Our computer was acting up so before it died completely I took it to this place called Computer Aid.  Just a guy named Mike I guess who fixes computer on site or has them dropped off at his home/office.  He had some pretty good reviews so I tried him out and for 49 bucks he spiced up our computer, cleaned off any viruses, and physically cleaned the fans and stuff (which was the main problem).  I was pretty impressed.  Unless later I find out he installed some sort of steal-your-money-spyware or something.  Here's hoping that he didn't. 

When Olivia was born she was given these cute newborn shoes.  And here's how they looked then.  

And now three months later they actually fit her. 

She is a great little sleeper in the morning after she eats so that's when we usually run our errands.  On this morning she kept sleeping even after we got home and I took her out of her car seat to wake her up.  She was sleep sleepy I guess. 

It's finally been warming up outside.  Well actually it's been going from warm to cold, to warm, to cold, to warm again.  I'm pretty sure that this week its going to get up to 80 at some point and then down to 50 for a high at some point.  I'm just hoping Cam Spam doesn't get sick again.  Because he will literally have to be coughing nonstop for me to take him to the doc.  I don't know if I can handle another round of steroids. 

On one day it was warm enough for a light jacket so we went outside for a while.  Cam is a lot braver on the trampoline this year than he was at the end of the warm season last year.  

Jace spent most of the time out there blowing bubbles for the dog.  Actually he started blowing them for Cameron, but after Cameron was plowed into several times I put him on the trampoline.  For safety.  From crazy Andy who doesn't look at anything that might be in his way when he's got something in his sights.

And then Jace started climbing the fence so of course Cameron had to show that he could do it, too.

Then last weekend, conference weekend, the boys got to play with this fun jumbo ball.  Brice's friend from work gave it to them, and they looooooved it.

Of course it isn't real fun without some tears, right?  And who do you think caused the tears?  Yes, it was daddy.

 

And when they fell out of the hole like this, Brice called it getting "pooped out".  No wonder the boys talk about poop so much.

This is just going to be words.  And feelings.  Ugh feelings.  So you've been warned.

I went for my first jog today in over a year.  I call it a "jog" instead of a "run" because quite frankly I'm not even sure it could be classified as a jog.  Brice is home today for the first time on a Saturday since Olivia was born, so I decided today would be a good a day as any to get back into the old running shoes.  Shoes which I bought right after I had Cameron and are still in perfect condition.  That's how little I've run since he was born.

I went for probably a mile and a half.  I ran the whole time, with the occasional stop to stretch (and by stretch I mean lean over, clutch my chest, and try desperately to breathe) but as I was coming down the path to where my car was parked, I felt incredible.  I know it sounds kind of lame and cheesy, but it felt so good.  It was the same feeling I would get when I was training for that marathon back in the day before pregnancy wreaked havoc on my body.  It didn't matter that instead of finishing up a 20 mile run I was crawling along at the end of a 1 1/2 mile run.  The feeling was the same.  I've done a few different workouts here and there since Olivia was born, but none of them have come close to giving me that feeling.  Like a feeling of triumph and accomplishment.  In fact I felt so good that I even--brace yourself-- yelled out, "I LOVE THIS!"  No joke.  I guess that's why they call it a runners high.  No one was around, of course.  I'm not that lame.

So here's to running--I mean jogging-- okay I mean trudging.  I have missed you.    

Happy Easter!

We had a great Easter.  And even though the day started out gloomy and doomy it brightened up by the time church was over for an Easter egg hunt after a delicious Easter dinner.  We managed to get all ready in time for me to take pictures before church even.  Not that the boys were going to be cooperative.  But they gave it their best shot.  And I tried not to threaten them with scary consequences for not taking good pictures.  I feel as though perhaps if I keep doing that they will grow to resent me every time they see the camera.  I like the bribing route instead.  

So here are some Jace out takes.

And finally the best shot of that crazy four year old I could get.  Sometimes I worry for his kindergarten teacher.  She will have her hands full.  

Some Cameron out takes.  I had Jace standing to the side trying to get him to smile.  He likes to stick his tongue out still.  Like Olivia.  She is turning into a mini-Cameron.

I took Olivia's pictures actually earlier last week.  When it was sunny outside so I could get some good light in the house.  Maybe it will never warm up enough to take her outside.  I took a lot more pictures of her than I did of the boys.  Because sometimes when I'm bored and don't want to do my jobs at home I just take pictures.  And the boys don't let me take pictures of them.  But little Livvy has no choice.  Muahaha.

She started off a little concerned.

But then she turned into my little model.  Oh what a sweet baby girl.

I wanted to get a picture of her little piggy's because see how she can spread them out?  That's not even as far as they can go.   I can do that, too.  So even though she'll look just like Cameron and Brice and maybe not like me. . . she still has my toes.  So there.

 And this one is my favorite of the hundred or so that I took.

And then we have the handsome brothers picture.

And one of the three of them.  Jace is getting better about his disgust for her hair.  But he still wouldn't smile.  Also he can't quite figure out how to hold her and he kept leaning waaaay back and making the blanket behind them fall down.  Oh Jace. 

Then after church and dinner it was egg hunting time.

They also had an egg hunt Saturday at the church but I didn't get any pictures of it.  Let's just say I had a little bit of a meltdown that morning.  And I'll leave it at that.

The day wouldn't have been complete without a little bit of Cameron "roid" rage.  Yesterday was his last day of the medicine.  I hope he gets back to his normal whiny self soon.

So now Easter is over.  And where are you warm weather?

Little Olivia Rose is three months!  Well she will be three months in a couple of days.  But since I took most, if not all, of these pictures before the ones from Easter which I will be putting up next, I wanted these pictures up first.

Awww, sweet little baby.  So pretty.  And she loves her tongue.  She sticks it out in most of the pictures I take of her.  In fact I just glanced over to where she is playing in her bouncy seat and she is sticking it out right now.

She's not much of a tummy time fan when she's awake.  When she's asleep its a different story.  She will nap for two good solid hours if she's on her tummy.  But when she's on her back every little noise sends her arms flailing and she wakes herself up.  And since pretty much its nonstop noisy here if I want her to take a good nap I have to let her sleep on her stomach.  Which then means I have to check on her like every five minutes.  You know, because of paranoia and also because doctors freak you out about letting them sleep on their stomachs.  Fortunately for bed time she sleeps good on her back because its nice and quiet.

She's getting to be quite the chatty, smiley little girl when she's in a good mood.  When she's not in a good mood you better watch out.  But more often than not she's in a good mood. 

The last two weeks of this third month have been a little difficult.  Well a lot difficult.  We're back from Texas where the weather was warm and sunny and springy to where its cold and rainy and windy and not so springy.  I just want the weather to be warm. You know how when you're in a cold air conditioned building in the summer and then you go outside to the warm sun and it feels so good?  That's all I want to feel when I step outside.  Yesterday was deceptive.  The sun was finally shining nice and bright and inside I was freezing.  So I though maybe, just maybe, I'll step outside and the warmth will feel so good. . . but no-- it was windy and only like forty degrees.  Please hurry up and get here spring.  

The boys have been really wild.  Like crazy bouncing of the walls wild.  And Cameron was sick and the doctor put him on steroids to get rid of a cough.  Next time I'll have to remember to mention to the doctor, "Um, he is like a mini-Hulk when he's on steroids.  Is there anything else we can try?"  His rage has been pretty unpredictable.  I think if he was a little bit bigger there would be holes punched in his bedroom door from me locking him in there when there's nothing else I can think to do with him and he won't get off my leg crying and whining and screaming at me.  

I live for those moments when the boys play nicely together and are happy.  Like this morning they had one and Olivia was napping.  But I had to waste that peaceful time talking on the phone with dentists and insurance companies and hospital bill people.  Lame. 

Last week I put a new cheap shower curtain down taped to the floor and let them draw a city for their cars and trains. 

They played pretty good with it for awhile.  Until Cameron's "roid" rage kicked in and he started throwing all the cars and trucks around, which made Jace bawl and scream.

The little girl and I were hiding in the kitchen where she watched me do dishes from her bouncy seat.  So happy and so drooly.  Sometimes I make her talk to the boys in a high-trying-to-sound-like-a-ghetto-person voice.  And I wave her hand back and forth.  They think it's pretty funny.  When I did it for Brice, he did not.  I'm glad little kids can make you think you're funny.

So we survived a third month with three little kiddos.  Luckily the good moments have by far outweighed the bad.  And I'm glad that little Livvy is so teeny for her age.  It makes me feel like she's growing up just a little bit slower and I can hang on to those precious infant moments for a little bit longer.  Maybe it's because she's my first girl or maybe because I'm not sure if she's our last or not, but each time I put away a piece of clothing that doesn't fit her anymore I feel extra sad inside.  Or possibly it could be the crazy hormones that as women we are so blessed to have?  Who knows.