Funny things kids say

Joel and Naomi have both said a bunch of funny things lately. And since I'll never remember them if I don't write them down:

Joel- lately he always needs to 'tell me a secret'. Usually the secret is "I wuv you", which is very nice to hear. Saturday the youngest three all had bowel issues, and he woke up from his nap and had a bit of an overflow. He just stood there and yelled until I heard him and came to clean him up, which took awhile:( As I was putting new clothes on him, he said he needed to tell me a secret. His secret? "Mom, I'm done with my nap." Yeah kiddo, I sorta figured...

Naomi- one of her jobs is to help me with the laundry, so as we were folding laundry she came across a pair of shorts she likes. She said she loved them because they had flowers on them. Smart alec me said "Then why don't you marry them!" Her reply: "Bees have to marry flowers, and besides, I already had to marry macaroni and cheese the other day."

Joel- He never wants his nails cut because he says it hurts. I was trimming his nails and told him it wouldn't hurt. After a few nails, he matter-of-factly says, "Mom, I love you, but you're hurting me."

Joely calls chapstick 'woop-stick', tissues 'two-thews', and chocolate 'twock-it'.

Little Green Stickers

When the moving company moved our stuff here from Rockford, they tagged every box, tub, piece of furniture, and package of diapers with numbered stickers to keep track of what was put on the truck. Even David's motorcycle had a little green sticker on it.

As we unpacked, we pulled stickers off of everything we owned. For months, I found them in countless places. Under the dining room table. On Hope's bed. On Jody.

Monday we unloaded the motorhome when we got home from camping. David put all the books we'd taken in a little garbage can to carry them all inside. Yesterday as the garbage can was sitting by the door with a pile of things to go back to the motorhome, I noticed a little green sticker on the side of it.....I guess I missed that one.

And, of course, the sight of the sticker made me regret, for the ten millionth time in the last four years, that we ever left Rockford. What seemed like such a good idea has turned out to be one of our biggest regrets. Darn stickers- I really didn't need that reminder.

6.1.2010

"It's a........David, why don't you tell us."
"It's a boy!"
"No. No. No, it isn't. ......... No."
"Well, there's a penis, so I think it is."

I remember just laying there in shock. I remember thinking,'it can't be a boy'. I remember saying his cry sounded like Joel's. Duh, he's a newborn- they all sound pretty similar. I remember throwing up. In all fairness, that was probably due more to the anesthetic than the shock. I remember wondering what in the heck we were going to name him. David was pushing Daniel instead of Isaiah.

I was SO positive this baby was a girl. I was nauseous just like I was with both girls. With Joel, I had some nausea, but at random times, not every afternoon and evening without fail. This baby just squirmed around and kicked enough to know it was awake, but nothing painful. With Joel, he kicked so hard I thought he was trying to kick his way out. It HURT. Not just "hey kid, quit kicking me in the ribs" kind of hurt. I'd yell at him and hit him back kind of hurt. This pregnancy was just like both girls; this baby must be a girl too.

After we checked into the hospital and they got all the preliminary stuff done, David and I had about an hour to sit in our room before surgery. I remember asking him if, when Zach was born, he was disappointed that he wasn't a girl. He said no, he was surprised, but then the joy of having a baby sort of took over and he didn't really care. Odd that I asked him that, since that exact situation was about to happen to me.

But I did care. I wanted Leah. I wanted another sweet little girl to dress up in all my cute little girl clothes. Even as I sat in my hospital room, poring over a name book some nurse dug up for me, I mourned that this wasn't my Leah. I suppose I simply mourned my expectations, and mourned the fact that I would never have another girl. I was happy about a boy, because I also remember rocking Joel to sleep many nights, mourning the fact that I {thought I} wouldn't have another boy. But when life doesn't hand you what you expect, you have to readjust to the new reality.

Now I have another son.