I had another birth on Wednesday and then I rested a bit on Thursday before I had to get ready for another on Friday, which lead me home early Saturday morning. Thank goodness for great childcare! I had Frances come over on Wednesday, and then relieved her with my parents and then Phillip was off on Friday, so he took over for the house hold. Phillip happened to be coming off a 10-day-stretch at work, so both of us are kinda fried when it comes to trying to remember stuff that happened specifically pertaining to the kids. So we are going to do the best we can.
Saturday was Liam's birthday, and we planned to have all his friends over for a Curious George themed birthday, but that really didn't happen. I think this is the last year that we can get by with the no-birthday-party-thing. Liam did ask for a chocolate ice cream cake with circles on it, so we headed out to HEB to pick one up and also stuff to make homemade pizza, which Liam helped to top. He really enjoyed that and enjoyed eating the pizza. After dinner, Liam went to the bathroom and that was the perfect opportunity for us to get the cake out with candles and light them by the time he got back. He came into the kitchen with his cake delightfully sitting on the table with three flickering candles asking to be blown out. His face lit up as we started to sing Happy Birthday to him. I think that was all he wanted. He knew we loved him, and he knew it was his birthday and that meant a special occasion to eat ice cream cake, just for him, and us to sing to him. He ate a lot of it his giant piece of cake, including four oreo cookies that topped it (the circles). I think he had a good time. We are also going to do a belated mini birthday for him at Gigi and Papa's house next weekend.
Sunday, I had a few appointments to go to, and Phillip stayed with the kids. He said that he was changing Annabelle's diaper and a surprise poop was in it and he yelled with great anxiety and haste for Liam to hurry and grab the wipes. Liam came strolling in casually, "Are you calling me?" I think then it wasn't that funny, but it is now looking back. I can just see Phillip with a wiggly baby and a diaper full of doo and almost to the point of panic, calling for help and Liam meandering in with his typical tranquility and unawareness of the desperation of the situation. I wish I would have been there.
On Monday, I made it a point to not leave the house all day. I got the whole house clean and all the laundry done, and Liam, of course was a huge help with it all. He had a couple whine fits, and needed a lot of Mommy attention, which he got. We were working on not whining all day, and I think towards the end of the day he almost got it. He was asking me to turn his light on in his room and he came in with the whiniest of all three-year-old voices asking and I asked him if he would ask nicely without whining. He did, and I went to turn it on. After I did, Liam said, "When I whine, you don't turn my light on." I said, "Yup, thats right! You will get much more help if you ask nicely in normal people words."
Later that day, totally randomly, Liam noticed a spot on his leg. He's been asking about Phillip's and mine freckles and I told him it was a freckle on his thigh. He said, "I have two freckles!", eagerly holding up the number two with his fingers, so enthusiastically.
Today, Tuesday, I had two appointments with moms and Nanny Sharron came out to watch the kids while I was out for a few hours. She said that they got up at 8:20, which I was a little jealous of. I'm kinda bummed they slept so late when I wasn't here. Of course. She then was here while
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