A Photo Update

I've been too busy changing diapers, laundry, job charts, underwear, tires, the dishwasher, and countless other things to post on this blog. I swear EVERY. TIME. I recommit myself to be better at updating it, I get farther (further?) behind. So rather than try to catch up, enjoy what it is. A mess. Just like my house, van, kids and life. And I wouldn't have it any other way....

Love Kate




My baby is 6 months old. CRAZY. I can't believe how fast it has gone. I'm sure there were days it didn't feel like that, but I was too sleep deprived to remember.




We had my fabulous cousin and her friend come visit 2 weeks ago. I had HUGE plans, for TONS OF FUN, then I got strep throat. Total bummer. Here was a snapshot of how I found Lincoln at 10pm. When guests come, he gets booted out of his room and into our closet. I opened the door to turn off the light, and this is how I found him. Can't say it's the first time either. He loves reading. And he "cracks" me up. I used quotations b/c Lincolns latest craze is using "quotes" in almost every sentence... where they don't ever "belong". Most of the time it makes me giggle... but now the girls and starting to do it, and they kinda roll their eyes when they do. The funny things they pick up on!





Seriously... don't you want to bite into those arms like a Krispy Kreme Doughnut? What is Jefferson up to these days? Not ANYTHING that he should be! He doesn't crawl. He doesn't sit up. He gags every time I try to feed him food. Can you tell he's our 4th? I have no hope for our 5th, 6th or 7th :) He is held, um, ALL THE TIME. Constantly entertained by the kids. Fought over... by the kids. Still pukes more that just occasionally... which only deters the only kids for a moment or two... then they are in his face all over again.


Reagan is our little Mommy. She can't stand to hear Jefferson cry. The second he starts to fuss... AT ALL... she puts her hands on her hips and says "Mom... the baby is CRYING! Aren't you going to get him?" . And for those of you who know me... I'm not a "let your baby cry it out for a minute" kind of mom. So when Reagan scolds me, it gets a little intense.





McKinley is... McKinley. A little devious diva, she sings all the time (especially in the bathroom). Picks out the most mis-matchy outfits possible. Cuts her own hair. Makes up stories about her stuff animals being resurrected (she uses that word) and eating her siblings candy and thinks she can get away with it because the explanation had to do with Jesus. Modifies her own clothing... with scissors. Misses her "extra finger" (a.k.a skin tag) we had RE-removed a few months ago. Said she liked having 11 fingers... 10 is boring. Says she wants to be a baby hairdresser when she grows up. Which of course means she wont get married. MAN! I would love to figure out how her brain works. She keeps things lively around these parts. Oh yea... above is a picture of everything I cleared out of her bed before her nap. The room was COMPLETELY CLEAN before I emptied her bed (which I usually have to do again before bedtime).




(McKinley doing Jefferson's hair)