It’s Father’s Day!

For the last few years, I’ve taken individual pictures of the boys holding a letter such that it spells out “DAD”.  Now that we have 4, I’ve expanded it to DADDY.  The pictures are printed individually and put into a collage-type frame that he has, but I’ve combined them here just so that I can remember them:








1 year as a SAHM

Today’s my “SAHM”-anniversary.  I’m sure Hallmark has a card for that, right?  It’s been a good, hard year.  In some ways, it was a big adjustment.  After all, I added a 4th kid into the mix just a couple of weeks of leaving my job.  In other ways, it wasn’t that big of a leap because well, they’re my kids.

I realize now how different the time that I used to spend with my kids is from how I spend time with them now.

Before, I worked full time, just giving me evenings and weekends with them.  But a year before that, I was just part-time and I worked mornings.  BUT…my kids napped a good chunk of the afternoons, so I wasn’t spending much more active time with them than if I was working full-time.  (The oldest was starting to drop his nap as I moved from part-time to full-time).

Before, I didn’t have to feed them lunch — my sister (as my babysitter) did or the daycare did.  Believe me, having to plan for lunch threw me for a loop for a bit!

Before (especially the year they were in daycare), my house stayed clean during the weekdays.  Now? We spend our days cleaning it.  Cause we keep making it dirty!  As you’d expect, when people are in a house, it gets used.

There are things that have been really good:

  • Getting a handle on Finn’s food sensitivity issues.  We’re not out of the woods yet, but we’re WAYYYY farther along than we had been.
  • Being able to take Finn to pre-school.
  • Letting my kids nap when they want/need to instead of pushing a schedule.  I’m still a big “babies do better on a routine” gal, but the daycare environment just didn’t suit me as far as that was concerned.
  • Seeing what areas we still need to work on (aka: being out in public).

There are things that have been really hard:

  • Similar to what I realized my first year of marriage (with Jeff at that time), they (the kids) don’t go home.  They’re already home.  That means that I’m actively with the same group of people from like 5:45 AM to 7:30 PM.  That’s a long time.  When Jeff gets home, I jump at a little break.
  • Figuring out the food sensitivity issues.  It’s a hard thing to do because it can take 3 days before something shows up and you have to be very disciplined.  Me and food aren’t known for our great discipline with each other.


This isn’t a complete list, obviously.  But I’ve realized that if I wait until I have the time or energy or desire even to document all the things in my head, it just won’t ever get done!


Did you know that carseats expire?  Oh yes, they do.  #thingsyoulearnwhenyou’reamom

Well, our infant carrier just expired and we moved baby Ben up to a non-infant seat one this weekend, so our infant carrier is officially retired.

Goodbye old friend.  You served us well with all 4 of our babies!


From left to right, top to bottom: Finn (Phinehas), Stephen, Sam (Samuel), Ben (Benjamin)

1) I’m kicking myself (not really) for not getting a picture of Stephen in his carseat as we left the hospital. I thought I had everyone.

2) Sam isn’t in his official “going home” outfit as he soiled it quite thoroughly right before leaving. He’s got his hat though.

3) I see now how itty bitty my babies are — I think I found out later that Finn was technically too small for the carseat as he came home at 5 lbs, 1 ounce.


Finn graduated from Preschool!  (Which is a strange thing to write – since when did preschools have graduation?  I don’t think I had one?)

Anyway, they just had a little program where the kids walked up in their little graduation hat and tassel and hugged their teacher.  They sang some songs before and after and that was it.  Short and sweet.  He was beyond fascinated with his tassel – kept touching it during the program.  The tassel of the kid next to him kept falling off, so Finn helped him put it back on his hat a couple of times.  It was cute.

We went home and had brownie sundaes in our pajamas.

Anyway, I was the mom who forgot to take good pictures of him with his teacher or at his program.  So I had him “re-enact” it a couple of days later in front of the fireplace with his hat and tassel.  He humored me!




Ben is 11 months old!  Growing well.  Sleeping horribly.  (Well, compared to my other kids)!

His scrapbook page:


A recent picture:

(With Jeff’s mom — Ben’s Granny)


Finn’s 5!

A couple of weeks ago, Finn turned 5!  {Insert comment here about how fast its all going…}

He’s really starting to grow up – his personality is showing itself more and more every day. He’s a great storyteller – both of true things that have happened AND of things that could be, like what things we should invent.  He has a great idea for how carseats should just be bubbles that attach to seats – you put the child in there, but you don’t have to buckle them, they’re just already safe.  That’d be great for me!

He’s a wonderful big brother.  Usually.  He’s often looking out for what needs his brothers may have.

He’s all about numbers these days. Adding numbers together.  Counting things.  Figuring out the differences.  He kind of likes letters, but not nearly as much as his numbers.  His preschool teacher says he’s one of the few students in his class who plays with their math games, by choice.

He’s a ball of energy.  Having at least one little brother (I’m looking at you Stephen!) to always rumble with doesn’t help, but he’s almost always on the go.  He does focus well on tasks when he needs/wants to, but the energy is there!  He’s doing really well with the diet restrictions we’ve been trying (both in terms of being agreeable to them AND responding well to them).

He’s our Finn!





Easter 2017

I kind of forgot that it’s a thing to buy Easter clothes.  So I didn’t.  But I did manage to put them all in jeans.  That’s gotta count for something, right?  Probably not.  Ain’t no shame in my game though.

Here are my boys though!