Sam loves Grace

Sammy loves Grace with all his heart. Unfortunately, he scares the crap out of her.

As soon as he sees her, he lays on her or puts toys on her or puts a blanket on her face. "Wacie's cwyin" (Sam for "Gracie's crying") is one of the most common things he says to me. He'll run into the kitchen and say it with all the intensity a two year old can muster, "Wacie's cwyin." He will continue to say this louder and louder until I come with him to check on her. If it takes me ten seconds to follow him, he will have said, "WACIE'S CWYIN'" at least ten times. I will then go to the other room and find her hog tied with pencils up her nose. Just kidding, its not that serious but I will find her with all the couch pillow around her in some kind of elaborate fort or with socks stuck on her hands or blocks stacked all around her so that when she tries to roll over she lands her poor little noggin right on a hard corner.

Sam means well. He really does love Grace. She just has to get used to how he show his love...

Dentistry With A View

I was just getting ready to numb a patient for a tooth extraction (#19 for those who are interested in the details). When I looked out my operatory window and spied this scene. I grabbed my little camera and snapped a couple of photos. Most days I get to see some pretty cool stuff like this since the office is right on the river. Honestly, if the windows opened to the office and I had a fishing pole, I could cast my line into the river without effort.

Cereal Time

Everytime I see Sam do this it makes me laugh. It brings me back to when I was a kid and used to do the same thing. I love that the bowl is as big as his gargantuan head. He's got his two big hands firmly grasping the bowl so he can balance it perfectly. I only wish I could have captured him spilling the contents all over his chest.

Daddy is Mean

Look what daddy did to Hannah's cake! She didn't think he was funny. But, luckily, dad had some regular candles and Hannah got to lick the icing off the prank candle. Silly dad!

Monster Truck

The local fairgrounds had a monster truck rally this past weekend. I tried to convince Annie to go with me, but she graciously declined (I think because she was afraid she might like it and she didn't want to find out how redneck she really is!). So, the next night while she was "paling" around with Bill Ay....err (oops)...I mean Lainie, I rounded up the ninos and took them down to the rally. They all had a grand time and thought the monster trucks were cool. Sam has been talking about it ever since. Here are some pictures:

My children take pictures

My children love to take pictures with my phone...every time I plug it in, I get little gems like these...





Yep, this is really what their room looked like...you should have heard the fit they had about cleaning it up. Four kids throwing a fit in unison is quite a sight to behold. Almost as amazing as this mess!!!

When I was a kid...

When I was a kid, my Grandpa fell down the stairs of his basement and bruised his bum. Not just a little bruise, one whole butt cheek was black and blue. I know this because my Grandmother took a picture of it and put it in her photo album. I remember staring with equal parts horror and fascination.

I tell you this because I fell down my front porch steps today. I slipped on the slippery wet wood and down I went. My bum hurts a lot. Unfortunately, no one here seems to care...let me tell you about what my day went like today.

Get up, feed everyone.
Help Cyrus hold up a piece of drywall
Run downstairs and put in a batch of laundry.
Back upstairs to put tape on a few seams
Downstairs to fold the laundry just taken out
Upstairs to hold more drywall
Down the hall to feed Grace
Downstairs to see why Sam is crying
Feed everyone lunch
Hold more drywall
Downstairs to do the dishes
Upstairs to hold more drywall (this involves standing on a ladder and holding really heavy of drywall over my head while Cyrus screws them in then drops a screw then needs to find a different size screw then needs to switch the battery on the screw driver then when my arm almost falls off, I yell at Cyrus to please hurry up!!! then he finally gets the piece up and starts to measure for the next one while I head downstairs)
Downstairs to finish the dishes
Upstairs to hold more drywall (we have 16 very steep stairs!!! By this time, my bum is not only throbbing from my big fall, but also burning from all the up and down)
Downstairs to sweep and vacuum the floors
Upstairs to help hang insulation
Downstairs to check if a light is working
Upstairs to hold wires while Cyrus does some wiring
Downstairs to do another load of wash (I am getting hopelessly behind my three load a day minimum)
Upstairs to tape more seams
Downstairs to nurse Grace
Upstairs to bring Cyrus a drink
Downstairs to make my family dinner
Upstairs to help Cyrus clean the rubble that is left from all the dry-walling
Downstairs to get the kids ready for bed.

With all the up and down you would think I was using a stair-master.

And so it goes every Saturday but this one was worse...my bottom was so sore from falling and still I had to go up and down stairs, up and down ladders all day. What a silly day.

Fortunately for me, my grandma isn't here to put a picture in the family album!!! But here is an almost as humiliating photo of me helping Cyrus hang the drywall.

Things over-heard at the Javadi House

We have been having a lot of fun with friends here at the Javadi house. We had a family move in just after us with five of the nicest children you could ever imagine. Our kids play every day. Mostly they play Pilgrims and Indians with a little sci fi twist....here are a few things overheard in our crazy house...

Carolyn:
"Hannah, you can't touch that it has a magical force field around it!!"

Hannah (walking around with legs stuck inside her shirt):
"Look, I'm a midget troll."

Katie (after coming home with a HUGE hole in her tights)
"I just saw a string and I pulled it. I think that is why I was cold at recess."

Mama:
"Sam don't put soy sauce in the toilet." (Not once, not twice, THREE times Sam has taken the soy sauce out of the cupboard, locked the bathroom door and dumped at least a half a bottle in the toilet...what GIVES, he never gets the Teriyaki sauce or the Worcestershire sauce, always he gets the soy sauce.)

Sam:
"PRETTY!!!!!" (This is one of Sam's favorite words. Today he used it to describe how the bathroom and his naked little body looked after he smeared them both with an entire thing of toothpaste while I was helping Cyrus hang a piece of drywall.)


Katie (after the fire department came to their school to discuss fire safety and gave each of the kids fire hats):

"Our school was full of firemans. They were us!!!!"


Now a few silly things I have seen:

Sam following his lawn mowing dad around the yard wearing a Cinderella dress and casting spells with a Harry Potter wand.

Neighbor kids wearing huge indian head-dress and shooting the other children with a stick.

10 kids (mine and my sweet neighbor's) screaming their heads off while a dog jumped all around them. (While this one looked a VERY funny it made me a little mad since the dog's owner didn't do anything to control his mutt who scared the crud out of the whole crew and made all the babies cry, plus he also licked Grace--the dog not the owner).

A herd of little children sliding down the side of the hill on their bums (the sliding was cute...the grass stains in the aftermath, not so much!)

Kick ball with Sam. He would kick the ball and then run a bit then pick the ball up and head off to do something else. Good thing we had several balls. After a while he just wandered around picking up more balls and lining them up to "count" them...one, two, fee, fee, sebin, nine, ten.