Blake loves to help cook. He can make grilled cheese sandwiches all by himself.
Blake is a full-fledged cub scout.
We rarely have a weeknight where we don’t have any after school activities. Between Blake’s piano lessons, swim team practices and cub scout meetings and Nash’s basketball and baseball practices, we are always on the go. And we only have two boys with commitments so far! Thankfully, their school starts and gets out early, so most of the boys’ activities are done before dinnertime.
In general, the boys have been healthier this fall than they were last year. Finn usually only lasts two weeks in between sicknesses, but the older boys seem to be faring better. Nash has only missed one or two days of school which is amazing considering what last fall was like. That doesn’t mean we don’t still do breathing treatments galore for their asthma though. They are so used to having the masks on it doesn’t even phase them anymore. Even Finn doesn’t resist as much as he used to. We amp up the treatments via nebulizer at the first sign of a sniffle or cough to avoid trips to the hospital. When Nash and Crew are healthy, we switch over to maintenance with an inhaler which is so much quicker.
We waited until we were in a regular school routine to start potty training Crew. I had to laugh at the sticker chart I created for him to track his progress. I whipped out a piece of scrap paper, flipped it over and wrote “Crew Potty” on it. That’s it. It was nothing like the elaborate poster board sized train chart I hand drew when we were going through the process with Blake. There were no prizes and half of the time we didn’t even remember to add a sticker. Definitely third child syndrome. I wonder if child number four will even get a chart. But you know what? It did the trick.
We gave Crew’s hand me down nie-nights to Finn since Crew clung more to his binky as a baby than he did to loveys. We thought it was the greatest idea to have a couple of spares around the house in case we couldn’t find one at bedtime. Little did we know, that just encouraged Finn to get attached to all three nie-nights. It’s a little out of control how he insists on bringing them everywhere and he cries and cries if he doesn’t have them all at bedtime.
I remembered today why I NEVER take all of the boys to Costco. Strangers stopped us in every. single. aisle. to ask, “Are those ALL yours?!” or “What is the age gap between them?” or my favorite, “You are SO lucky it’s not four girls!” (while aiming a gun at her head). As if we weren’t drawing enough attention to ourselves, all hell broke loose in the food court. Finn was chucking his shoes at strangers while climbing between sections of our overflowing shopping cart. A grandma was shooting me dirty looks while telling him to “sit down, honey.” Once we finally got our food, Crew started screaming bloody murder because I wouldn’t let him fill up the drinks. I gave Nash that job, who of course spilled soda all over the floor. While dealing with that disaster, Finn escaped, barefoot, and threw an epic tantrum as I attempted to scoop up and contain his squirmy body. Every pair of eyes was locked on us when I declared to my children that we were D.O.N.E. and going home. I threw their uneaten food back into the cart and booked it out of there with two screaming toddlers on my hips and Blake running into people left and right with our shopping cart. It was humiliating.
In addition to baby showers, it seems like it is always time to celebrate the birthday of one of my friends. We usually go to dinner but sometimes we switch it up with a trip to the beach or go all out for a girls’ weekend. Add in our weekly viewings of The Bachelor or The Bachelorette and the calendar fills up quickly with social events. I really value my female interactions; especially living with a house full of boys. Even though Troy is home less than ever, he makes sure that I go to girls’ nights on a regular basis.