Days 68 and 69

My boys...they are acting like the Cripps and Bloods. Cane and Able. The fighting, it's driving me batty! It's mostly Eli and Caleb, but sometimes Josh gets thrown in the mix as well. I can't figure out where exactly to draw the line. I do not allow blood shed, of course, but I can't seem to stop them from anything else. Jabbing. Punching. Kicking. Not to mention the verbal barrage. And wow, don't even get me started on Josh's hyperactivity level. He has been literally bouncing off the walls every waking moment. He shrieks at insane decibels at random moments. He seems to not think anything through before he goes ahead full speed. I worry about this one...really I do. I think I have a future extreme sportsman on my hands.

Ten more days...ten more days...just ten more days.

Sure thing is though, that even when the kids do start back up at school, I'll still have something to complain about. Packing lunches. Getting up earlier. Homework battles. I have to frequently remind myself that this is life...roll with the punches and carry on will ya Steph?? I really hate that I've become such a complainer.

I'll sign off and spare you any more complaints.

Later!

Days 67 and 68

I just love it when Sam wants to help me around the house. Take today for instance, he helped me by throwing all of the folded laundry back into the dryer when I went to answer the phone. And he helped me by giving the dog some water, only he missed her bowl. And he tried to help me make flatbread pizza for dinner, but almost toppled the entire plate of shredded cheese onto the floor. I'm sure I have other examples of all the wonderful things he's done to help, but I think I'll leave the rest to your imagination. But hey, who doesn't love a 2 year old that will do anything to make his Mama happy?


I feel a little bit gray today. The weather, it affects me. Most of the day it was sunny and bright, but then the clouds rolled in and the sky darkened a bit. I think that's when my mood took a dive as well. Now I feel tired and lazy. Luckily, the kids have all been fed (except Gracie because she's running around with the neighbor girl) and most of the laundry is done, because now I just want to sit and veg. I don't want to do the dishes or give baths. Or put away 3 baskets of clothes. Or match up 50 million pairs of socks. I just want to pour myself a huge margarita glass of iced tea, kick my feet up and close my eyes. Or read a book. A book besides 'How Does A Dinosaur Go to Sleep'.

Yeah. Moving right along.

We just had a lovely dinner of like I said, flatbread pizza...and kiwi slices. Topped it off with chocolate cupcakes and icy cold milk. Having pizza and chocolate means Sam and Gracie will need baths, of course. We have nothing else besides hanging out on the agenda tonight.

Well, that and the dishes.

Days 65 and 66

I used to be good at keeping up with this blog, but honestly, I am in quite a funk right now. Funkiness seems to come and go in cycles, kinda like PMS, but not as often. Guess I'm just caught up in it now.

I know I said I'd post picture of Eli's birthday party, but somebody swiped my card reader and I can't download the pictures onto the computer. I will be searching for it today...I can't stand not knowing where it is!

The first day of school is creeping closer and closer. Just two looooooong weeks from now I'll be breathing a sigh of relief and enjoying less stress and fighting amongst the kids. Granted, I will still have Super-Sam and Tantrum Girl home, but 5-3=2 and 2 are easier to entertain than 5. I *so* wish Gracie could begin school this year, but darn it, she misses the cut-off by a measly 6 weeks. She already knows all of her letters and sounds by sight and she can write them all, and she's even able to sound out words and 'read', but by golly, the school is a stickler on rules I suppose. Her pre-k teacher last year said Gracie is doing what she should be doing as a second semester kindergartner. Hmmmpppph...guess I'll be home schooling her this year because I think she'll be bored to tears to just run and around and do nothing.

Gotta run...I'm being whined at.

Days 63 and 64: There's a Birthday in the House!

In just one year from now, I'll be entering uncharted waters....I'll be the parent of a teenager. Would some one please tell me how it happened that my baby turned 12 years old today? How is it that his feet are bigger than mine and he's only 8 inches shorter than me? It is amazing (and I'll admit a little scary) to me how my 8lb 2 oz little boy is growing into a young man, right before my eyes.

Thankfully, Eli is still oblivious to girls (ewwwww, ick!) and bathing is repulsive to him. He doesn't care to comb his hair or change his clothes...and for now, that's okay, because it means he's still my little boy.

Happy Birthday to you Eli! You are a wonderfully made young man and I love you from the bottom of my heart. No matter how tall you grow, or how big your feet get, you will always be my little one...you are what first made me a mother, and I am so proud of you.

Don't grow up on me too fast, okay?


(Birthday picures to come! Party at my house tomorrow!)

Day 61 & 62

Believe me when I say that I got lost in the basement today. No, I didn't get lost in online shopping or on message boards-- I got lost in a mess. O.M.G. the mess!
Toys, shoes, hats, gloves, playing cards, Nerds candy, popcorn seeds, Legos, Lincoln Logs, books, socks, clothes, vhs movies, couch cushions, blankets, crayons, toothbrushes (toothbrushes?)...I could go on and on! I'm not sure what possesses my children to make such messes, but if ever there were a pill for that, you'd bet I'd have them on it.(and darn straight my hubby too!) Thankfully, most of the stuff is now put in it's proper place. For the next ten minutes anyway.

I did most of my cleaning before Sam went down for his nap...you'd think I'd like to clean while he was sleeping and not underfoot, but I take nap times very seriously. It's the only time of day that I don't have to share my strawberry iced tea and Pirate's Booty. That with a white chocolate chip/cranberry scone, as was the case today.

We tried letting the boys have a fire in the fire pit the other night. It turned out disastrous. No, the house didn't burn down and no body was hurt badly, but bestowing such a thing on rambunctious and somewhat air-headed boys was not the smartest thing to do. For some reason, they thought that hiding pop cans under the wood before starting the fire was super funny...until one (hot!) can rolled out onto the foot of their sister. The rest of the night was ruined. Enough said. And NO more fire pit nights are in their near future.

I do have my limits.

Guess I'd better hop off the computer as Sam is threatening to empty out toy bins and trash bags to un-do what I spent the better part of this day doing. No way, Jose! BUT, before I go, I'll leave you with this----and seriously, what kid doesn't play his Gameboy while sitting on the toilet? (he was sitting in the dark and really startled me when I turned on the light!)

Day 60, Yes SIXTY!

If we're on day 60 of summer vacation, that means the end is near right?? I think Caleb told me yesterday that there was 21 days left. 3 weeks from today I'll be driving like hell shuttling my little angels off to school!

Eli spent the day grounded today. He cussed at me yesterday and really ticked me off. Granted, he s-p-e-l-l-e-d the cuss word, but I took it the same. Some days I think though, that grounding the kid is more punishment for me than for him. But, the day is nearing a close, and tomorrow is a new day, right?

Since hubby had a meeting at work yesterday (that actually turned into a 7.5 hour stint) I wasn't able to go grocery shopping. So, because the cupboards were bare and the kids were resorting to eating the cardboard cereal boxes and the packing popcorn in the garage, I decided to brave the store today. With kids. I'll just say, that just minutes into the store, I very clearly remembered why I hate to go shopping with my children. Need I say more?

I have to run....piles of laundry, dishes and toys are awaiting my undivided attention.

Later!

Days 55,56,57,58 & 59

To all that emailed and left comments to make sure I didn't drop off the face of the earth, rest well...I didn't. Sometimes, life just gets in my way and I get caught up in the day to day hurry scurry and I get behind. Sorry for the worry!

Anyway, it's been a whirlwind of a week...fun times, not so fun times and some seriously crazy times thrown in there as well.

Park Day!

Sam cruising his way up the hill to the park


Eli and Chase behind bars...hopefully not a sign of real bars in their future


Gracie and Sam flying out of the twisty slide (I guess Gracie lost her head!)


Uh, Eli? Let him down nicely please!


My swinging beauty


Nap time!


Help! My crown has fallen!

For those of you that know Gracie's extreme shyness, here's proof that she actually smiles!



Gracie's friend 'Big' Sydney posing in her 3-D glasses


Uh oh, I've been caught!


One of my 'best-est' friends in the world! Teri loosening up after a few bottles glasses of wine


Here's Teri looking not so crazy (yes I know it's black and white, I was messing around with the camera)


Another good friend, Robyn, on our way up to Cripple Creek to the casinos!
(I'll tell you the story on this one later, tune in!)

So, as you can see, it's been a crazy-busy week...between hanging with friends and the three days I worked, it's a wonder I made it at all :)

Gotta run...hubby is making a big Sunday breakfast! (seriously?)

Days 53 & 54

Gosh, I didn't know I'd be missed on Day 53! (thanks Lisa!) Again, no catastrophes, just pure laziness on my part.

I think that I may have a graffiti artist in the making here...


When I asked who in the world colored on Sam's back, he answered with a resounding "ME did it!" Really? Wow, forget future graffiti artist, maybe he's really a contortionist in the making.

I worked from 8-2 today and felt very productive...until I got home. I think a tornado hit my house while I was gone, and nobody bothered to clean up after it. I walked into a sink/counter/table full of dishes. Honeycomb cereal cemented to the table with milk. Cut up paper and capless markers littered about. Juice from a Capri-Sun all over the kitchen floor. (dried and sticky of course) I could go on, but I'll spare you the details. I will say though, that I was *mad* about the mess and about it being left on my shoulders to deal with. Granted, I was already a bit stressed out after having been to the doctor's office, grocery store, Supercuts and Blockbuster video (with 4 of the kids) before even returning home from work.

Deep breath....deep breath....deep breath....

Anyway, Eli had another post-op appointment today. Better news this time. The hearing in his left ear last week was at a 'profound' loss--today was much better--loss was only at 36 decibels. And the right ear was at SEVENTEEN! NORMAL! (20 and below is normal, remember?) The doctor had to suction (Stop reading here if you're squeamish...TMI alert) blood clots from Eli's inner ear, sitting right on his ear drum. It was gross, but he thought it was cool of course. (the clots looked like something you'd pull from your nose, only bloody) So, he'll go back in August for some more testing and we'll go from there. A hearing aid is still a possibility for his left ear, but thankfully it's not a probability.

I've got to run...Sam is coming unglued. He only got a mini-nap today. And it shows.

Sam in his most natural state


Tantrum in full swing!

I think I need to pour myself something good :)

Day 52: Family Fun

We bravely ventured out today... with kids in tow, we headed up the mountain to Helen Hunt Falls.

Sam as happy as a clam all buckled up


At the base of The Falls catching some shade...sort of

Josh badly wanted to get in the water, but we had to hold him back because of all the signs that said "Keep Out" (yes, that means you Josh!)


Half-way up to the top...

One hot Mama, taking a breather before I go into heat stroke...still smiling though, but only because I couldn't breathe

Yay! We made it to the top...look at that view of the city!

Part of the reason I'll never leave Colorado

We grabbed the nearest tourist to take our picture

The whole gang

We made our way back to the bottom of the falls--my legs felt like Jell-o! The kids were still raring to go, so after a water break and a short drive, we let em' loose on the "dirt hills".

The hill was so big it made Gracie look like an ant!

We did have a good time, even though it was stinkin' hot outside. The kids were all in good spirits and kept their quabbles and quibbles to a minimum, which was nice.

I'm wiped out now from our day of adventure, so I'll just leave you with this:

The END!! ( Get it? You get it, right? )

Day 51: On a Date With Boys

I was greeted by this bright and early this morning:


And this...



Seriously, wouldn't a bed make for a more comfortable nights sleep?

We did have a pretty good day today...Gracie went to a baby shower themed birthday party for the daughter of one of my girlfriends. She had an awesome good time and left with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step.

Once we arrived home however, Gracie and I walked into tension so thick it was hanging in the air between hubby and the boys. (Eli specifically) Long story short, I decided to take the 3 older boys on a 'date' with just me.

First, we went to Red Robin for lunch which made Eli *very* happy

(Yes, I was as tired as I look!)


My boys with the cheesy smiles

Then, it was off to bowling...

What's up with the dorky bowling shoes?


Caleb in 'mid-bowl' stance (Josh actually gets credit for taking this pic!)


STRIKE!

Caleb said something funny today...he was waiting for his turn to bowl and he said " I'll bet that the people that play baseball don't like bowling because in baseball, a strike is bad, but in bowling it's good!" Okay, it cracked me up at least. Guess you had to be there.

Signing off...whining kids upstairs. Later!

Day 50

Wow...50 days sounds like a milestone. I suppose it is in a way--the kids are all still alive and breathing having survived summer this long. Maybe I should say that *I* am still alive and breathing as *I* have survived summer this far :)

It was a scorcher today so we met a bunch of friends at the pool and splashed around. The sun seems to zap the energy out of me after a while, so I was glad when Sam just wanted me to hold him and not move around too much. He kept yelling out "Hold me tight Mama!"...and that I did. I loved him holding me tight too.

I'm going to kick off this blog early and without much to say--I just wanted to mark the occasion of 50 days of summer under my belt.

Later!

Day 49: Finally Free!

Sam waiting for the ortho tech to remove his cast--he's not so sure!


The Cast Saw...pretty darn scary for a nap-deprived 2 year old


Not one, but two suckers were needed to quell the tears...

I really had no clue that the cast saw would totally freak Sam out. He was thrashing away yelling 'Me no want THAT! You hurting my arm!' and 'STOOOOOP it NOOOOOW!!' Luckily, it only took 3 people to hold him down and one to close the door so he wouldn't scare the other kids waiting in the next room. Thankfully, his x-ray was great--his fracture healed very well.

We had more fun today with friends on the slip n slide...even Gracie loosened up and joined in the fun!

(and since I am too tired to type much more, I'll just post more pictures)

Sam carefully checking out the water to make sure it's the proper temperature


Josh slippin' and slidin'


Gracie's turn!


Eli watching the fun


Gracie posing in yet another too cute suit (she's a natural, huh?)


Sam having a very serious albeit one-sided conversation with Gracie

Okay, I'm done bragging on my kids now...and I'm sure this post was only entertaining to my closest family and loyal reader(s). Hi Mom!

Day 48: Summer Fun

Gracie posing in her too cute suit at Deerfield Hills 'Sprayground'


Some of the gang around the water shooters

Our water fun didn't last too long though...we were only there about a half an hour when all the kids complained that the water was 'too cold'. Okay, whatever kids, it's scorching hot outside and the water is too cold? At least some fun was had and we ended it with a trip to Wendy's for an ice cold Frosty. No complaints of those being too cold!

I really am running out of ideas of things for the kids to do. Fun isn't always cheap. In fact, most of the time, it's darn expensive! I had to turn down a trip to the zoo with friends because it would have cost me $50 just to get in the gate. I'm trying to scout out more free or nearly free things to do--the kids and I both are going a little stir-crazy. Who was the brainiac that thought having almost 3 months of summer vacation was a good idea? Probably some half-wit without kids.

I suppose I should shove off and clean up the kitchen. We made chocolate chip pancakes and a mess for dinner.

And just because he's so darn cute, I am posting yet another picture for your viewing pleasure... (and yes, he IS wearing one pink shoe)

My sweet Sam...whom (who?) will be camo-castless by tomorrow afternoon!

Day 47

Kids create a massive amount of laundry. And each additional child multiplies one’s laundry, or so it seems.( I have five...you do the math!) Lately I’ve been trying harder to stay on top of it (which is really an exercise in stamina because doing laundry is near the top of my very least favorite things to do). I don't mind washing it and throwing it into the dryer, or even folding it freshly dried...but to actually put it all into the proper drawers and closets--no. I hate that part.

I’d rather clean my toilets. And my laundry usually sits in various baskets wrinkling away.

But, laundry day felt ten times worse when I opened up the lid of the washing machine and was greeted by a water-logged Princess Pull-Up. The foam – a grainy, beady mess - had all exploded out and was completely mixed throughout the entire load.

I may have yelled, kicked, and screamed. (Or really wanted to.) I may have even swore.

It had obviously been hiding in a pair of Gracie's pajamas and was clearly out to make my life miserable.

Once that mess was cleaned up, I checked the next load more thoroughly...thank goodness, as I found about 10 wadded up tissues in the pocket of a pair of jeans.

Now that would have made laundry day very unproductive. Anyone know of a good maid that will work for, say, cookies and milk?

Signing off...it's been a long day and I'm all out of Mudslide mix, darn it. Maybe I'll head out for more. It's 5 o'clock somewhere, right?

Day 46

Since I always voice my complaints and stresses here in my blog, I feel a slight need to explain some things, for whatever it’s worth. My kids do not have free reign in our house, even though it might appear that way due to my freely reporting on their crazy messes/mishaps here.

They’ve always been overly curious. And a wee bit daring. But it’s more than that. Many of my friends have told me that their own kids wouldn’t even think about doing some of the things my kids do. As in, it wouldn’t even occur to them that you can dump out an entire box of Cheerios and eat them right there off the floor. Or finger paint the wall with yogurt and lick it off.

Or that it’s a lot of fun to squeeze toothpaste out of the tube. Or carve 12 bars of soap with a unraveled paper clip. Or unroll an entire roll of toilet paper and attempt to flush it down the toilet all at once. Or eat chapstick by the tube. And my favorite, fling the entire contents of a 5lb bag of flour all over the living room. (yes, that DID happen, albeit years ago--I am still quite traumatized by it.)

But my kids? All in a day’s work. And they're very quick about it, too.

So here’s hoping all this ingenuity will someday pay off.

Alrighteeee then, now that I've gotten that off my chest...

I had to trudge Eli back into the doctor today. (can I just say how SICK and TIRED I am of doctors???) He was up last night until around 2am with vertigo and in his words, buzzing in his ear. It got so bad at one point he threw up. So, the doc checked him out and said that unfortunately, things like this are very common after such an ear surgery. Eli will begin a round of steroids today and see how that helps. The doc also did a 'bone line' hearing test and the good news is that Eli does have hearing in his left ear, but it was not at all good hearing. It was down to 49 decibels (when before surgery it was 42..again, below 20 is normal), but he does still have surgical packing under his eardrum--the doc just wanted to check and make sure that his brand spanking new titanium stapes was working at all. It is.

Signing off...I'm now addicted to Mudslides and I'm craving one now. (if you don't know what it is, a mudslide is a wonderfully yummy drink made with rum.)

Day 45: Double Digits

Happy *10th* birthday Caleb!

I can't even fathom how an entire decade has gone by and my second born son is now 10 years old. How does it happen so fast?

Hubby took Caleb out to eat at his restaurant of choice for breakfast this morning. He chose Country Buffet and I gladly let hubby take him there (ewwww!) while I stayed home with the rest of the bunch. Caleb came rolling home after breakfast saying he was feeling sick. I asked him if he felt like he was going to throw up and he replied with "No, I'm just nauseated"...and after the run-down I got from hubby on all that Caleb consumed, it's no wonder. French toast. Cinnamon roll. Pancakes. A 'ton' of bacon. And glass after glass of chocolate milk. The poor kid said he didn't even want any of the birthday cake I was making for him. Luckily, time passed, he didn't throw up and he ended up enjoying a nice big hunk of that birthday cake.

I love you Caleb...you're one of a kind :)

Day 44

I've not been taking very good care of myself lately. Call it laziness if you want, but I think it's more that there is not enough time in my day to take care of everyone else and myself. I'm sure you can relate, right? The thing is that I admit I haven't been taking very good care of myself in the Vanity Department. I figure... "what's the use?" But this morning I took a good look at myself (and my feet-- Holy MOLY! The Feet! and good Lord, the frumpy arms and legs!) and was like "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

I can't think of a good enough excuse why.

I promised told myself way back in November when I had to go on medication for my skyrocketing insulin levels, that by my 34th birthday, I would be 50+ pounds lighter and therefore, healthier. So am I? Uhhhh, nope. I lost nearly 25 pounds though...but then gained back almost 20 of them, so it really doesn't count now does it? I'm almost ready to give up the dream of losing weight. I would never have imagined that at 34 years old, I would have this body and the energy of an 85 year old. I mean, I spent the majority of my teens and very early 20's doing crazy things so that I would never look this way, and yet, here I am. I am having a hard time adjusting to this body (and face!) At times, I feel emotionally exhausted, and just want to stop fighting it and accept it. Nope. Can't do it. I hate being overweight. But, do I hate it enough to do something about it? My mind screams yes, but my mouth(pie-hole) says no most of time, sadly. I freely admit I am a stress-eater, and my life is all about stress lately. I'd rather be a stress-runner mind you, but that's not my lot in life I suppose :)

Anyway, good news on Gracie...her 24 hour culture did NOT show any e-coli. If after 48 hours it has not grown any, we can breath a little easier. She's still running a fever, but she is happy and energetic, very unlike before, thank God. And I'm pretty sure my friends that hosted the bbq last night think I am a total freak now...I dropped off my family and our food for the party and I tearfully told them I had to take Gracie in to the ER ...my insides were literally shaking with dread knowing that my poor princess could have to be put through hell again at the hospital. Sorry friends, not a freak, just worried :(

Hubby and the boys are out at the dollar theater seeing Speed Racer...so I am feeling a little bit of freedom. Hey, when you have 5 kids, having just 2 of them for a while is nice! Think I'll go whip up a mudslide and read a book. Tomorrow is Caleb's birthday, so it'll be hopping around here...gotta rest up while I can!

Later!

Day 43

It seems almost impossible that 14 years has gone by since hubby and I got married. 14 years? Am I even old enough to have been married that long? Apparently so, and sometimes I forget that! Our marriage has not always been easy...in fact, we've had more downs than ups the last few years, but we're hanging on to each other despite it all.

Since we were married on July 4, we decided about 10 years ago, when Eli was 2, that while our children were growing up, instead of celebrating with just the two of us, our anniversary would be a day for the whole family to celebrate...it is in fact, the day we became a family. Hubby is just happy that I am guaranteed to see fireworks on our anniversary :)

Just as we were getting ready to head up the street to a bbq tonight, Gracie woke up from her nap(Nap? She never naps unless she's sick!) and she was HOT. As in 103* fever hot. As soon as I saw the number register on the thermometer, my mind took me back a little in the day..."My back hurts Mama"...and I remembered the occasional "My tummy hurts" over the last couple of days. I put all of that together and I started to panic a little seeing as how she was so sick just weeks ago. I called the pediatrician and he was very concerned--almost ready to admit her to the hospital again without even seeing her. But, I ended up taking her into the ER to see what was going on. Thankfully, our doctor called ahead to the ER and we got in immediately.

Gracie does have another UTI and the ER doc said it was 'starting to brew' in her left kidney. My heart sank when I heard that and I prepared my heart for her to be re-admitted to the hospital...but (thank GOD) Gracie's own doctor said he would just start her on oral antibiotics and wait on the results from a culture before doing that. So, that's where we stand.

Still waiting.

Gracie and I showed up to the bbq 2 hours late, but the party was just getting started anyway in terms of the fireworks. I let myself relax a little (with the help of a couple of mudslides) and kicked back in my chair.

So, here's to another year of marriage...troubles and all.

Day 42: Dizzy is as Dizzy does...

Poor Eli...he's been so dizzy today. He's walking at a slant most of the time. If he lies still, he's okay, but as soon as he sits or stands up, he gets hit with the vertigo. I spoke with the surgeons office today and was told to call if by Saturday he is still dizzy. Eli is also pretty bruised up on his head and the insicion on his wrist from his graft is sore too. But, even with the dizziness and feeling so uncomfortable, Eli is *most* pleasant on codeine and scopalomine!

Gracie went in for a hearing screening today. The doctor that did Eli's surgery said that she should be checked out too since the hearing problems could be hereditary, and for the fact that she tilts her head to one side, cups her ear and says "What?" a lot. Thankfully, her hearing is perfectly normal. Whew...

I'm ditching hubby and the kids tonight to head to a girlfriends house for a bbq. I hear that there is food and margaritas galore...no need to say more :)

Heading out...gotta go!

Day 41

Eli is home. He ended up having a major reconstruction and needed a prosthetic stapes and a vein graft to close up an 'oval window' fistula. (nope, I'm not explaining it..too tired!)


Here he is pre-op...looking good!

Right before being taken back to the OR (yup, that's me... the stay-puffed marshmallow mom)

In the PACU just coming out of anesthesia

Getting a kiss from Mom...

It was a long ordeal and Eli had difficulty with waking up...and then when he did wake up, he couldn't move without being extremely dizzy...and when he was dizzy, he threw up :(

He's on lots of good drugs and resting now.

We're still uncertain as to what happens next, but the surgeon said he was 'hopeful'.

Update later.

Days 39 and 40

Yup, I know...I am behind in blogging again. And I think I am only going to get behind even more as this week goes by. Eli is having his surgery tomorrow, Gracie goes to the doctor on Thursday, our wedding anniversary is on Friday and Caleb's birthday is on Sunday. But, if I look on the bright side, staying insanely busy makes the days go by faster and the faster they go by, the less insane I am with having the kids home for summer. Make sense?

Other than my nonsensical gibberish up above, not much else going on. Status quo. Same old same old. Crying and screaming. Screaming and crying. What else would life be with a housefull of kids?


Signing off to contain the chaos and duct tape up some kids.