is being held by her great-grandmother. Holland's middle name is after her.

Thursday, September 3, 2009


Brooklyn: I have to tell you something, but I don't want you to get mad.

Me: You can tell me. I won't get mad.

Brooklyn: Well, my pretend Prince gave me a pretend phone--see? (she holds up the pretend phone for me to see) and sometimes I call my pretend Prince and Eunice at school. I'm sorry.

Me: Okay, well, I don't care if you call them. Maybe it would be best to just call them at home.

Brooklyn: But what if I'm at school and they try to call me?

Me: Well, you could let it go to voicemail.

Brooklyn: Okay! (Skips off happily.)

I'm so grateful for these kinds of problems.


A couple of days ago Roman climbed up to the top of the fridge, retrieved the bottle of children's vitamins and then helped himself to the "candy". Oh, he also practiced his manners and shared with Greggory.

I was in the shower. Brooklyn was at school.

After discovering Greggory with vitamin residue all over his face and shirt, I calmly called poison control thinking that I should probably disguise my voice because I've called them so many times. I watched for the appropriate symptoms--diarrhea, vomiting, etc., but thankfully there were none and we live to celebrate another hospital-free day.

However, after discovering that Roman had opened the "childproof" bottle of vitamins with a pair of scissors my joy turned to despair. Is nothing safe in the house? After all, this was his third attempt at ignorant suicide; I thought I had learned my lesson and taken all the necessary precautions to keep danger away from my son. Apparently he takes that as a challenge to find the danger himself.

Am I such a bad mother, or is my son gifted in some sick way?