Monday, July 11, 2011

SUMMER!

I'm bored so I'm lurking on people's blogs... and no one is posting!  Come on, I need some entertainment.  No more tv shows to watch... I finished my book (Gone With the Wind... again... loved it still).  So, I guess it's been a while since I posted. So, here's my update.


Sam went on father's and son's.  He looks forward to this EVERY YEAR!  It's a highlight for him. Especially camping out in the gray van. Our little girl's weekend was thwarted because Kate got sick.  Oh well. He also finished 1st grade.  Can you believe that?  I remember finishing 1st grade and onto 2nd.  He's getting so old. His childhood is slipping away from me.  He danced in his dance program.  He danced to "Put on a Happy Face"   Saturday was a blur because Sam broke his arm on Saturday.  We go tomorrow to get his cast on.  Our summer plans of swimming are on hold.  What to do with a one armed kid?  AND and infant... movie theaters are out.  Ug.  See, my bad mood.


Kate graduated from preschool.  She did super cute in her little program.  She's excited to start kindergarten in the fall. Me, not so excited. I will miss her.  She's been my little pal for a while now.  I asked her if she'd stay home with me and she said I had Camille to stay home with me.  Kids change forever once they go to kindergarten.


Camille.  My cute little Camille has turned into a stinky sleeper.  She's up every 2-3 hours.  (She was giving me 5-6 hrs. at one point).  Her naps are awful, 20-30 min, where I'm anxiety ridden and have resorted to telling the kids to go downstairs to not wake her up... but she does anyway.  Daddy keeps on threatening to let her cry it out. I keep on whispering to her that he means it.  One night I went out and he let her.  She cried for 45 minutes.  When she finally stopped, he heard crying and went to see... it was Sam. Crying for Camille, because Daddy wouldn't take care of her.  He's so tenderhearted.  We haven't done it since, but if she doesn't shape up, we may have to. I'm dreading it.  I'm stressing about it. I'm losing my hair over it.  
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So, I got on this after forever and noticed my last post was just saved... and not posted.  So, here's my update now that over a month of summer is GONE!  Holy cow. It's slipping away.  So, here's what we've done since my post a month ago (even though it looks like I posted today).

Sam:  The cast was waterproof. Can you believe it?  How neat.  So, he was able to get it wet and everything, so it didn't hamper our plans at all.  And now he has it off.

Kate:   One Sunday Michael and I worked and worked with her to try to teach her how to ride her bike.  She just wasn't getting it.  We told her we'd have to try another day when she just got too frustrated and threw her bike down (a big no no).  The next day as I was making the kids list of chores to do she told me she wanted me to put "ride a 2 wheeler" on her list of jobs. I told her that I would put "practice" on her list, and she could do it once her jobs were done. The kids kept on asking me to come out and I told them as soon as I finished mopping my floor, my job, I'd come out.  When I came out... she was riding it!  That day we went down to eat lunch with daddy.. and I put the bike in the van so that when he came out of his work when we picked him up, she came out from behind the van riding it to him.  She thought it would be a great surprise.

She and Sam moved into the basement so we could tackle the upstairs (painting and recarpeting) and I. Am. Loving. It.  Bedtimes were such a stress and the giggling and talking right next to Camille's room about drove us crazy.  Now... they can giggle and talk all they want. We don't hear it. It doesn't wake up the baby... and the best part: They sleep in. Until almost 8.  Yay!  After the newness wore off after a couple of days sleeping downstairs without a problem, they pulled the "I'm scared and want to move back upstairs" but they are never coming back upstairs. Ever.

Camille:  My cute cute Camille. I warned her.  I told her we'd have to let her cry.  Just be nice and go to sleep without the fight.  But we ended up letting her cry it out. It broke my heart (at least this time Sam and Kate were in the basement so they didn't hear it).  But here's the thing.  She sleeps so much better now.  Even her naps.  She's happier. I'm happier.  She doesn't sleep through the night yet, but she's only 5 months old. But she goes down without crying, and sleeps longer and her naps are better.  She's also "talking" so much  and babbling and rolling around and sitting up.  I love this stage. She's so cute. 

So, summer is slipping away. We've been to a family reunion in Bear Lake. The kids loved it and want to go back.  We also went to the zoo...  I can't think of anything else.

Ok, my pics are on my other computer so you'll have to wait to see pictures.  And post already so you don't have to read my bored ramblings!

3 comments:

Jenny and the Boys said...

I love your blog, I do the same thing and can't wait until someone blogs so I should probably do it more often. I'm looking forward to pictures!!

Rachel H. said...

takes too much effort to upload the pictures on the laptop, since my computer died back in Feb, long about the time I got sick. I am thinking it may be time to get me a new hard drive. Enjoyed your post, made me miss you! I'm sad I won't be heading up to utah next month, I'm gonna skip the family reunion this year what with the alien that has taken over my body. But I will miss our annual visit. Call me anytime when michael is working late and you need to chat!

Chelle said...

I love how you tried to warn Camille about the crying it out thing. It's sad when we can't even get our babies to listen to us :) I had no problems letting each of my kids cry it out. I'm just heartless that way.

Love the basement idea. Life improved for all of us when we sent Brita to that same fate.

I'm impressed with how quickly Kate learned how to ride her bike! It took weeks of consistent practice and patience for us to teach our girls. If Meg doesn't pick it up fast like Katelyn, she just may never get the opportunity to learn because I don't think I'm up for that kind of torture again.