Day Trip to Willow Springs

Last Saturday, being so very sick of the heat, we drove three hours north to the Arizona pines for some lake time at Willow Springs.
We stopped in Payson, Arizona for a healthy lunch of Jack in the Box.  photo 003eresized_zps2c1080d6.jpg

I snapped this shot of Allan and the kids walking to the car. When they’d been walking across the parking lot I’d noticed how giant our family seemed. I can’t believe we’re going to have five kids. Five seems like way more than four, to me.  photo 006eresized_zps50a2570c.jpg

Allan bought himself a boat two weeks ago. I told him that would be his Father’s Day gift. The kids were super excited to be on the boat. As we slowly made our way across the lake (there’s a rule about not using a giant motor so Allan had to use his trolling motor) the kids hung off the side, kicking their feet in the water. (Allan didn’t want them to do this but I insisted it was fun and totally awesome. lol)  photo 015eresized_zps79988b37.jpg photo 019eresized_zps292e7b41.jpg photo 023eresized_zpsf65c3b27.jpg

Ember didn’t hang off the side of the boat, of course. She spent her time climbing from the front of the boat to the middle to the back and then back to the middle and back to the front. Over and over and over and over and over again. She stopped for about three minutes to sit by me and play with some toys we brought.  photo 033eresized_zps56e2ba9e.jpg

The weather was really nice (the high was in the low 80s) and with the shade canopy on Allan’s boat, I was really happy!  photo 042eresized_zpsbc9e43b3.jpg

There’s probably not a day that goes by that at least one of my children does a monster sound. They love scaring each other.  photo 046eresizeed_zpsd06eac4f.jpg

The second we chose a spot to stop on the shore and the kids got off the boat they went to swim in the water.  photo 051eresized_zps9b016ae3.jpg

The water was freezing. I didn’t get in, Allan swam with the kids the whole time.  photo 056eresized_zps75daa960.jpg

I bought these super awesome lifejackets at WalMart for the little kids. They go more around the waist instead of up by their faces which they love. Anyway, Payson got brave enough to swim out far from shore during this trip!  photo 059eeresized_zps80bec0c7.jpg photo 066eresized_zps61a63cca.jpg

Brooklyn had a lot of fun trying out her new flippers and snorkel set.  photo 068eresized_zps87ee1b26.jpg photo 091eresized_zps44e4eecd.jpg

We brought lots of snacks and though it’d been about an hour since they ate Jack in the Box my kids were ravenous. My kids are always ravenous.  photo 096eresized_zps541c32fe.jpg photo 105eresized_zps99853e82.jpg photo 106eresized_zps2e8b5b3e.jpg photo 118eresized_zpsf68fde34.jpg

Ember was really into feeding the fishies. She probably threw a fourth of her food to the fish :S  photo 128eresized_zps2e7d600a.jpg photo 131eresized_zps51cdbc63.jpg

Allan brought a bunch of fishing poles and we all fished for a while. Except Ember, who followed me around whining to be held or breastfed or go home.  photo 139eresized_zpsc41a8c66.jpg

The bluegills were really into our offerings. haha  photo 146eresized_zps1e974c36.jpg

Sierra caught her first ever fish!! A teensy tiny little bluegill that she was crazy excited about because she’d caught it all on her own!  photo 156eresized_zps9611b154.jpg

Brooklyn had caught a bluegill at the same time and they compared fish.  photo 157eresized_zps266720ab.jpg photo 158eresized_zpsefadec95.jpg photo 165eresized_zpse7d92600.jpg photo 173eresized_zps9b7d38c3.jpg

Brooklyn wanted to fish in a different part of the shore than everyone else. She loves to be separate and independent of the family because she feels like she’s growing up and too mature to fish by the little kids. She had the best time catching a ton of bluegill all by herself. She baited her own hook and got the fish of her hook all by herself each time!  photo 176esbresized_zps635220fc.jpg

Ember begged to hold each fish that was caught. She’d hold her hand out and as soon as the fish was near her she’d recoil. She did eventually get up the nerve to touch a few of the fish with one finger, though!  photo 177eresized_zpsa2e1bff9.jpg photo 181eresized_zpsfa288de2.jpg photo 187eresized_zps3f0be7b1.jpg photo 188eresized_zpse92672d0.jpg

Oops, one jumped out of her hands!  photo 191eresized_zpsd6d8c3f8.jpg photo 195eresized_zps4189c933.jpg

Payson was happy when the girls let him hold the fish they caught.  photo 200eresized_zps8bf8278a.jpg

Eventually it was time to go back on the boat for some better fishing for Allan.  photo 219eresized_zps6d294060.jpg photo 223eresized_zpsb2c4abf8.jpg photo 230eresized_zps48aa3ba5.jpg

Do not be fooled by my ability to get my daughter to smile and laugh, she was a crankster during the entire trip!!  photo 231eresized_zps43f2fedc.jpg photo 241eresized_zps6c806652.jpg photo 248eresized_zps556c3eef.jpg

The little kids loved to take their life jacket arms off and turn their life jacket around. Defeating the purpose of the life jacket, kids.  photo 254eresized_zpse6dee3d2.jpg photo 259eresized_zps8b830b0f.jpg photo 262eresized_zpsff0407c2.jpg photo 263eresized_zps85c09fe6.jpg
The End!

My Baby Has a Wiener!

So I had another ultrasound last week and it was confirmed that our baby is a boy!  photo BABYBOY_7eresized_zpsf89e9834.jpg

I actually went to an ultrasound place in Phoenix and it took me an hour to get there! It was scorching hot when I got in the car.  photo 095eresized_zps8906231e.jpg

When the ultrasound technician (is that what they’re called??) went in search of my baby’s private parts she settled on a great view and froze the screen to take a picture. She typed out, “It’s a Girl!” and oh was that a shock! I wouldn’t just believe it (especially having seen an earlier ultrasound which fairly clearly showed a boy) but there, clear as day, were three parallel lines right where the peepee goes! Those are the tell tale girl signs, you shouldn’t go by just the lack of boy parts 😉

So I’m laying there in total shock and start crying. I’m like, I can’t believe I’m crying, I’m just so shocked because at an earlier ultrasound they were pretty sure it was a boy! And I didn’t want to say so on my blog but I was hoping for a girl. I just really, really love having girls! I adore Payson and his relationship with me is totally different (dare I say, better?) than with my girls, but I just looove girly stuff! haha

The ultrasound technician hears about this earlier ultrasound with a view of what had seemed like a penis and decides, hmm, maybe I’ll spend another fifteen minutes checking a thousand other views to make sure. I turn over from side to side, on my back, back to my side, back to my back. She takes another ten pictures. After a while the umbilical cord, which had been wrapped all around my baby’s legs, moves. And there is revealed, my baby’s penis!

The room is super quiet until the ultrasound tech says, “I’m so sorry I told you girl. There is his…”

She can’t say penis, I guess. Or wiener? She doesn’t the entire ultrasound but from several views points out “his…”

I’m experiencing major shock and confusion and huge emotional mood swings but since I thought it was a boy for the last month it’s easy to readjust back to that. I call Allan from the car to tell him that indeed, our baby is a boy. Sierra and Ember were with me. Sierra says she’s bummed because she wanted a girl. Ember, no matter how I try to tell her what’s going on, has exactly zero clue that there’s a baby joining our family this year. lol

I go home and tell Payson that we found out for sure he gets a brother! I’ve never seen him so excited in his life and I’m genuinely happy to be giving him something he’s wanted and begged for for the last few years. He talks nonstop about his brother. He hugs me every day (of course he’s always hugged me lots) but now makes sure to tell me, “Mom, I’m not hugging you right now, I’m hugging my brother.”

I spend two hours online the next day buying everything I need for baby #5. It’s a nice feeling to be ready for him this early in the pregnancy! haha

So that’s the story of finding out we’re having another son. As much as I wouldn’t mind having ten daughters, I am really excited for a boy. I’ve never had one tiny speck of doubt that I’ll adore/love/worship my baby (haha, I get so involved with my babies that my entire life revolves around them!) no matter what gender, but the longer I go knowing it’s a boy the more things that are better about having sons start to come to mind. I’d share specifics but, I’m sure I’ll get nasty comments about the generalizations I’m making 😉

I’ll end this post with a couple more pictures of my baby’s privates. Because isn’t that exciting? No, not really, but I did want to share the image of what we thought were girl parts! (This wasn’t the good view of the three parallel lines but the only picture the woman included on my CD)  photo BABYBOY_5resized_zpsd957d26f.jpg

This was another angle with what looks like a wiener.  photo BABYBOY_13resized_zps08db0677.jpg

This next one was the first glimpse we got after the umbilical cord finally moved.  photo BABYBOY_6resized_zps0995c1e0.jpg

And here was the “winner” shot we got at the end and was at the beginning of this post!  photo BABYBOY_7eresized_zpsf89e9834.jpg

A Few Random Shots from the Evening

Ember loves to change her clothes and put shoes on all throughout the day. This day she wanted to wear socks but also wanted to wear her sandals. So she wore both.  photo 073eresized_zps6ce9765e.jpg

Payson playing Super Mario World.  photo 084eresized_zpse30f8e3b.jpg

The boy would play every waking minute if I let him. Sometimes I do. He also talks the whole time he plays and wants me to stop whatever I’m doing to look at his game every ten seconds. His very favorite is when I sit down and play a two player game with him!  photo 086eresized_zps4b6a3b58.jpg

Ember is never far from mom.  photo 089eresizezd_zps7d79aea6.jpg

Point and Shoot

I’m still breastfeeding Ember. I’m still wishing I wasn’t. She’s still probably wishing she can breastfeed until she goes to kindergarten 😛  photo 001eresized_zps4eed19c8.jpg

He comes up to me and says, “I am Batman.”  photo 026eresized_zps7c162176.jpg

Typical little boy, makes sure to regularly check that his junk is all still there.
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She got new glasses and felt pretty snazzy.  photo 001eresized_zps49a9635a.jpg photo 002eresized_zpsab8f857c.jpg photo 008eresized_zps069c23e3.jpg photo 009eresized_zps5fc1676f.jpg

That Was Not a Fun Doctor Appointment

I had an OBGYN checkup today. I’ve been dreading it since I had my last appointment since I knew I’d have all four kids with me. All four kids with me= not fun.

The kids were horrendous today. They were so loud in the waiting room. Every time I told them to be quiet they’d laugh hysterically, as if possessed by a jovial Satan, and look at each other with expressions that can be described as, “Isn’t this funny that we’re doing the opposite of what mom just said to do?!”

At one point in the waiting room they were so annoying that I seperated them across the entire room. One kid by the front door, one kid by me, one kid in the middle row of chairs, the last kid on a chair against the opposite wall.
Suddenly it was quiet. And I wasn’t the one with too many kids causing all the noise and chaos in the room for that blissful minute.

Until Brooklyn started whining like a two year old about wanting to sit by me. She must’ve said, “Moooooom, I want to sit by youuuuu.” at least five or six times before I told her she’d get a bowl of cheerios for lunch if she didn’t shut her mouth. Keep in mind she was calling this, in a horribly bratty voice, from across the room!

Brooklyn’s disregard for my demand for quiet was more than enough permission for Payson to start in from his chair, “Mom, I don’t want to sit here, either. Moooooom, I want to sit by you. Mooooooom, I want to move.”

And Sierra was no angel, she was the one constantly getting off her chair and walking all around the room like she couldn’t figure out where she was supposed to be. Like the last thing on earth she could do was stay in the seat I’d told her to sit in. So she’d flit from sibling’s chair to other sibling’s chair causing noisy conversations and laughter, and fighting. And each time I’d tell her to sit down she’d smile as if it was a funny little accident that she’d gotten up from her chair again.

And Ember was busy laughing at all her siblings’ antics and playing with multiple magazines and climbing on and off, on and off, on and off, on and off, of mommy. And diving off mom’s lap and then giggling like crazy when mom caught her last minute. Not a fun game, by the way. And then she finally sat quietly on my lap but then was yanking on my hair or putting my hair over my face or over my head and generally just annoying the hell out of me and hurting my scalp!

Finally, 35 minutes later, we were called back. I thought this would be a relief, I thought wrong. They made quite the spectacle marching noisily down the hall. They never walk in a straight line or in an orderly fashion, either. Their favorite would be to walk all spread apart to take up as much space as humanly possible by their four bodies.

I get weighed (which is always a blast, not) and head into exam room 3. I think I’m super happy to be in there because there’s a large cushioned bench with more than enough room for four kids.
This is stupid thinking because sitting next to each other the kids are noisier than ever before! And they fight, talk, and squeal while I’m getting my blood pressure taken and I can’t barely hear what the nurse is asking me.

Finally she leaves and boy do I feel like yelling at those kids. But, yeah, that’s not going to happen so instead I tell them to stop.talking.now.

Brooklyn immediately, immediately, points out the vagina diagram on the wall and says, “THERE’S THE BUTTHOLE!!” And starts laughing like an insane person and rolling around on the bench.

*laughing* “BUTTHOLE!!” *laughing* “There’s a BUTTHOLE!!”

Sierra is cracking the heck up and Payson has joined in pointing and screeching, “BUTTHOLE! There’s a BUTTHOLE!!”

I glare at them and tell them to stop it, but they’re up off the bench crowded around the image to point out the butthole. “Here’s the butthole!! There it is, there are the butt cheeks and THERE is the butthole!!”

“STOP.RIGHT.NOW.AND.SIT.DOWN!” I’ve said it through gritted teeth with the most threatening look I have and as they’re walking back to the bench, knowing my children as well as I do, I tell them, “If you say butthole one more time, if you laugh or even smile at each other, you will spend the rest of the day in your room when we get home.”

The talk about buttholes finally ends.

The doctor comes in and asks me how I’m doing. “Freaking awful. Moody, hot, and pissed.” Is the correct answer but the answer I give, as the question is about the pregnancy, is, “I’m feeling great.”

He talks to me about important stuff. The kids, knowing I’m preoccupied with the doctor, start acting up again. Payson and Ember are climbing on and off the bench and on and off the exam table that I’m sitting on, Payson occasionally comes up and bear hugs me, choosing to shove his face into my crotch, my belly, and then my boobs, because he’s a weirdo. I peel him off of me, still trying to have a conversation with my doctor, and he chooses to settle with clinging to my leg like a monkey, sitting on my foot and bouncing up and down.

Finally the wretched appointment is over.

After the appointment we head to Costco because I’m so hungry I could throw up (hadn’t eaten breakfast) and we’re 40 minutes from home. And I have to pee again. But my empty gas tank light goes on so I stop to get gas. This is not important except that the second I get out of the car and shut my door I hear Brooklyn start screeching as loud as she can. I really need to record these noises sometime because they are just ridiculous. The best way I can describe them is that they’re very similar to that scene in Dumb and Dumber where Jim Carrey’s character, Lloyd, says, “Wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world?” And then does a really annoying sound! That’s Brooklyn. It’s weird.

I text Allan something about how I can hear her screaming in the car (for fun, not because she’s upset) and how I know when I get back in, if I asked her why she was screaming, she’d deny it was her and continue denying it until her last breath.

I finish getting gas and get in the car and casually say, “Someone was pretty loud when I was out there.”

Brooklyn gets an expression on her face that she always gets on her face when caught doing something bad and is about to lie about it, “Huh? Someone yelled?” She says confused and casual.

Sierra says, “That’d be Brooklyn.”

Brooklyn looks majorly insulted, “What! No I DIDN’T!! I didn’t make a single sound!”

I don’t say anything. I pull into a parking spot to text Allan really quick. I was texting him about my next doctor appointment (and telling him he had to stay home with the kids for it!) but Brooklyn, probably thinking I was telling him about the screaming, says, “I did NOT scream, mom! I DIDN’T!” And then when I mutter, “oh” (I was still texting) she continues, “Well, if I did scream it was Ember’s fault!”

So I start driving and we get to Costco and eat. Then, I want to go to Barnes and Noble since it’s really close to the doctor and Costco (and both are really far from my house) because I’m so bored this summer I really want to buy some books to read.

Brooklyn asks me for about a hundred different things in the store and acts like she’s seriously shocked and really upset and offended when I say no.

Payson has to go poop. He has diarrhea (very normal for him) and the toilet paper in the bathroom not only is the thinnest toilet paper I’ve ever seen (literally) but it also is on a roll that is impossible to turn. I have to use my fingers to push the toilet paper, millimeter by millimeter, off the roll. I’m sure you all know what I’m talking about!! Not to mention, Payson absolutely refuses to wipe his own butt. I tell him all the time that I do not like wiping him and he’s old enough to wipe himself and doesn’t he know that come September he’s going to be in school and I won’t be there to wipe it?! But he just absolutely refuses! He’d sit on the toilet all day rather than attempt to wipe. I don’t get it. But, I do understand it’s difficult when you have really awful intestinal problems, to get clean enough.

So we shop a bit more, I find a baby names book and when the kids gather to play with the train table I sit down to flip through (debating to buy because I have like ZERO boy names I like) and Brooklyn comes up to me and starts jabbering on and on. I tell her, “We can talk later, I’m trying to see if this is a good book.” She huffs about nobody ever listening to her and flops down on a chair to pout.

Then Ember poops in her diaper.
Brooklyn spends the next two minutes (as we walk to the front of the store and pay) saying in her loudest voice, “Oh my gosh Ember’s poop smells SO BAD! YUCK! That smells SO bad! Oh my gosh Ember STINKS!” I tell her I know it does and to stop talking about it because people through the whole store can hear her. She continues nonstop. On and on about the poop. I finally tell her to go stand by the front door of the store where some kid books are (about fifteen feet from where I’m standing) because she’s driving me nuts! She says no! I say, get your butt over there NOW.

I pay for a book and go to the car to change Ember. Except the other day Allan cleaned out my car and decided to take all the things I have in my car (and need) like the stroller, my pack of wipes, etc… out of the car. I friggin’ HATE when he does that. Just leave my car dirty, I don’t care! He practically never uses my car, why does he care?! But he does, he cares a whooooole lot. So, I have to then drive to a store just to buy wipes. Which maybe to anyone else doesn’t seem like a big deal but when you have to make an extra stop here in suck-butt Arizona it means:

-Go to the car.
-Put toddler in car, buckle 5 year old and toddler (it’s 105 degrees out btw)
-Get in the car. Almost die from the temperature in the car. Which is probably 140 degrees.
-Blast the air conditioning. Currently it feels like air that came from the inside of a volcano. Ten minutes from now it’ll get cool.
-Drive ten minutes.
-Just as the air conditioning finally turns cool, but still as you’re covered in sweat from walking through the parking lot of the last store, climb out of the car, get the kids out of the car.
-Try to keep the kids from getting hit as they walk zig zags through the parking lot as if they have no idea that a car might barrel down the parking lot and hit them. Despite their mother telling them literally every time they are in a parking lot.
-Make it to the store. Shop.
-Back through the parking lot, the asphalt temperature is so hot that your feet (if in sandals) and legs feel like they are actually on fire.
-Car, once again about 140 degrees inside.

Every little trip, every little stop during errands, is just getting reheated, covered in sweat, and dealing with an additional minimum twenty extra minutes of heat! When one is dragging along four kids who are uncooperative, it is torture.

In Sprouts (which was the nearest store and where I stopped for wipes) Ember screams bloody murder over me attempting to make her walk by herself because the tiles, oh the TILES!! They might swallow her up, you know!

So I get to carry her, smooshing her poop-filled diaper against her, and me, and bringing her up closer to adult noses. It’s fun walking through the store, trying desperately to hurry along the three other children who would like to stop, look at, and ask for every single thing they see, while carrying a poopy toddler. And my uterus is starting to ache when I hold Ember and it’s putting more pressure on my pelvis, which has decided this week that all the weight of my growing belly is too much for it and it’s just going to break apart and hurt for the next 4 months.

After dealing with a super whiny Brooklyn over not getting a $2 pack of baby applesauce, I make my way to the checkout line. I put Ember down (usually the tile by the checkout line isn’t as scary to her?) to pay, hoping the smell of her reeking diaper wouldn’t hit the people in line quite as hard. She has a complete meltdown over this. But I’m adamant about not picking her up now. The smell isn’t quite as bad when she’s on the ground vs. up in my arms. And it takes me all of thirty second to pay for two items. (I had grabbed her a cheap pack of applesauce to hopefully stop her crying in the store, which is what initiated Brooklyn’s begging for the more-than-doubly-expensive baby applesauce)

I change her in the back of my car. It’s so freaking hot out and Ember is crying. I give her the applesauce which makes her cry more? I change her super quick and pick her up to put her skirt back on. In the process of being picked up she squeezes her applesauce pack. It hits me on the front of my shirt. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was only apples but it was actually a cherry apple package. Luckily we’re totally done and can go home forever so the spot on my shirt doesn’t matter.

So, that’s the story of my horrible day so far. And here are the pictures:
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This is just after I’d told them to stop talking about buttholes.  photo 015eresized_zps9134692c.jpg photo 022eresized_zps73350732.jpg photo 024eresized_zps04407064.jpg photo 027e2resized_zps83aa2299.jpg photo 030eresized_zps474d83fb.jpg

Fighting Monotony

Yesterday morning Sierra had a follow up dentist appointment. Three years ago she had a cavity filled and since then her tooth has grown up and out of her gums enough to show the edge of that filling and it was really rough. They filed it down and then put a tiny bit of filling on the bottom to make sure it was strong and smooth. It took maybe 10 minutes top and I was a teensy bit annoyed that they didn’t just go ahead and do that last week when we were there. Mostly because it’s a 35-40 minute drive and it was 108 degrees yesterday before we got home.

After the dentist we stopped at WalMart for toilet paper. While in WalMart we got some cheap new clothes for the kids for summer. They’re super “low” on summer clothes since I was too cheap to buy enough at the beginning of summer. I bought the older girls each two new outfits. I didn’t buy the little kids clothes since they do have enough.

Over in the girls’ section I spotted some cute, cheap earring sets and necklaces. I grabbed a couple for the girls since they are really into accessories lately. Sierra was talking about how much she wished she could wear earrings. As we walked toward the check out line I spotted the ear piercing area and asked Sierra if she wanted her ears pierced again. She excitedly squealed yes. I must’ve asked her if she was sure like three times! It only cost $15 and was a great experience. She is in love with her new earrings.  photo 042eresized_zps4c653e75.jpg photo 059eresized_zps44fac02f.jpg

When we got home they hurried to change into the new outfits they picked out. They felt pretty fancy in their hello kitty clothes.
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Video.

PS. If my kids don’t stop talking to me I might go ahead and up and leave this family for greener pastures! OH.MY.GOSH!!!! SHUT UP KIDS!!! It is NOT necessary to share EVERY SINGLE LAST THOUGHT that enters your mind during the day!! SOMETIMES a mother would like ONE minute of her day without someone talking to her asfastastheycan about nothing. SERIOUSLY. FREAKING HECK.

It is 8:15pm and I have been with them (well for THREE straight weeks without a SINGLE second without them) for 14 hours straight and there has been someone talking NONSTOP for EVERY second of that. I told them three minutes ago we were having NO TALKING TIME until further notice and they LITERALLY have come into the room I’m in at LEAST ten times to tell me something. And every time I say, “NO TALKING TIME!”

Seriously, one could go freaking nuts from the relentless noise.

It All Comes Crashing Down, Emotionally

And I don’t share any of it here, I just vague post about this moody week I’m having because as much as I need to talk about it, no one really understands and most people make me angry with their response. So instead I’ll just say, this week sucks and I want it to be over.

This week is beyond hot. It was 109 degrees today and my house felt like an oven despite spending $400 a month on keeping the A/C at 74 degrees. Does that sound insane to anyone else?? I’m sick of standing over the stove cooking and then standing over the sick for an hour doing dishes. I switched to paper plates and cups today and have zero plans on switching back anytime soon.

Today was assemble your own sandwich day, too. My older girls are crazy weirdos and don’t like any condiments on their sandwiches so really all they did was put their meat and cheese on their bread. Gross if you ask me. But they love it and they oddly love doing that one step. ha, works for me too, girls! (Payson didn’t have bread because of his allergies, Ember didn’t have bread because she’s always hated it!)  photo 002eresized_zpsbff5d4e4.jpg

I told them if they liked their lunch to give a thumbs up.  photo 006eresized_zps57599ca6.jpg photo 009eresized_zpsbea04c21.jpg

A good time to point out that if Ember is ever pointing her finger in a picture it’s because she can’t do a thumbs up and thinks that this is exactly right. haha  photo 012eresized_zps98281900.jpg

I took Brooklyn to her friend’s house today. While she was getting her toys ready, she always brings a backpack of toys with her, Ember saw and ran for her own backpack of toys. That was cute!
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And Brooklyn turned to show her backpack full of stuff to the camera and when Ember saw that she turned to be just like her big sister. So cute!
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Payson Turns 5!!

Well actually he turns five in three days but we had the celebration this last weekend since next weekend wouldn’t work.

I didn’t tell Payson it wasn’t his actual birthday. He wouldn’t have liked to celebrate his birthday on a different day. Last year or the year before we let him know it wasn’t his actual birthday but that we were celebrating it on a different day so grandma and grandpa could make it and it bothered him a lot! So I straight up lied to him and said it was his birthday and he was five now. haha
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Allan and I decided, probably back when we had only Brooklyn, that we would only do family birthday parties, no friends. It’s simple and more intimate and works for us.  photo 037eresized_zps1494da22.jpg photo 039eresized_zps1e687a96.jpg

We played pin the mustache on the Mario at one point. That was hilarious. Sierra went first and stuck her mustache on Yoshi instead and we were all giggling and thought that was an awesome surprise. Sierra started crying, poor thing. I let her go again later. But the best part was Brooklyn laughed really hard at Sierra putting the mustache on Yoshi instead of Mario and then when it was Brooklyn’s turn she put the mustache on Yoshi and she was pretty upset, she threw the blindfold at Sierra when Sierra laughed about it.  photo 043eresized_zps69602f3f.jpg photo 048eresized_zps56342a94.jpg photo 054eresized_zps41c3ccfe.jpg photo 060eresized_zps7c8dc1f2.jpg photo 067eresized_zps3fe55bca.jpg photo 068eresized_zpsf4cf0703.jpg

I bought a bunch of cheap party games at WalMart. I had a prize basket and the kids had a blast playing the games. One of the games was this alligator and his nose is up in the air and the kids had to toss rings onto his nose. After the games grandpa and Sierra were copying the alligator’s “snooty” expression. They came into the kitchen as I was setting up lunch and said, “Do we look snooty?” And I laughed and then followed them into the playroom to get a picture! Today looking through these pictures the kids like these of grandpa and Sierra the best. They laugh every time they see them.
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Brooklyn thought it was funny and wanted a picture, too.  photo 077eresized_zps35b8a06b.jpg

I took Payson outside for one minute to snap some pictures of him. He let me take three and then ran back toward the house.
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Then it was time for cake. Payson actually picked out cheesecake and a chocolate cream pie. lol. I scraped off the crust on his pieces. I had my camera ready to record while we sang to him and he blew out his candles. It was adorable, his reaction to the cake and him making a wish (for a puppy) and blowing out the candles. And then I went to turn my camera off and realized I hadn’t recorded any of it. Sad.  photo 115eresized_zpsd11d0cd4.jpg
I think it was a good birthday. Payson thinks it was the best birthday ever. And I can believe I’ve had this boy for 5 years but still can’t believe he’s five years old. If that makes any sense. haha

Payson’s 5th Birthday Preparations

Payson wanted a Super Mario World birthday. There are NO supplies with that theme in any store here. I decided to just draw everything instead. He was pretty happy about that idea so yay. And I think in total I spent less than $10 on everything. Oh no, wait, I spent $14 on balloons!!! I usually get a couple balloons from the dollar store but they were out of helium so I had to go to Party City at the last minute and holeeeee crap they charge a boatload!! $2 per balloon! And then $4 for the balloon weight. UGH. I only bought it because Payson’s favorite color has been red for the past 3 years and I’m pretty sure next year will be the same so I’ll reuse that balloon weight in the future. Maybe I’m cheap but it was painful paying $14 for balloons. I’m still shaking my head.  photo 003eresized_zps65b3a3d5.jpg

The kids loved watching me draw everything, tape everything, set up everything.  photo 012eresized_zps7a79176e.jpg

How cute is it that Payson ran over and hugged me while I was working? He was soooo excited!! photo 013eresized_zpseca61803.jpg

I drew a Mario but stupidly colored his face with an orange marker. It looked horrible! I decided to redraw him and use a peach crayon for his face. Luckily I like to draw so it wasn’t a big deal.  photo 033eresized_zpsd508a778.jpg

Ready for a birthday boy!  photo 045eresized_zps3343ce53.jpg