A Glimpse of the Past Week

 

Let's go.  Here are your shoes mom.

 

I've got a hat and a glove.  Now can we go?

 

Putting together a new set of storage boxes for Brian's plane project.

 

She's helping too and watching the big boys so intently.

 

Coloring and lounging.  It's so good to have a dad.

 

The wallpaper is all gone and Juan is setting up to put the skim coat on the walls in the living room.

 

Isabele in her paint clothes after a messy morning.  Here are the rib jigs for the Acrosport II.

 

Titus - the independent little helper.

Paint

I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to let the kids help me paint the hallway this morning.  

 

Isabele is hard at work painting the tape that I put on the trim "just in case" they missed the wall a little.  Good thing, huh?.

Titus was doing a very good job.  Not too long after this, Titus started giggling.  I turned around and found that Isabele had painted her face and had a taste of the paintbrush.  Sorry - no picture of this.  But here's what she looked like after a quick cleanup at this sink and then sloppy joes for lunch.

 

She decided on the hat, all on her own.

 

Here's the finished hallway from the dining room, looking into the bathroom.  The trim is going to be a cream color and will have to wait a couple days so I can tape off the walls and then have the kids asleep as they are not going to get to help paint trim.

 

The beginning of the next room to be painted.  I was taping the ceiling in the front entry and Titus decided to help a little.  He opened the paint can on his own, poured the paint into the tray and started in on the wall.  For a 3 year old - not bad.  A little help from me and no one will ever know that it was started by a 3 year old.

Comments from the Peanut Gallery

Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness, jawapeno.

Mommy, I need to go pee really bad.

"rig there" translation: right there? (said a million times a day).

In a most desperate voice: Mom I need my tennis shoes off! (Titus said this to me after running out of his room about midnight one night.  He had feety jammies on, no tennis shoes).

And it will get smashed down in the garbage truck.

It's okay sweety.

Mom don't worry about it.

I want you to wock me in the wocking chair in my room while I cry.

12:58AM

I don't know what her problem is tonight.  She slept great for 4 1/2 hrs and has fussed and slept and woken every few minutes for the last 1 1/2 hrs.  I finally gave up, brought her out to the kitchen where she drank a good bit of water and has now packed down 3 1/2 crackers and counting in about 5 minutes.  I thought her stomach hurt - like a stomach ache.  Maybe it was hunger pains.  Not that she has any reason to be hungry.  Oh how I wish she could tell me what her problems are.  Soon enough, I know, she will be able to tell me all kinds of things and I'll be wishing she could be quiet for a few minutes.

Wordless Wednesday

I think I'll take this idea from the blog of one of my friends.  Thanks for the idea Angie!!

 

 

And We All Sleep

Isabele's new pattern is to sleep all night - only waking and crying for me once.  She goes back to sleep within just a few minutes of me giving her a hug, patting her for a minute and telling her to go back to sleep.  She goes to bed between 7 and 8 PM and wakes up for the day about 5:50AM - a bit early for me, but so much better than waking up numerous times during the night.  She still takes one or two short naps during the day.  I'm not sure if they are short because she wakes up on her own, or if it's because she has a noisy 3 year old brother ...

It goes without saying that I feel 100 times better after a week of decent sleep.  For those of you who have experienced the draining lack of sleep and the return to somewhat normal sleep - you understand.  For those of you who have never experienced babies who will not sleep ... I hope you never do, but if you should, I understand your pain.

Titus' Biplane All Finished

 

Titus built this airplane with a little help from Brian.  He really enjoyed making it.

 

And the propeller spins.

 

The completion of yet another "power-dive".  Titus loves to make his airplanes power-dive and do loops.