Friday, January 16, 2015

My children make me feel bipolar.

I love my children. I love being a mom. I love staying home with my kids. I love to play ninja turtles, build towers with legos, and make a gazillion little balls out of play dough. But wow, having kids is an emotional roller coaster. I find myself staring at my beautiful boys and wondering how I ever thought I was happy without them, and 5 minutes later, wondering how I will survive another 5 hours with them.
My days typically start out with Lincoln standing at the side of my bed. Either creepily staring at me as I sleep or telling me there is something crazy happing in the basement. Or that a fly is trapped in the house, and get this, he is attracted to the light. I tell him to go back to bed only to realize that it is 7:30 and time to get up.
I am not a morning person, so I usually spend the majority of the morning trying to convince myself that my children are not trying to ruin my life by waking up early. I grumble around getting the kids fed and trying not to snap at them before 8am. I did not succeed at this on Tuesday. All three boys took turns crying, fighting, and hitting all morning. At one point Will came out of his office in order to clear some tension. All three boys attacked him and begged him not to go back to work.

Lunch time finally rolled around and after that is preschool for Lincoln. I daydream about next year when Lincoln and Spencer will both be going to school. That dream is interrupted when they both start stripping their clothes off. 
 get the boys dressed again and start the ongoing search for lost shoes. 
30 minutes later we are in the car. 
After I drop Lincoln off I get both Spencer and Connor down for a nap. 

This is a glorious thing that only happens every once and a while. I have plenty that needs to get done around the house, but decide to send a couple emails first. Then I fall asleep on the couch instead. 

After our wonderful naps, I feel a sense of renewal.  My children once again have halos and I am ready to carry on the day. We head out to pick up Lincoln from preschool. After that we stop by Walmart. Getting from the car to the store results in me turning into angry mommy. While standing in line the lady in front of my turns around and says "Wow, you have your hands full!" I can't go out in public without at least one person saying something along those lines.

Lincoln starts to belt out "Jingle bells" in an opera voice. I can' t help but smile, he is so proud to hear his own voice. I tell him I love to hear his voice and nice mommy is back. 
We leave Walmart and head over to gymnastics. For the most part the kids behave. 

When Will asks if we should go to dinner I say sure. I get to Costa Vida first, and with my false sense of confidence, take the kids inside to order. While standing in line, Lincoln and Spence both inform me they need to go potty, and run off to the bathroom. I figured now was as good of time as any for them to learn to go by themselves. They come back and run in circles around me as I order our food. "I don't want that." "I want a hotdog." "Oh can I have a drink" "And ice cream."
As I am paying the cashier says 
"You have your hands full!" 

The boys were really digging the independence thing and filled up their own drink cups. Because I was too busy dealing with a toddler playing the "I'm going to throw myself out of your arms and see if you catch me" game. After having Lincoln poor out his ice tea he got, we sit down to start eating.

Will walks in and says "They are doing good."
We force feed all three children and Connor continues to play his game. 
One more potty trip for Connor and we are on our way home.

On the way home Lincoln asks me if they cut my babies out of my tummy. 
"Did you squeeze them out your butt?" 

We continued on with a talk that I wasn't planning on having for a while.

We get home, take a bath, read stories, sing songs and then GLORIOUS bed time. 
Will and I plop down on the couch and enjoy being kid free for a while. 
I find myself dreaming about a time when the kids will wipe their own butts. 
And leaving the house wont feel like a marathon.
And going to dinner will be enjoyable.
Only to tip toe into their rooms a few hours later to give them one more kiss, and whisper in their ears, "I love you, never grow up."

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Everything is Awesome!

Back in August 2014 we started planning our Legoland trip. We started planting seeds of lego love in the boys heads but didn't tell them that we were planning a trip to Legoland. Bought the movie, watched it 50 times, lego sets for birthdays. The boys successfully became obsessed with Legos.

On Christmas morning the boys opened their presents (more lego sets) and the last present was a lego shirt for each of them. As they were opening them I said "For your last present we are going on a trip, can you guess where?"

The first guess was Disney Land, but the second was Legoland. 
They asked when we were leaving and we said "Right now!" 

Then we ate a quick breakfast and jumped in the car.
Traveling with three littles wasn't the greatest, but for the most part they did really good. 
We stayed at the Legoland hotel, which was amazing. I feel like it's part of the experience of Legoland. There is a huge lego pit and play area for the kids in the lobby. Lego pictures, and sculptures throughout the hotel and in the rooms. Free breakfast buffet, which was our favorite. And the coolest elevator you have ever been in, which was the boys favorite. 

Even the bathrooms were decked out. 

The other fun thing about staying there was the treasure box in the room. 
Every day the cleaning fairy's came and brought a prize for the treasure box.

The boys were as equally excited about finding the prize at the end of our trip as they were at the beginning. 

The park it's self was full of everything lego. Mini land was my favorite. 
Everything in the backround was made out of legos. It was amazing. 

This was the actual set of the non-animated parts of The Lego Movie. It took 4 people 200 hours to build! 

The boys LOVED the 4D movies. It was fun to watch them get excited and try to reach out and grab everything that was coming at us.
There were also two different building rooms in the park full of legos. One was for the little kids and one was for the older kid. 
Lincoln was able to go on every ride. Spencer wasn't tall enough for a lot of the rides. I kinda hoped they would let him on, since he was only about 2 inches short, but they were pretty strict on the hight requirement. There was so much to see in the park, that he didn't seam to mind. 

One of the days we made a trip out to La Jolla beach. The smell was terrible, but there were about 100 sea lions just sitting out on the rocks. 

 We met Will's niece Krysti at the beach and got to meet her new cute baby!

These boys were a handful, but it was worth it.