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Sista time

We got to go hang out and play and visit with this cutie. I don’t know how excited she gets about seeing us, but my big kids are always stoked to see Elizabeth, Papa Scott, and Grammy D.

I just love her. 🙂

This baby had two sister shadows for the entire adventure. Little mother hens.

You can never have too many Papas to love on ya. Jon got right up in the park and played hot lava with the kids. I sat nice and comfy and chatted with Grammy D. 😉 And took photos. Four little monkeys climbed all over for two hours! My boys passed out hard right after lunch. Ronon tried his best to keep up with the big kids. All the love. <3 Such a great family morning.

Park picnic

We “biked” down to the park to have a picnic lunch and play with friends. It took for.ev.er with Kaylee and Regan under their own power…. But they had lots of fun and got good and sweaty!

Kaylee Like to climb trees any chance she can.

Regan LOVES when we get to hang out with these boys. They are like the big brothers he doesn’t have. Love love love when friends turn into family.

We (ME) are terrible about having the kids practice ridding their bikes. I 98% of the time pop the on my bike when we go ridding. I am 100% the reason they cannot ride solo without training wheels. The future looks grim for baby in that regard as well. I like to go fast (er) and get a good cardio workout in….

That time Regan was stupid.

If I’ve told him once I’ve told him a thousand times. You CANNOT jump INTO the edge of the pool.  He jumps and then turns back to the edge while in the air! But did he listen to me or any other adult who saw him pull this stunt? Noooo. For a couple of summers now he’s been pulled out of pools whenever he’s jumped in wrong. And told why and what will happen. But did he believe me (or any adult)? Nope. So he just kept doing the stupid thing of jumping into the edge of the pool.

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So I’m in the pool doing swim lessons (meaning I had a baby in a foatie with one hand and a three year old jumping to me with no floaties) Regan was playing with is buddy next to me a few feet away, the girls were on the steps. All kids heads were above water and life was shiny. And then I see him jump like he is not supposed to and then the screaming. And the blood. And me being grateful we were in the shallow end (because it could have been SO SO much worse. In all ways.) and pissed about it all.IMG_8894I was just pissed. I’m not even going to lie. I was not sympathetic at all. Especially after he said, “I believe you now Mom!” To which I yelled, “Ya think!” I may have scarred my friends kids.

And then after a quick exam of the wounds and his teeth I mentioned that it looked like he needed stitches but not a dentist. Oh, boy! I mean he totally lost his brain at that point and my friend who had gone inside to take care of littles ran outside to see why Regan was dying. She was equally non sympathetic (because of all the times she had told Regan) and used it as a great visual life lesson on why there are safety rules.IMG_8896I told him I’d try some butterflys and see how that goes and that if he was lucky Dad wouldn’t have to take him to get stitches. So I hauled four soaking wet kids home and put on my nurse hat. I told him I didn’t want to hear one complaint about the pain. And you know what, he thought that was fair. So lots of ouchy faces, but no whiny chatter. IMG_8897He held rock still while I disinfected and closed him up.IMG_8898Jon brought home tagaderm so we could shower him up and keep everything in place.IMG_8909This was the next morning when I checked it. All his med ointment for his skin had loosened the adhesive and I had to redo his butterfly and tagaderm. But it was already staying together and not popping apart.

So he has some “when I was young and dumb” scars on his chin. But it’s okay because he believes me now…. (I’m not still ticked about this at all.)