1/22/2015

On 6 year olds.

Ahhh the 6 year old boy.

Watching Blake grow from baby to big kid has went so fast. I can't believe the things that he is doing by himself these days, the thoughts he has on his own, the jokes he tells, how much he can do for himself.

Back in September, right after school pictures on a day he was looking particularly mangy, I decided I was going to give him a hair cut (because anyone can be a barber -duh). He wasn't really on board, but when I get an idea in my head it stays and festers and it's all I think about and must be taken care of immediately- logic be damned! I believe even at 6 years old Blake knows this, so he begrudgingly obliged. The only rule- No super short hair!!

him: "I want it long on the top, okay mom?" 
me: "Sure bud- Whatever you want".

Approximately 15 seconds into said cut I ruined his hair so bad that the only fix was an immediate buzz cut. This was also the point that I realized much to my chagrin, that no, not everyone can be a barber. I handed him the mirror while simultaneously begging for forgiveness. He reacted in true Blake fashion (and this is the literal word for word conversation we had)

him: (high pitched squeal) "MY HAIR!! MY HAIR!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR?!?!!?!?"
me: "I'm so sorry. Mom will never cut your hair... Do you errrrr like it???
him: OF COURSE I DON'T!! I'M BALD! I'M BALDDDDDDD!!!!!!"

Poor kid.

(post hair cut pictures taken in the backyard)

The good thing about boys is they don't hold grudges and their hair grows back quick. I gave him a cupcake, or a lollipop, or something sugar loaded and he was over it.

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Yesterday we went to the store together where he picked out his Valentines, told me stories about the kids in school, asked me 3000 questions, and did math problems the whole way home. 
This morning he told me he wanted a sweatshirt because those are his favorite to wear. He tells jokes that make no sense, loves America's Funniest Home Videos, hates peanut butter, but also likes peanut butter, corrects me twenty times a day, and still wants me to pick out his pajamas. 

I have to say I really love being the mom to this 6 year old Stink. 








1/21/2015

the no facebook experiment.



It has been 21 days since I signed off Facebook. Making the simple New Years resolution to forego the website for all of 2015. Like most people (I think) I have had a love/hate relationship with Facebook for sometime now. When I signed on over ten years ago (wooh) I was in college and I LOVED me some Facebook. There was no news feed, no business pages, no advertising. It was all profiles and pictures.

But then over time Facebook morphed from this college networking site to a crazy world dominating phenomena. And that was cool in the beginning. Until people started using it as their personal platform to be fucking assholes. The thing that I loved about Facebook (staying connected with people I didn't see often) was completely overshadowed by my complete annoyance of people sharing and over sharing and over over sharing the things that really should be said around like minded people only (or not at all, ever, to anyone).

I hate the politics on Facebook. I like to think of myself as someone who respects other people's opinions. I remind myself often that not everyone has to think like me - we are different, different perspectives are good. Unless you are a racist, bigot, sexist, hypocrite, or just a giant moron. Know your audience. Be respectful enough to know that maybe you could be insulting someone with your comments. Think about how you would feel if your kid's teacher shared a mistake your kid made all over social media (fyi- I would FLIP out- I don't like that shit at all).

And now that I am not on Facebook I am actually in better contact with some of my friends I don't live by or see all the time. We text, and call, and e-mail. Turns out your actual friends will want to know what's going on with you whether you are on Facebook or not.

So to better control my blood pressure I have pledged to be done with Facebook for 2015 and God willing forever!!

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Instagram, We're good.

1/17/2015

christmas

We had another really nice Christmas. The boys were happy with all their gifts (as they should be since they pretty much have three Christmases!) I told myself I was going to take pictures of every part. Every meal, gift being opened, happy face, and person that walked through our front door would all be well documented so I would have in memory forever!! 
Well.... I did not. I have about 10 shitty pictures from Christmas morning and that's it. I plan on honing up on my picture skills this year (maybe even getting a new lens- I know, so fancy) so next year there will be no excuses!
Anyway here is what I did muster ...

 A pile of presents for everyone!!!!

 "This is the best Christmas ever!!" - Logan Porter before he opened one present

 This is Logan's I like this present... maybe face

worldwide #1 record breaker for earliest kids awake on Christmas shirt-
Before 5 AM. Too much. Way too much.

What a little angel.
He took super long to open all his presents, mainly because he ate a whole gummy saver story book in ten minutes. 
We just let it go. No beasts on the loose Christmas morning.

 Bros. 
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A quick Christmas card story. 

A sure fire way to lose your mind is to decide you are going to take a picture of your kids sitting perfectly still in front of your perfectly twinkling Christmas tree smiling perfectly for the most perfect Christmas card. I took about 200 pictures before I threw my hands up because I was going to Homer to Bart choke one of them. I, of course, decided that 7 PM on a Saturday night would be the best time to set out on this venture. A glutton for punishment I am. 
I sent them all to bed as soon as the last flash went off. I was sweating like I had just gotten off a treadmill. I was d.o.n.e. I went through all the horrible photos and wanted to die thinking about having to take a second go at the insanity. So in what may be one of my cleverest ideas of all time I took the picture where they were sitting the stillest (read: the least blurry photo) and covered their faces almost completely. 
The result? Probably my favorite Christmas card of these three turkeys yet!

  
Picmonkey for the win!
 

1/15/2015

1/12/2015

the beast turned one..... almost a year ago

I feel like it is only fair to highlight some things I have missed since I stopped adding to this blog back in July. 

February 11, 2014 Hunter Ash Porter turned one! 










So a Happy SUPER belated first birthday, buddy.
Two years old next month. So crazy.

1/08/2015

little one.

starting slow- the juggle

yesterday was my second week at the gym. two weeks in and for once i don't feel like quitting. it feels so good to get out and do something for just me a few days a week. i'm still just doing the couch to 5k program so about 30 minutes a day, but for someone who has done NO EXERCISE in seven years it's a good start. everyday i try to run a little faster when the app tells me to run, make the incline a little steeper.

and so now i have added the gym ball to all the others i am constantly trying to juggle. i am not really good at reorganizing my schedule. i get used to things a certain way, that way becomes automatic and when i change it takes me forever to readjust. i was telling michael the other day that i feel like i have a million files open and i just need to shut all but one and focus. then i saw this on pinterest:



i am constantly comparing my life now to what it was before we had hunter. the things i could easily do with a 2 and 4 year old that become exhaustingly frustrating when you add a third baby. like bringing two super wild boys who only care about toy aisles and a teething baby who could probably use a nap to target when you want to look at curtains and christmas decorations (kill me.) 

so i am working on that too. 

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logan had another star day last week (a lot of start days when there is a class of only nine kids). he was so cute. he loves his school friends and his teachers. they still sometimes have a hard time understanding what he is saying, but he has made so much progress since school started.  




                                                                

halloweiner.

I have to talk about halloween this year.
a ninja, sonic the hedgehog and a bear turned dog headed out with four little girlfriends to do some trick or treating. no one fought, no one cried, no one whined that they wanted to be done, no one said they didn't have enough candy.
after trick or treating we all came back to our house for pizza and wings and angry orchards. we had such a good time.
they are already talking next years costumes...


quick 
costume change...



are you ready for this next picture? blake looks SO terrified. he told us before we left the house that he was going to go trick or treating at the clowns house this year. when he saw some of his friends go in for a picture he told us he wanted to too. he walked up supppperrrr slowwww and kept asking "are you nice? are you nice? are you nice?" 


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earlier in the day logan had his school parade. it is so nice to see him on his own. he is usually fine with following blake around, doing what he does and copying everything he says. seeing him independent of blake on his own, playing with his own friends is refreshing.



old man sweater.

hunter had his turn in the old man cardigan this weekend. both of the other boys have had pictures taken in this sweater and it is one of my favorite hand me downs. i just love it.






and because he never makes it through a full day in pants...

those legs...




halloween pasts

keeping a running list of what the boys have been every year for halloween is not going to happen. i honestly cant remember what i wore yesterday. so i went through facebook and my old blog to remind me... 

blake's 1st halloween:


blake's 2nd halloween:


blake's 3rd and logan's 1st halloween:


blake's 4th and logan's 2nd halloween:



blake's 5th and logan's 3rd:


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there is no way in hell i can shove hunter into that skunk costume... i tried smushing his body into a garden gnome costume we had laying around here but it looked like shorts: 


super adorable right? he was NOT feeling the beard, the eyebrows didn't seem to bother him though.

i think logan is going to take best dressed this year but we will see.... 

whatthefuckisgoingon

thats right. i said it.
here are some things....

the boys are great. they are thriving and getting teeth and losing teeth and fighting and whining and puking all over the place. they are getting up at 5AM and fighting me on naps. they say things like "this is so irritated" when i tell them to clean up the playroom. i am having a hard time reading about bloggers loving their 2AM baby cuddle time because you know what? 2AM is for sleeping.

being a mom is great. i love my kids and being a mom. but it can be draining and people never saying that is really getting on my nerves. wiping butts and fetching cheese sticks and chasing your 3 year old down the driveway in 40 degree weather with a baby with a shitty diaper on your hip and no shoes OR socks on just blows.

and you know what? just writing that makes me feel better.

about that lost tooth...






he got $10.00 for it...
the next morning we made it clear that $10 is the going rate for 1st tooth's only.
it was pretty cute.