Megan's Future Prom Date

We are all a bit overprotective of Megan. I suppose it is natural since she is the only girl and the youngest. Al and I were joking the other day that Jack could take Megan to the prom. Then after the prom they will come home and play charades and twister with us. Sorry no prom parties for these two. Really we will not be that bad.

I think we all worry some about what the teen years will be like. I will just cross that road later. I do have 4 years until Will is 13. Time flies! Lets hope we have good teenagers who make good choices.

Bunk Beds are Great!

This weekend Will and Ben talked their Dad into bunking their beds. Previously I had the room set up so each boy had his own side. There were two dressers in the middle to separate the sides. This worked pretty well, but there was not a lot of room on the floor to play. Now the boys have tons of floor room. Yesterday they even hung their sheets from the top bunk which made a club house out of the bottom bunk. Today I am taking the sheets off and washing them. I dread having to put them back on the top bunk. I think that is the main negative side to bunk beds. Maybe I will make Will crawl up there and put his own sheet on. I think these beds will stay bunked for a while. Al has no intentions of moving the furniture again anytime soon.


Megan is changing so much. She is saying shoe, kitty, and juice. Here she has decided that closing the door on us is the funniest thing in the world. So far she has only suffered a little finger mashing. Lets hope we get through this stage with no big boo-boos.

Separation Anxiety Sunday

Sundays are both quiet and eventful at our house. We usually make it to church by 8:30. It works well to lay out the clothes the night before. Otherwise Sunday mornings are STRESSFUL. Most Sundays Megan cries in the nursery, I usually have to stay with her either during the service or Sunday school. Now this Sunday I actually had to stay with her during both services. I always drop her off for the 8:30 service and leave despite all the crying. If she cries loudly and for a long time I can hear her in the service. Yesterday was one of those Sundays so I stayed with her.

During Sunday school she cried again and no one could console her. So someone came to get me, which was fine. I figured we could just play in the nursery and talk to people. But Megan would not even stop crying for me, so we just went to the car. She still cried. When Al and the boys got in the car, she cried. It was a loud car ride home. The boys made lots of noise to drown out her crying. I told Al we should just turn the radio up. When we got home Megan had settled down to quiet sobs. I put her in the bed and she went right to sleep for 3 hours.

Will also had separation anxiety terribly. I figure if he can get over it so can she. At least we know Megan loves us. I took the picture of her yesterday after her nap. She was much happier here at 4:00 than she was at 11:00.

Internet and Grocery Cart Advenures

This has been a fun and exciting week for us. I discovered facebook last Friday and have had lots of fun with it. It is rather addicting, but the people I have found from high school are amazing. There are so many folks I have wondered about through the years and there they are on facebook. It is a great way to keep in touch. I love it, but really have to limit myself. I could probably spend an hour on facebook easily. Al discovered CraigsList this week. He found someone who was selling 5000 record albums. Just what we need for our cluttered house. After Al contacted the seller he told me the guy would give him 5000 albums for $100. Al then said it would be OK because he would sell some of them. I took him seriously, but it was just a joke. Thank goodness. The plan is for Al to go and look then pick out some albums.

I finally placed Megan sitting up in a grocery cart this week. She has been looking at the ceiling from her infant seat all this time. I probably should have done this sooner, but I did not want to deal with getting the floppy seat out. Megan finally cried enough at the store that I decided it was time. She is quite happy with her new view of the world. Much less crying makes me happy as well. Honestly at Christmas when we would shop people were always stopping my and saying, "someones not happy." Sometimes it was "someone wants to go home." They were all very nice people, and were commenting in a very sweet way. But after two or three comments in one store I would quickly check out. I later did much of my shopping online. So I think her new position will help. At least till she starts trying to stand in it. Well I will enjoy this happy stage while it is here.