Testosterone Overload...with a touch of PINK!: Kian

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Paint, Pustules and Prayer

I've been under the false impression that in order to make blogging worth it, each and every post had to be some sort of literary masterpiece. Since I'm not in the frame of mind for such dabblings (or babblings) I have instead chosen NOT to blog much.

I guess I forgot that this blog was originally put together so that our families and close friends could enjoy the doings and going ons of our growing family and as a sorts of "family journal".

For those of you who are neither family nor "close" friends, keep that thought in mind as today I "dazzle" you with two very boring updates (that only a mother could love) and one rather silly story.

First, I finally took the plunge and painted our living room.

I've been itching to do it since the day we moved in but was delayed by actually closing on the house, and then a miscarriage, and then life as it generally is. At the beginning of the summer I didn't quite make it to Home Depot's memorial day paint sale. I was rather disappointed. Now I would have to pay full price for paint because there was NO way I was going to wait until Labor day for their next paint sale. Fast forward several months. Let's just say I have a rebate coming in the mail.

Here is a before shot (which I remembered to do only after I had taped off):

and the afters (gives a whole new meaning to accent wall, yes?):

Now I'm sure most people would have waited to take after shots until they had cleaned up, put the furniture back, and re-decorated. Not me. Because I have only accomplished the first two. Still working on the putting things back on the walls. Give me a break. It's only been a couple of weeks now. :)

On another note the dreaded hand, foot and mouth disease has come to visit us.

Kian's poor face. If you think this looks bad you should see his sad bottom. I did restrain from taking a picture of it and posting it here. That would just be bad on several levels but you can take my word for it. It's SO SAD!

Looking back, I seem to recall when Gabe had it, and again when Cael did, their cases were very similar to Kians. My kids have gotten off fairly easy. I've seen pictures online. This is nothing.

As you can see he's as happy as can be. No worse for the ware.

Which is where the funny story comes in.

Yesterday as we were sitting down to dinner it was my turn to pray. I began with several things we were grateful for, one of which being the ease our children had seen throughout this particular sickness (Gabe also got a fever and sore throat...no spots) and thanked Heavenly Father that Kian was so happy despite the discomfort and pain he must be in. I tried to go on but Kian, who had obviously been actually listening to the words of the prayer (which caught me completely by surprise...I mean he's only 2), so rudely interrupts my prayer, by yelling out, "I NOT HAPPY!!!!!", in his loudest, grumpiest voice ever.

A few snickers here and there from the older boys but I shrugged it off and tried to continue.

Again, "I NOT HAPPY." (snicker, snicker in the background)

I look at Rob, who was obviously waiting for my cue. I seized the moment, setting aside my usual "must set an exceptional example" way of thinking and burst out laughing. That set Rob off and soon we were all laughing loud and clear. Except Kian....who was still yelling, "I NOT HAPPY."

After a few seconds of truly delightful lightheartedness (of which we do NOT see a lot of), I quieted things down and quickly finished the prayer.

Our night continued as usual, except with an air of contentedness we hadn't felt around here in a long time. It was awesome!

So, I thank you, Mr. Golden Locks for adding a bit of lightness into our lives. You truly are a blessing from God. The glue that has bound our broken family back together.

I love you dearly....

even if the sight of you kinda grosses me out right now. :)

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Kia's ONE!

It's crazy to think that the last year has flown by so fast. It amazes me that Kian is one.

He's an adorable little boy with lots of spunk and personality. Whether or not he wants to display it, now that is the question. He is generally pretty quiet and enjoys toddling after his brothers, looking at books and playing with cars.

He has always enjoyed jabbering (at the dinner table mostly) and was the earliest of my boys to start walking (11 1/2 months). He says a few distinguishable words and knows an animal sound or two.

He can say:

* "Dada"

* "MAAAAAM" (not a cute, quiet, or sweet "mama" from this boy). Think of the most annoyingly cute way your child could yell MOM and that would be pretty close to the way Kian calls me.

* "GAAAAAAAABE" (also said with the same type of inflection as "maaaaaaam"). Apparently he has heard me call loudly for Gabe too many times.

* "nigh nigh" ("night night") while he waves.

* "bye bye" (sort of)

* Jesus (just started working on that one)

* He also knows the duck says "quack quack"

He loves his brothers to pieces (when they are not tormenting him) and they love him as well.

When I was pregnant I prayed that Kian would be the binding glue our family so desperately needed and he has been just that. Everyone loves him very much and he loves us all in return. His birth/his life has been a great catalyst for some much needed family healing.

On to the BIG day....

His party was very low key (Rob and the older three had just gotten home from their weekend trip to Spokane). We sang "Happy Birthday" (with help from family on Skype), he tried to blow out his candle and was successful with a bit of help from his BIGGEST bro Gabe, and dug in to his cake (for a few seconds at least). It was fun.