"You and mom make a good team."

My lovely sister-in-law Lisa sends out a short summary of their family news and happenings each week. Each time I read it I think "I should do that. "
     So here goes.  In Carson's Christmas card  he made at school he wrote something like this: you are such great parents.  Thanks for having so many kids. I love to play with them, even Amelia.  Love carson.  That made me happy. 
     We had a rough night during Christmas break at my parents house. William and Bradley both threw up at least eight times each through out the night.  I lost track.    Eric and I both got up and worked together to set things right whether it was emptying and rinsing the bowl, finding clean clothes, cleaning up any that missed the bowl, etc. This morning William said to Eric "you and mom make a good team." That made me happy, too.
     The other day Abbey injured her foot outside and came into the house. She got blood on the floor. I saw the blood on the floor and instead of checking on her I just called"abbey, come clean up your blood."  She was fine and thought my lack of sympathy humerous.
     Today she pointed out once again a time when I was a little less than sympathetic.  William was puking loudly and Amelia was still sleeping and I asked him to try to be quieter.  Poor kid. He's puking for like the 12th time in the last 12 hours and what do I say? "Please be quieter."
    

How is it having six kids?

My sister asked me how it was having six kids. I said it depends on the day. Later I wrote this to her:  no regrets! If I could go back, I'd have her all over again! I love her spare tires and rolls and smile!        
      Last week of christmas break:  We survived this week with sick kids. The words of a song come to mind "and mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again!"  Bless the person who came up with the idea to make schools!  We had lots of crabby, sick kids stuck in the house all week with lots of movies, reading, and playing with new christmas toys. 
Love you ladies!!!

Heart attack

Abbey heart attacked her first boy over Christmas break.  By heart attached, I mean she taped a bunch of paper hearts with messaged on them to his front door with one of her girl friends.  The young man and his family were out of town. So they came home to a heart attack and messages written in chalk all over their drive way.  I still kind of wish she was shy and quiet and awkward like I was when I was her age, but she's not.  She's very  confident when it comes to interacting with the young men.
     Amelia rolled over for the first time this last week.  I love her chubby legs!

I'm like a gazelle

     My favorite line from Carson this week was "I'm like a gazelle."   "Huh," I asked. "How are you like a gazelle?"  He  went on to explain that he's half cheetah, half wolf, half gazelle,  and half gorilla. He's like a cheeta because he's so fast, wolf because they can run long distances like marathon runners, gorillas because he likes to climb trees, and gazelle because he's agile.  He went on to expound about under what circumstances he uses each speed and sometimes combines creature abilities because of the conditions.  Love that kid!
     I also loved what William said.  "When I get married, I'm going to ask my wife if I can name the boys and she can name the girls."
     Sacraments are getting rough between Amelia and Bradley.   Amelia is out of that new infant, sleeps a whole lot through anything faze.  I'm spending more time in the halls and mother's lounge than in sacrament.  If you haven't had to try to breastfeed your baby while your four year old boy tips the other rocker so far back it falls to the ground with him on it, you are fortinate.  Don't forget spinning the chair around and around.  They say I'm going to miss this someday.  Hmmmm.