Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The Baloaniest

My house is quiet. Sloane is asleep and Holynd is at dance class with a friend. It's not very often that my house is this quiet. In fact, in a couple-ish (fingers crossed) weeks, my house will be one of the noisiest houses in the neighborhood.

I call Sloane, my "Baloaniest". Sloane radiates so much sweetness it makes your teeth hurt. The first person she asks for when she wakes up is her "Sissy", shortly thereafter it's "Daaa-deeee". She gives kisses with a very loud, "Muah!" sound and if you ask her what sound a piggy makes, she'll snort or maybe even bark. Piggy and puppy sound a lot alike after all.








Sloane has been blessed with her daddy's curls, although, if she was purple with a green nose, I'd still love her just as much. She loves junk food, strawberries, orange juice, tub-tubs and her mi-mi (Blanket).


I'm getting a little sad. Baloanie has been my baby. My tiny baby. She's the one who always wants to cuddle, suck her thumb and cry to me when the toy just won't work the way she wants it to! She also gets extremely mad when she thinks Holynd is going somewhere without her. Thank heaven she's asleep right now or I'd have quite the predicament on my hands.


Although I know from experience that I will no doubt be giving the capacity to love all three of my babies more then anyone ever deemed possible, I still struggle with the idea that Sloane will soon be a big sister. Holynd is someone who sweats determination, stubbornness, leadership (aka bossiness) and independence. She was a big sister from the very beginning.


But Sloane, she is just sweet and I have a feeling that the transition that our little family will go through soon will be an adjustment for her (or maybe just me).


She's just so dang special.


And quite the growth artist.


Head: 80th Percentile

Length: 86th Percentile

Weight: 76th Percentile

**Does not tolerate teething or flu shots well**









Sunday, September 25, 2011

Holynd-isms

First things first. We have to give Uncle Ikie a big CONGRATS for scoring his first touchdown this weekend! Holynd and Sloane love to go watch Ikie practice. Maybe one of these days we'll get to go to a game. It's comforting to watch my mom raise these little boys. It gives me hope that I might be able to figure it out one day. ;)




























I had to help Ikie put his pads on one day before practice. It's complicated!







Now on to the post....







Holynd helping me make cookies.




























Holynd thinks she's a lot older then she is. I can't believe the things she says sometimes. I have to write them down because one day I may need them as blackmail.







*I've been working on giving Holynd choices. Otherwise, she'll let me list off options for days. For example, "Holynd do you want yogurt or applesauce?" "No." "Holynd those are your only two choices" "I want..... I want..... I want....Not yogurt or applesauce" "Sorry, only two choices" "Ok, applesauce". Today she told Matt and I that we couldn't watch what we wanted to on TV. We had to watch the pussy cat (Looney Tunes) and those were our only choices. She even added a snotty 'sorry' at the end of it, just to be extra obnoxious.





*Sweetie and Sweetheart are Holynd two new favorite words. She's always telling me, "That's ok sweetie", "I'll do it sweetheart". I'm not exactly sure where she picked that up because I don't think Matt nor I have ever called the girls sweetie or sweetheart.








*We went to a birthday party yesterday. Sloane was on the floor playing and a little boy tried to interact with her. Sloane, of course, just stared at the little boy and waddled away. Holynd, however, did not stand for this. "That is my baby Sloanie! She is my baby sister!".








*The other day when I asked Holynd if she needed to go potty, she replied, "Nope. I already went at 3, 4, 5, and 6".








*I seem to hear, "Mom! We have a big problem!" from Holynd far too often. She's is never exaggerating when she says this. Whatever she's informing me about is usually a BIG problem.








*About a week ago, I was taking dinner to someone in the ward. Holynd was very confused as to why I was packing up our dinner and putting it in the car. When I told her it was for someone who was sick from church, she thought I meant we were going to see a doctor at the church. When we pulled into our driveway after dropping off the dinner, she said, "But Mom! We still have to go see the doctor at the church! Mom! Drive to the church!".









*Holynd calls Diet Pepsi, "Dee Coke". She loves to bring me a Dee Coke. "Holynd, mommy really needs a Dee Coke" "Ok, Mommy! I can get you a Dee Coke". Sometimes, though, she delegates, "Dad!!!!!!!!!! Bring Mommy a Dee Coke!".







*Holynd has recently figured out how to log-in to my laptop, pull up the Netflix website, find the kids' category and start a cartoon. She also knows how to start a new episode when one gets over. She's really not supposed to get on the laptop without supervision and she knows this. So, when I catch her on the computer when she's not supposed to be, she immediately starts typing feverishly and then says, "I am a mommy and I'm working on this computer."






*We've been shopping for fall clothes. Holynd loves to put on new clothes, but even more then that she LOVES new shoes! One night we were going grocery shopping as a family (Something that hardly ever happens because I quite enjoy grocery shopping ALONE). Holynd really wanted to wear her new shoes. I let her and as we were walking into Walmart she yelled, "Hey all you people!!! Look at my new shoes!!!!".









*Potty training is not my favorite. Let me share an example of what potty training a child like Holynd is like. I catch her in the kitchen standing on her toes. (In Holynd's case, always a warning sign). "Holynd! Hurry and run to the potty! You need to go!" She tries to smile and says, "It's ok Mommy. I don't need to go. I'm squeezing my bum together...". Lovely...


Thursday, September 22, 2011

SOLD!

We sold our Scion.

Yep, it's gone.

Can you believe we held on to a two-door car for that long?

It started to feel like clutter and, anyone who knows me well, knows how I feel about clutter.

My Volvo is now very lonely in our garage. Matt's truck doesn't fit next to the Volvo.

Holynd, however, is thrilled to have an entire parking spot for her Barbie Jeep.

34 weeks today! Baby brother is more then welcome to make an appearance in 3 weeks. I'm moving my anniversary to September if he does, but who cares! We can't wait! Baby brother, if you keep me awake with those fierce rib kicks again.... I may eat some very spicy food as retaliation. Your choice. They say you can taste. Don't give me a reason to see if it's true.

We're off to shop with G-Ma! Gotta get all that shopping in now......

Monday, September 19, 2011

Please let time go by faster....

There was a point a couple of weeks ago where the girls were just going crazy. I was on the verge of running to my room and screaming into a pillow. Instead, I took a deep breath and said a silent prayer. Included in that prayer was the statement, "please let time go by a little faster". I said that without thinking. I really don't want one single day with my girls to go by faster, but during that particular moment, I was stressed. Rather then enjoying their young craziness, I was being selfish and wishing away these moments just because I was so tired.


The Lord seems to know exactly what I need because the last couple of weeks have been particularly rough. I'm at a point in this pregnancy where I'm being extremely humbled. Not having all the energy and vigor I need throughout the day is hard on me. It's not something I'm able to let go of easily. However, every night I lay in bed and I think, "I would do this ten times over for any of my babies. They are perfect."


I've been debating about writing this story down because I'm still in DENIAL that this actually happened. But it did. I know exactly why it happened. It happened because of that tiny little prayer. That tiny, simple moment of weakness when I thought that the Lord needed to give me more to do in order to "make time go by faster".


Why would I ever wish for more to do! That's just ridiculous!


So this is the story. The story that will be called Poopmegeddon by us and our friends. A story which will carry laughs and probably a few tears for many many MANY years to come. It will also mark the beginning of having my humility multiplied times ten, because after this story comes more and more bodily fluids. Oh... bodily fluids. It seems to be fate's favorite choice to keep me "busy", hence, creating an enviroment where "time can go by faster".


Holynd has a favorite playmate. Her name is Kaydence. We love Kaydence and, better yet, we love Kaydence's mom and dad. You see, Kaydence's dad and Holynd's dad went to high school together. When Kaydence comes over to play, stories of high school craziness and laughter fill our home. It's always a very fun time!


Now, something Kaydence and Holynd have in common is that they both contain a sixth-sense. This sixth-sense gives them the power to be able to tell when the other one has to poop. It makes them want to poop at the same time. It also makes them really reluctant to use the bathroom because they are having so much fun, they just don't want to take the time to go.


Kaydence's mom, Nicole, and I try our hardest to make sure that when they are together they take regular potty breaks. But, that can't always prevent all accidents.


On a Saturday night a couple of weeks ago, Kaydence came over with her mom and dad. We ordered Thai food, laughed, chatted, watched football, got the two smaller babies to bed and then settled down to play games. We sent the men downstairs to make sure the two little girls had a movie to watch in the playroom. After all seemed well, we started playing games and having treats. After about an hour of playing games, I noticed something. Something weird. Usually during our get-togethers, the little girls are upstairs every 10-15 minutes asking for snacks, drinks and a new movie. (Because when you're 2.5 and 3, only the first 15 minutes of a movie are interesting). They hadn't done that. In fact, we had been playing games for a good hour without hardly an interruption. I asked Matt to grab our monitors. Our basement is equipped with four cameras. One in each of the girls' rooms and two in the playroom. Matt tried to find them on the monitors, but they weren't in the playroom. My first reaction was that they had somehow gotten outside. My heart started pounding, but then I remembered that the sliding glass door was completely childproofed and unless those girls had figured out how to cut glass, they weren't getting out.


Matt and Vinny went downstairs to see what was going on. When they didn't return right away, Nicole and I headed down too. What we found were our two husbands standing outside the downstairs bathroom door (The same bathroom where "The Day of the Smoke Alarms" had occured.)



The little girls were inside and giggling.





The carpet outside the bathroom was wet.





The door was locked.





Matt and Vinny tried to get the lock to pop open, but it wasn't working and it didn't take long before Nicole noticed something....


"I smell poop" she said.


This made Matt jump up and finally decide that the doorknob was coming off. He brought back his tools and unscrewed the doorknob.


We opened the door to two girls sitting in a sink, half-naked. The bathroom floor covered in two inches of water and...........





poop.


"Are you kidding me!!!!!!!?????" was the expression every single one of us had on our faces.


Both girls had pooped and then tried to clean themselves off in the sink. When the sink finally got clogged, they found that it was a lot of fun to play in a sink full of water and poop.


The carpet was wet clear down the hallway, the floors were wet, all of the vanity drawers were filled with poop and water. The smell was..........


It took every towel in my house, along with a steam cleaner (borrowed from our neighbors at 11pm!) to get the mess cleaned up. After that, everything was bleached, dried out and a lot was just thrown away.


The girls were bathed and eventually fell asleep because being seperated after this event was just a little traumatizing for them.


Afterward, we were all so dumbfounded at the situation that we couldn't help but just laugh. We finally decided to let it go and just finish our game.


We dubbed the night, Poopmegeddon.


This night, for Matt and I, would be followed by, our little girl throwing up all over the kitchen the very next day; Sloane taking off her poopey diaper during a nap and playing in it; Holynd having an accident and then trying to clean it up herself by using an entire roll of toilet paper and clogging the upstairs toilet; Holynd sticking my earrings down Sloane's diaper, which at the time was filled with poop; and finally Holynd peeing in the pantry.


I no longer pray for time to go by faster. If you pray for this, the Lord WILL give you stuff to do. It won't be things that you like. It probably will contain bodily fluids.

So, no more need for time to go by faster. In fact, if I sit around with almost nothing to do for the next 6 weeks, I'll considered myself blessed.


*Nicole, I hope you laughed while reading this because I did. I still can't believe it happened! I'll never forget Vinny washing his feet in our tub afterwards or you shouting, "How do they know!?! How are they always able to poop at the same time?!?!" and I'll definitely never forget Dan asking if my water broke when we called about a steam cleaner! We love you guys! You know you have good friends when they'll help you clean up poop.*

PS: I was having some hard contractions before Poopmegeddon took place. Afterward, I told Matt they were completely gone. Matt looked at me and said, "He probably decided that this was not a situation he wanted to be born into". I don't blame him. It was smelly.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

99.9999999999997%

-Maddox Asher Peterson-

We're PREEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYY sure.

We'll see what he says when he's born. I'm a person that likes to see baby before making a final decision. Except with Holynd. We knew FOR SURE she was our Holl-e-wood from the very beginning. Sloane almost ended up being Lylah, then Violet.

Holynd still thinks we're naming him Gorilla.

Sloane will only oink when we ask her opinion.




49 DAYS LEFT! (Insert Happy Dance Here)