Monday, June 30, 2008

I should've known better

The kids' school cafeteria has this system that is basically like a credit or debit account. Every kid gets an account number and if they are going to buy their lunch that day, they just enter their number in the machine. Parents are to put money in the account if they want their kids to buy their lunches. We usually pack lunches for our kids, but once in awhile allow them to buy their lunches. We put some money in their accounts. We figured with Nicholas in kindergarten and his first year with this system, it would be iffy as to what he would do. It turned out that Nicholas liked eating breakfast at school. And most of time he would eat lunch there too. Even though we put money in all the kids' accounts and they were taking their lunch to school, we still had to pay, when they would go over their assigned amount.

This happened twice. At the end of the school year, you have to make sure everything is paid up, so the kids can get their report cards. We got the bills for all the kids. Nicholas actually ended up having the least amount owed, which was funny, since we had thought he was buying breakfast and lunch all the time. Zachary owed very little as well. And Sarah didn't owe very much at all, however she had a book from the library that she couldn't find to return. The book was $6, so her total went up some because of that.

Amanda and Anthony ended up with the most money owed. On the second to last day of school, I went to the business office to pay everything up to date. The lady there gave me two totals (one for the high school kids and one for the elementary kids). I went to the elementary office first. I paid for Nicholas, Sarah and Zach, no problem. They gave me a receipt, which I left there and had to go back to get it.

Then I went to the high school. The high school is two different buildings (one for the jr. high and one for the sr. high) and the two buildings are connected with an overpass, bridge type thing. During school hours the school is locked down. You can only get in through the sr. high. So I rang the bell and went to the sr. high office to get a pass to go through the building to the jr high office. But when I got there, they said I could pay there, in the sr high office. I only had cash, so I gave them a fifty dollar bill. They didn't have change, so they called the cafeteria manager to come to the office. I got my change, and no receipt. I asked for a receipt and they gave me a xeroxed paper that was a copy of a post it note with the amounts owed on it. Didn't mark it paid or anything. I had a weird feeling about it, but thought it's done, don't worry about it.


The little ones got their report cards the next day (last day of school). Amanda and Anthony said the school was going to mail their cards. We waited and waited. Did we get their report cards in the mail? No, we got a bill from the cafeteria saying we had to pay their lunch fees. That's just great! Today, Amanda and I went to the school to ask about their report cards. I took the papers that said I paid at the elementary office and the copy of the post it note. We went to the sr. high office. They said they couldn't check anything, because the kids are in jr. high and I said but I paid here. They said it didn't matter.

Off we went to the jr high office. I explained the whole story to the secretary. She was very understanding, very worried about the money. Told me it wasn't my fault and she didn't doubt for second that I paid. Because in her words, why would I pay for all the other kids and not the older ones. She said she would track down the cash. She also told Amanda that if there is a problem next school year (with the money still being shown), then Amanda should go see her. The secretary said she would take care of it. That was so nice of her! I appreciated it. And Amanda and Anthony now have their report cards. So everything worked out after all. But what a pain in the butt that was to deal with. I'm kind of proud of myself for handling it. That is something I would of passed off on Rich to do, because I don't like dealing with that kind of stuff. But I did it and all is well.

Rain Rain Go Away

Every night for the past week, Mother Nature has played tricks on us. In the morning it will be beautiful. The sun will be shinning and it will be nice and warm and then it starts to get dark by late afternoon. Dark and cloudy, and you know exactly what happens when it gets dark and cloudy. Not only rain, but thunderstorms. I love a good thunderstorm, but not at the expense of a nice sunny day. Especially when we have plans for the evening.

Tonight, we were supposed to go to a pizza/pool party for the twins baseball team. All day long they were looking forward to going. I didn't even plan dinner, because I was thinking about this pool/pizza party. Well, it rained. Then the coach called to cancel it. Of course the rain stopped, but that wasn't enough to call the party back on, because it was still very cloudy and looking like it would storm. Even though the sun has been shinning in the morning to mid afternoon, it rained enough tonight to flood our yard alittle bit.

Saturday, June 28, 2008


Nicholas and Sarah were jumping around "dancing" in the living room to Tune Disney, when Nicholas fell down. He said "That didn't hurt.....well maybe just a little bit." LOL!

Friday, June 27, 2008

I'm Gonna Miss This

Today, a man from the insurance company came by to assess the damage to Rich's car. And when he was leaving Nicholas was sitting on the door frame of the broken screen door and I said I can't believe the kind of damage kids can cause and he said, yeah kids are hard on houses. He said I noticed your garage door with all the dings the kids caused with their bikes and toys. I immediately felt embarrased and he went on to tell me, he remembered when he replaced his garage door and then his son banged it all up. He said, his son was 24 now, and everytime he pulls into his driveway and sees the garage door it reminds him of his son. And I hate to be all cheesy, but he said yep, you're gonna miss this stuff, when they don't do it anymore.

I know sometimes it's hard to think that I'm gonna miss all these little things my children do that drive me crazy. I don't think I really pay attention to all the details. I mean I see all these great qualities my children have. But most of the time, I only see the bad things they do. Can I say I'll miss hearing my children fight. That I'll miss separating fights, and sorting out arguments. That I'll miss cleaning things over and over again, because the kids mess it up. I hope I don't ever forget the wonderful joy my children bring me. When their faces light up when they see I made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Or the looks they get on their faces when they accomplish something big. When I look at them and see these beautiful gifts that God has given me, words just can't describe the feelings that I feel. I think next time the kids are fighting and yelling at each other, I'm not going make them stop, I think I'll just take a good look around and relish in every minute.

Kids grow so quickly, and time goes by so fast and I don't want to look back on my life and not see this. I want to remember how I felt when my children came to me with their boo boos. I want to remember them asking me a million "why" questions a day. The way little arms feel when they wrap around you for a hug. I want to remember seeing them tie their shoes for the first time by themselves. Hearing them sing all their silly songs. I want to remember the way they smell after taking a bath, and holding that little one on my lap for one last cuddle before bed. I want to remember rocking my babies to sleep and after they had fallen asleep, the way they snuggled into my chest, feeling safe and warm. The little giggles and all the laughter and I want to cherish every single memory they give me.

You're Gonna Miss This

She was staring out the window of their SUV
Complaining, saying "I can't wait to turn 18"
She said "I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules"
Mamma put the car in park out there in front of the school
Then she kissed her head and said "I was just like you"

You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this

Before she knows it she's a brand new bride
In a one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by
He tells her "It's a nice place"
She says "It'll do for now"
Starts talking about babies and buying a house
Daddy shakes his head and says "Baby, just slow down"

Cause you're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this

Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater
Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'
One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'
And she keeps apologizin'
He says "They don't bother me.
I've got 2 babies of my own.
One's 36, one's 23.
Huh, it's hard to believe, but...

You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this"

Oh my eye!

I always have the weirdest things happen to me. When I was a little girl, my best friend and I decided we were going to play carnival. We picked up all these leaves that we wanted to use as ride tickets and stuff like that. Well, little did we know that the leaves we chose to use were poison oak and ivy leaves. Oh yeah, let me tell you, that was not fun! My mother tried everything to help me stop scratching myself to death. I had it everywhere, including my eyes.

Years and years later, while I was pregnant with Nicholas I broke out in this really weird awful rash like thing, that wasn't really a rash. All I remember is that it turned my face purple. Yes, purple! Not my whole face, but enough to make me look like a spectacle sitting in the ER. They say that some women will get a mask like mark on their faces during pregnancy, but that wasn't what I had. The doctors in the ER had no idea what happened or how to make it go away. Luckily, it only lasted a day or two.

A few months after I had the twins, I was walking down the hallway carrying both of them in my arms, when my foot got caught in the hem of my pants. In order not to fall with two babies in my arms, I stuck my foot out to catch myself and instead of my foot landing flat, it went sideways. And I broke it. I spent 25 years of my life (at that point) with out having a broken bone and when I finally did break a bone it was my foot. So here I was just having gotten out of the hospital, after spending two and half weeks on bedrest there. Not including the months at home I was on bedrest. With two newborns and two toddlers, needing help from friends and family again. LOL! I ended up with a walking cast and the bone I broke, was a little tiny bone under my little pinky toe. LOL! See weird, huh?

Tonight as I was sitting on the couch watching some tv, my right eye started bothering me. Just an annoyance, like something was in my eye or a piece of my hair was hanging in the way. I don't know, it just felt weird. After sitting there for about an hour and rubbing the hell out of eye, I got up and went into the bathroom to see if I could see what was bothering my eye so badly. Guess what I saw?! A freaking swollen eye, that's what! My right eye is swollen like a balloon, and now it's all red and irritated, not to mention this God awful tearing it's doing.

I'm not sure if I got bit by a mosquito and didn't realize it. Or what the heck I did. But visions of me going blind from it, are making me paranoid, LOL! If the swelling doesn't go down, then I will make a call to the doctor in the morning. What in the heck could it be? But do you see what I mean about weird stuff happening. If it is a mosquito bite, who in the world, actually gets bitten by a mosquito on the eye?! Me, that's who! And if it's not a bite, then I sure as hell want to know what it is! I must be some kind of magnet for dumb stuff.

The Fridge

So I decided to clean the refrigerator out tonight. It was full of leftovers that became unknown science projects. Yeah, it's been awhile since I tackled the sucker! I think that job ranks up there on my top ten most hated chores. I absolutely hate cleaning out the fridge. Most of the time, I make the girls help me. I clean everything out and wipe down the shelves, Sarah and Amanda have the more nastier jobs of fridge cleaning. Sarah has to dump all the yuck in the garbage can. It's disgusting, but she laughs and has a good time doing so. She will chuckle as food is stuck on the dish as she's chucking it in the garbage and say "ewwwww" about a dozen times. I don't know why it's so funny to her. Although, maybe laughing is her defense mechanism with the smell of old moldy food, LOL! I know this whole thing sounds utterly disgusting. Which is exactly why I put off cleaning it for so long.
Amanda gets the honor of washing all the nasty dishes. She, unlike Sarah will moan and groan at every disgusting thing and smell. Then Anthony gets the lovely job of taking out the full and very smelly garbage.

I really don't know why I put it off for so long. I know that if I would clean it out before it gets bad then it wouldn't be so hard or nasty to clean. But, I'm a major procrastinator and that's just another thing I put off because I don't want to have to deal with it. I really wish I could change this bad habit that I have. I do it with everything. Like last week I got a new cell phone (which is PURPLE by the way - Looove it!), and there is a $50 rebate for it. All I have to do is fill out my name and address, send in the receipt with a code off the box. And do you think I did it? Nope, the whole bag (minus the phone) is sitting on the desk where I dumped it when I got home that day.

I wait until the last minute to do everything. Which might be why I'm always late for everything (another really bad habit). I have always been late. I was even late for my own wedding! Now that's bad. Especially when the time is stamped on the screen. And everyone keeps turning around looking at the door to see if I'm coming. Five whole minutes went by! I'm sure Rich was sweating bullets, not knowing if I was going to show or not LOL! I know there are several ways to change bad habits. I just think I poke around waiting until I absolutely have to get ready. Or maybe it's that I under estimate how long it will take to get ready, or how long it will take to get there. I don't know, but it gets pretty bad when the doctor's office starts writing down your appointment time for 15 minutes before your actual appointment is scheduled.

Maybe next time the fridge starts to get dirty, I'll clean it out. And maybe then I won't be up at 4 in the morning cleaning it. One can only hope!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The stuff you can find on the internet

Scroll to the bottom of the page and check out my stick family, LOL! Can you tell I was bored today?!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Oh brother!

Oh my, so the past few nights Rich has had trouble sleeping (or should I say not sleeping, at all). He claims he is totally fine, he took cat naps, etc. You know that typical man thing, I'm okay, leave me alone. Well, he decided he would go to the mall and get some things. I know, I know!! I couldn't stop him, I wasn't home when he left. It had been raining pretty bad, down pours, flash floods, etc. He was taking a short cut road, which everyone takes because it cuts off some mileage but it's very curvy. It also goes through some woods so there are always deer and other animals that run across the road.

So anyway, he said he came around a curve and saw three deer in the middle of the road, nothing was coming the other way, so he swerved to miss the deer and hit the water on the road, temporarily lost control and hit the guardrail. Scratched the hell out of the car too, all down the side. He said he wasn't hurt, but he was holding his side a little bit. He's so stubborn he would never admit he was hurt.

He was pissed about his car. And so frustrated that he couldn't sleep again the next night, or the next. He went 4 or 5 days without much sleep and he was driving me nuts! He was walking around muttering to himself. Talking about nonsense when he wasn't talking to himself. Doing really stupid, off the wall stuff. Like last night (I stayed awake all night, myself trying to get him to go to bed), he came charging out of the room with a ladder. The ladder was in there because he was fixing some dry wall. At any rate, he comes charging out of the room with this ladder. And says, I need to fix that thing right now. I was standing there, staring at him in a amazement, kind of like what the hell are you doing. I said you are not going to get up on a ladder when you can barely stand up. He just looked at me all weird and said, I wasn't going to stand on the ladder and then looks at the ladder still in his hands as if it just magically appeared.

So finally this morning, I asked some on-line friends to say some prayers. I didn't say what the hell he was doing, just that he needed some. About an hour or so, after I requested the prayers, he finally, finally fell asleep. Thank God, he answered our prayers and helped that man get some sleep. I don't think I could have taken one more day of him doing that.

I'm sure the accident was caused because there were deer in the road, but I'm not so sure he would have damaged his car so badly if he wasn't so tired. Do you know what I mean? Not that I think it's his fault, there was water and deer, and I probably would have crashed my car, but I don't know. Oh well, men!!! Why do they have to be so stinkin' stubborn!!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

That's My Girl!!

Zachary running towards first base

Sarah on third base

Sarah at bat!

Zachary at bat!

They Won, They Won!!

Celebrating the big win

********The previous pics are from the game, sorry for the blurry celebrating pics, I took them with my cell phone and it doesn't have an action setting, LOL! (and for the record, our last name isn't Campbell so no worries).**********

The twins had a ball game today. They do fairly well, not all stars but better than other players. Zachary more often than not, walks because he will get more balls than strikes. Sometimes he will swing the bat and make contact with the ball, but I can't remember the last time he actually hit the ball. But he does well with other things, I know one game they didn't score any runs until Zachary walked to first and then stole second and then third and then made it home. He scored the first run of the game by basically stealing his way, LOL! Whatever gets you there, eh? But I noticed that the coach does play Zach in the in field, usually second or third base. And he does pretty good in there. So maybe that's his thing, you know?

Sarah on the other hand isn't afraid to hit the ball. She doesn't care if she strikes out, but she'll go down swinging that bat when she does. There are times that she hits the ball and that girl has some power. Sarah will usually always hit the ball when she gets angry or frustrated. She is the only girl on her team, and maybe the only girl playing in her division (for our town). Most girls moved up to softball after t-ball, but Sarah wanted to stay with her brother.

Like I said, when she feels frustrated she will get a great hit, almost everytime. One game, the other team (all boys) was being mean and saying things like strike her out, she's easy, she's a girl. And Sarah whacked that ball into the outfield and proved all those boys wrong and she did it all with a smile on her face. That same game there was a pop up that went to the outfield and Sarah reached up and caught the ball (it was almost accidental that she did), she just stood there with the huge grin. Like, take that one boys! Go Girl Power!!

Today, though I couldn't be more proud of my girl. During one inning, she hit the ball and it rolled right over second base and she scored a double. Because (I didn't know this) but if the ball rolls over the plate, they automatically get a base. When the next inning came up, there was a girl pitcher and Sarah swung the ball - strike. Next pitch was a ball, then Sarah swung that bat and cracked that ball out there. The boys on the other team started stumbling for the ball, Sarah made it to first, second, then third. Did I mention that bases were loaded? Oh yeah my baby girl hit a triple and got three boys home. Everyone was jumping up and down, screaming. I think I was the loudest lol! It was fanastic!! When she crossed home plate I was screaming that's MY girl and clapping like a fool LOL!! It was great! The team was behind a few points when she did this too, so she in a sense saved the team and all the boys were so excited it was great. When Sarah asked me why I didn't take a pic of her hit, I said Sarah even if I thought to take a pic, it wouldn't have come out very well, because I was jumping up and down so much, LOL!

At the end of the game, her coach gave her the game ball. How neat is that?! I'm so proud of her! She is and always has been what I had wanted to be. She doesn't take crap off of anyone. She always tells it like it is, no matter what. She gets her feelings hurt, but she doesn't quit or stop fighting. In alot of ways she reminds me of Grandma. I still have a smile on my face thinking about that game and how much fun Sarah had and how great she felt doing it. That's MY Girl!!

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Sharing Nicholas' accident

The other night, we were getting ready to go to the twins game when I asked Nick to go get his lawn chair outside. He no sooner walked out the door, only to come right back in crying and holding his cheek. He tripped over the dog's run, the dog was trying to get Nick to pet him and Nick tripped on his run line. He did a slide
across the back concrete porch with his face. The whole right side of his face looked like a nasty brush/rug burn. It was bleeding and looked horrible. I thought it couldn't get or look much worse than that.

Then, I took Nick to his last t-ball game by myself (sort of like a treat mommy and son time). I was sitting there watching him run the bases, he made it to home, and started to run for the dug out and tripped. It didn't seem like he hurt himself, so he kept playing. The last inning his team was in the outfield and Nick decided he had to pee, so he took off running for me and ran head first into the gate. You know that little hook lock thingy that locks the gate to the fence, he cracked his head on that. At first he just stood back from it, like what the hell was that. And he started run/walking towards me, when to my horror blood started gushing from his forehead. I jump up and run to him, other parents are in shock. Nick says, it doesn't
hurt, and I said, but you are bleeding.

I took him to the rest room and tried to clean him up with wet paper towels (I just changed out my purse to a smaller one, so I didn't have any bandaids). I told him to pee and then I'd clean his face again. When he came out of the stull, his head was gushing blood again. I know head injuries bleed more than any other body part, so
I just told him to hold his head back and hold the wet towels tightly on his cut. When I got it cleaned up enough to look, he had a cut above his left eyebrow, about a quarter of an inch wide and a half an inch long.

I walked him out of the rest room with the towels on his head, and went to the coaches' wives and asked if they had any bandaids. One of them did, and I put it on his head thinking it would be enough to get home. One of the coaches came over and looked at him, and couldn't believe what he did. He said the game was almost over
anyway and gave Nick a certificate for participating this year (which
was nice).

When the game ended, Nick wanted to line up with his team and go down the line saying "good game". They do this at the end of the games (all the teams on the league do it). Since this was the last game of the season, he wanted to do it, so he puts his hat on and lines up. And what does he do after they're done. He crashes into another kid, because he tripped - again. When he gets back to me, his head is
bleeding again, really bad. It went clear through the bandaid, all down into his eye and all over his cheek. Poor baby!! Me and another mom and a coach's wife clean him up again.

I got him home and put steri strips on his cut. He is perfectly fine. He was running like a nut with his brothers and rough housing, even though I told him not too. So I know he is fine now, but man what an ordeal for him to go through, you know? I felt so bad for him, I went to the store and bought him a bunch of treats. Rich checked him out to make sure he didn't actually need stitches or that he didn't have a concussion or something like that and he redid the strips that I did earlier, because again they were soaked with blood. We'll see how he is in the morning, if he's still bleeding I'll take him in, if not then we'll try not to worry about it too

I still wonder if I did the right thing, as far as bringing him home and fixing it, instead of taking him to the ER. Rich said it looked as if either decision would have been fine. My thinking is that last month I took Nathan in for a head injury. It was a bump on his forehead that swelled up and turned blue and I was afraid he had a concussion or something, so for my piece of mind I took him in. Our insurance charges $50 for each ER visit and so I felt as though I had wasted that money, when the ER docs said Nathan was fine. I explained all this to Rich and he told, that I should never, ever worry about taking the kids to the doctor or hospital. That he would take care of it no matter what it costs. He told me for my piece of mind, if I felt they needed to go and then just take them and he would take care of the cost. He's told me this before, so I don't know why I worry about it. I think a part of me, just wonders if I'm doing the wrong thing. Or maybe it's the fact that I don't want to look stupid bringing a child in for nothing. I don't know. Maybe next time (and let's be realistic with six children there will be a next time), I'll try to remember what Rich said and take it to heart.

Seriously considering sleeping pills

I don't know what my problem is, but I feel like crap most of the time. Just tired and worn out, I think. In the morning I struggle to get up. I'm lucky in the fact that Rich will get up with the kids and watch them for me, most of the time. Well, really watch Nathan and Nicholas because the older kids can pretty much watch themselves while I sleep. Anyway, Rich will get up with the kids because I'm just so tired that I can't do it. Then, he will get me up and I'm on my own and I drink coffee and Coke by the gallon just trying to stay awake.

At night, I can't sleep (maybe it's all the caffiene I consumed during the day coming back to haunt me, I don't know), I will stay up or toss and turn for most of the night. Last night I finally fell asleep around 4:30. It's terrible and I hate it. I am seriously considering taking sleeping pills in the hopes that I can regulate my sleep pattern. My only fear and what holds me back from taking them is that I'm afraid something would happen and I'd be knocked out, you know? I guess I'm just not thinking because I know damn well that Rich would be up in a heart beat if something happened. Even though he's a deep sleeper, he can still hear and will get up over the most quiet thing. Things you think he can't hear, he does. It's weird!

Maybe I should just give in and take them one night, just to see if they work. It couldn't hurt, right? And then I would know if that was the problem or if it was something else. If I take them and it works and I get my sleep straighten out, how great would that be?! It's not like I would have to be dependant on them, it would just be sort of like getting over the hump and fixing this problem. I mean, how else do you fix insomnia? Because I have no idea, but I am so tired of being tired. I'm tired of having my eyes hurt and burn from lack of sleep. I'm tired of telling my kids that I can't play, because I'm so tired. I'm tired of falling asleep at odd times during the day, because my body is trying to catch up on sleep any way it can.

I think I'm going to give it a try and hope it works. It doesn't hurt to try, right?

Monday, June 16, 2008

Wow didn't realize how long it's been since I've posted

I have had so much going on that I haven't really had time to post much. I took a break from work. A nice month long break. Thank God, I needed it really bad. I'd love to quit, not because I hate my job, but now that I've been home these last few weeks I'm really loving being home. I mean, I know the kids fight and sometimes drive me nuts, but I love being home with them. I love being home in general. I love doing all those domestic things. I know I'm not the greatest housekeeper or sometimes, I really hate cooking, but most of the time, I feel like I'm in total bliss. And Rich has said that if things improve, if I really want to quit or work per diem (only two days a month) that I can. You don't know how my heart sings, when I think I could be home again. I thrive here. I love my husband, I love my children, I love my home, I love my life. Home really is where my heart is! I'm such a lucky girl!

I love making my family something they all love to eat and have them ooh and ahh over it. I love seeing my husband playing with our children. Mostly, I love that because he wasn't able to do it for a long time. So it's nice that his back is feeling better and he's starting to feel happy about things. Which by the way, I don't think I ever shared how he has been doing as far as his back is concerned. He found a new doctor. One that actually listens to how Rich is feeling. He changed his prescription, he has been injecting Rich with shots of epidurals (?). What ever is in that shot is working wonders! I know that there are some things that won't be able to change, but seeing him walk around without a cane most of the time is wonderful. He has come a long way since being in so much pain that he cried out in pain with every step. It makes me feel so over whelmed with pride and love that he didn't give up, that he decided to stick around for me and the kids. You don't know how close I was to being a widow.

Amanda has been trying my patience quite a lot. When she was born (actually when all the children were born) Rich said a little blessing and a little message about that blessing, not a curse but what could be a bad effect of that blessing, know what I mean. As in, he blessed Amanda with intelligence but with that intelligence will come trickery or lies. And boy did that ever come true. Weird! Amanda is very, very smart, tests have showed that she is a genius (sure doesn't get that from me). Rich always calls the kids baby geniuses, lol! At any rate, this kid has been trying to come up with all kinds of things to say she will do, only to be found to being doing something else. Does that make sense? I'll have to blog about that one separately.

Anthony is jealous that Amanda got a job this summer. She will be babysitting a few days a week for a neighbor. Anthony loves to get/make money. And he hordes it too, but I guess that's good. Better to save then spend it all and not have any. The twins have one more game left for the baseball season. Nicholas just finished his season for t-ball, finished with a bang. At his last game he banged, more like cracked his head, I can blog about that some other time as well.

Nathan is on his way to being potty trained. He loves to run to the bathroom when he has to pee, but when he needs to poo, he runs in the other direction. God, who knows why kids don't like doing that, it always takes them forever to poo on the potty. I'm hoping that by the time his third birthday comes next month that he will be fully trained. How nice that would be! No more diapers! I'm so tired of cleaning up poop, LOL!!