What's goin' on.

--Carter is now on his second cast.  In exactly one week, he had destroyed the first cast enough that they had to take it off (which involved the cast saw--very traumatic) and put on a new one.  The good news is that this one is below his knee since he wasn't trying to pull the other one off.  The doctor made this one much thicker and we have to try and keep it covered with thick socks all the time.  He still doesn't care one bit about it and loves to bang it against the tile, walls, my face....

--I think I educated Mya a little young on how babies are born.  It just seemed easier to tell her the truth than to try and come up with something made up.  She is now obsessed with talking about her "baby hole".  And noted that Carter doesn't have one.  Hopefully those conversations stay in our own home.  Yeah right.

--Jaida had her last day of school today.  When she got in the car she said "finally I don't have to carry a stupid back pack around anymore."  Interesting that was the worst part of school.  I'm not sure who is more excited for school to be over.  I looooooove summer.  Lazy mornings.  Free schedules.  Time to party.

--I took all 3 kids shopping at Walmart today.  I'm pretty sure that's as close to hell as I've ever been.  I must figure out a better system.  Like, not shopping with 3 kids.  Funny thing is Carter's by far the easiest one.  He still usually chills in the cart.  And Jaida is easily the hardest.  The girl wants to buy e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g

--Mya no longer says she has to go to the bathroom.  Now it's "Mom, I gotta wiz."  It bugs me.  It just sounds so vulgar.  She thinks it's hilarious.

--Jaida is very particular about her outfits lately.  I can no longer buy clothes for her.  The ones I pick "aren't cute".  She's 6.  That started waaaaay earlier than I anticipated.  We have very different styles.  But I do my best to let her express herself as she wishes.  Although sometimes I give her an "absolutely not."  She doesn't usually argue when I say that.  Usually being the key word.

--My girls have been educated on drugs and alcohol at a young age.  Mainly because they over hear conversations we have about my brother.  But also because I talk to them freely about it.  It's NEVER too early to start teaching your kids about that stuff.  They're exposed to it younger and younger and you definitely don't want them to not know what to do.  Yesterday Mya was telling one of her friends about her Uncle Burk.  She announced he eats beer and drugs.  Then she says "Mom, how do you drug?  I don't know how to drug?"  Just struck me as funny.  How do you drug??

--Carter is slowly starting to say more words.  He communicates most by screaming.  But his most used phrases are "No no, don't touch" and "Get down"  He knows when to say them and says them often.  The kid climbs on everything.  And then falls off.  I'm constantly worried about more broken bones.  He's crazy.

--I'm ready to not feel like I'm going to puke all the time.  I hate feeling like I have the flu and knowing the only way to feel a little better is to eat.  It's so un-natural.  The baby/alien in my stomach is definitely kicking my butt this time.  Too bad I have 3 other kids so laying on the couch all day isn't an option.  Boo.

--I actually heard Mike say out loud that he would consider running another marathon.  That's all I needed.  You'll definitely be seeing round two of Mike and marathons sometime in the future.  Probably distant future.  :)

--The girls announced the other day that I'm a "bad hair doer".  Sorry girls, that's not a newsflash for me. The first thing I said when I found out I was pregnant with a girl (Jaida):  "Crap, I don't know how to do girl hair."  Seriously.  That's what I said.  Maybe I'll make more effort to learn.  Maybe.

--I'm only 13 weeks and I already have a belly.  It's gross, really.  I guess with four kids, your body just gives up trying to hide it and starts poking out as soon as it get the chance.  That, and when I'm pregnant I have NO regard for what and how much I eat.  I don't look at the scale when I go to the doctor.  I don't care.  I'm pregnant.  I'm getting fat anyway.  Might as well enjoy food for 9 months when I don't have to try and fit into any particular clothes.

--There is a serious neighborhood party going on in my front yard.  I just counted 19 kids (many under the age of 6).  Hope their parents are paying attention to them because I'm sure not.  ;)