Holy Cake Batman!

Cael celebrated his fifth birthday over....well, over the ENTIRE weekend...THE LUCKY BOY!

It all started on Saturday (Jan 22nd) with his very first "friend" party. He invited his bestest buddies Jonas and Jackson for a day at the bowling alley.

(Issac and Jonas were having so much fun together. This is them having a wrestling match)

We headed home for some super tasty (and super EASY) "army guy" cake (idea courtesy of FamilyFun.com)

and opened presents.

He had a blast.

It's very interesting the way a car full of 4-5 year old boys behave. VERY INTERESTING!

Sunday evening Grandma and Grandpa Gillespie, Aunt Carrie, Uncle Brett, and all the Larsen cousins came over to celebrate with Cael.

MORE cake....MORE ice cream...MORE fun!

Cake #2

Getting together with the Larsen cousins is always a lot of fun. With their 4 boys and our 4 boys a wrestling match is bound to break out. DOG PILE! (luckily the 2 babies stayed out of it).

Monday (the 24th) was Cael's actual birthday.

I CAN'T believe he is 5 YEARS OLD!

Some of our birthday traditions....

**This one was actually new this year. The kids have a really fun time doing it...it think it's a keeper.

(plain white shirt...washable markers...totally fun...totally washed out)

**They get to choose what they want for all 3 meals (within reason). He chose cinnamon rolls and bacon for breakfast (UGH! NOT MORE SWEETS..I totally didn't eat ANY), meatballs for lunch (he LOVES his meatballs), and a HAPPY Meal from McDonalds for dinner (along with a romp in the "biggest play place EVER").

**We set a timer and count down to the actual time they were born (Cael--1:25PM). This time we even had noise makers, and yelled out "happy birthday". I even started to sing "Happy Birthday" and Cael said "No mom...you cant sing that unless you blow out the candles!" :)

**And they choose dessert of course (because we were all "caked out" he agreed to root beer floats with the leftover ice cream).

As you can see Cael REALLY enjoyed his birthday presents from Rob and I. The expression on his face is priceless!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAEL!

You are such a sweet boy. Your quick (and gorgeous) smile lights up your whole face and brings joy to my heart. You are such a funny boy and make everyone around you laugh. We LOVE YOU!

What is it about my aura that says "twins"?

I met a woman at the park yesterday while there with 3 of my boys.



She was there with her adorable, two year old, twin girls.



As the kids were playing we got talking about our children (as most women do) at it came out that I have 4...not 3 boys. It took her a few minutes to recover from her shock. Truly.



I told her about Rob's "prophetic" prediction...that we would have 4 boys and one girl. She seemed a bit stunned by that too but the conversation continued. Laughing I told her of Rob's amendment to his previous prediction....that, yes, we would have four boys but he now thought we would have one "girl pregnancy" but that there would be two babies ("Wouldn't that be so cute," Rob says the day he amended early prediction (which just happened to be THE DAY OF MY ULTRASOUND WITH KIAN...like can we not get through one pregnancy before we start planning the next)).



Anyway... The look on this ladies face was priceless. She gasped, "Oh my gosh....I was just going to say that." She said she "knew it" just as soon as I told her that "back when we were dating my husband said we would have four boys and one girl." She thought "No, she is going to have twin girls."



Over and over she kept saying, "I was just going to say that."



All I could do was laugh. I have lost exact count but she is now the 5th or 6th random, as in never have met before in my life, person to predict my next pregnancy is going to be twin girls. Most of them just stop me in the store and tell me so...without ever hearing Rob's own "prophetic" prediction.



It's kind of....interesting (for lack of a better word).



What is it about my aura that says "twins"?



I told Rob about it last night. He had a good laugh. He joked about how disappointed I will be if/and or when I do get pregnant next time and it is not twins.



The truth is....I probably will be. Even though the thought of having any more kids right now, let alone twins, sends me into hysterics.



As part of the "joke" I already have names picked out for my twin girls (although Rob doesn't like one of them). Not that I want twins, necessarily. I would probably cry....HARD. I have just come to terms with it in a way. Like it's inevitable.



I never think about my next pregnancy without thinking about "them"...the two of them.



How bizarre is that? Am I crazy? (okay...don't answer that)



Four boys and twin girls....CAN YOU IMAGINE? Only time will tell....and I guess if you are not reading my blog in the next 3-5 years (and I pray that it is at least that) you may never know how it turns out. :)



Scary....but then again.....

A holey brain of cheese intruded by "squirrel" moments

I suffer acutely from "squirrel" syndrome. If you have seen the movie "UP" you may have an idea of what I am talking about.

That coupled with, what my counselor (aka shrink, head cracker, etc) lovingly refers to my "swiss cheese brain" makes for very difficult follow through with anything.

Something like a person with ADHD.....on speed!

First...I have a hard time remembering and keeping track of ANYTHING. If by miraculous means I do happen to retain a thought, it is promptly tossed aside by ANY and EVERY "squirrel" that crosses my path.

Truth is...I don't really care for swiss cheese...and like the dogs in the movie UP...I'm not so fond of "squirrels" either.

No tears over spilled milk....

This morning I was dragged out of bed with a tale of spilled milk.

Apparently Cael (the soon to be 5 year old) wanted milk in his cereal and thought it would be funny to sling the gallon over his shoulder ("like a fireman carry" quote by Gabe). Too late he realized the cap was off. Milk EVERYWHERE!

Ugh!

and

Sigh!

On the bright side, I have needed to take a mop to the disgustingly dirty floor for quite some time now.

No tears were shed (by either party because I kept my temper in check).

It was actually a blessing.

The catalyst to get my very reluctant floor cleaning self to get the job done.

It looks so nice now.

Kian cracked head causes wide spread brain injury

Kian's forehead was cracked open on the computer desk Sunday morning (with the help of his older brother Gabe). It was bound to happen sooner or later. The urgent care doctor chose not to stitch it. Just a few steri-strips and we were sent home. He's pretty happy about the whole ordeal. :)

What we couldn't have predicted was the transfer of Kian's brain trauma to Rob and I. Later that evening we both were showing signs of serious head injury. Accidents are so unpredictable in that way.