Weirdest Dream Ever

Okay, so I am just one of those people that is always having weird dreams. But last night, was weirder than most and I remember it better than any of them which makes me wonder, what does it mean? I don't really think that all dreams mean something, but honestly what is going on in my subconscious?!

Dream:
First thing I remember is that I am sitting on a couch, this huge ugly red one. And a kid, I think it was Josh, was pulling on my wedding ring. Suddenly the diamonds just fly off and fall into the couch. I start freaking out and dig around the cushions looking for them. I start pulling out all these random jewels of all shapes and sizes, but none of them are mine. My dream mind says "wow, a lot of people have lost their wedding ring jewels the same place as me."
So I put a few in my pocket to see if they will work on the cheap wire band on my finger (totally not like the one in real life).

Then my mom is there and she says "what are you doing?" I tell her what happened and she says "that's what you get for getting a cheap ring." (which she totally would never say or think and my ring is sweet, not cheap at all) So then I get really mad at my mom and tell her to stop making me feel awful and then I slap her! Weird huh? Then in my dream land I feel awful about it, erase that part of the dream and just ignore her. Like I said, weird.

So then my mom leaves saying "fine, take care of your own kids." I saw "fine." And then I go to another room where Prof. Jones and his wife are sitting there. I tell them my ring predicament and he says "Oh, I have had this kit since I was like 7, let me fix it." So I am really happy as he whips out this huge kit (that looks like something that belongs in the dentist's office). His wife is grinning and tells me it has been his dream to fix jewelry. As she says this, I take super glue and stick this huge hollow cupcake shape jewel onto the band, with another small one. But I think to myself, I am missing one diamond. Then Prof. Jones looks over and sees that I took care of it myself and he is totally bummed because he didn't get to fix it.

Then I hear a baby crying and I go into the other room and Caleb is laying on the table screaming because I have left him there by himself for so long. So what do I do? Leave him and walk down this weird hallway and into another room where I see a few couples watching TV, one of which is my friend Shannon and her husband. I ask them for help watching my kids. So they come running out saying they are late for a game. And I think "jeepers! I am suppose to be in that game!"

So I go running, grab my kids and run to this football game. I set my screaming kids on the sideline and run to the front of this parade where I am suppose to be a the queen bumblebee or something. I am wearing my wedding dress with a little yellow shrug, running down the field. Then I think, "why am I doing this and no one is watching my kids? I can hear them crying."

Then I wake up and Josh and Caleb were both crying, it was 5 am. They didn't go back to sleep. Crazy dream huh? Didn't even make sense in any way. Thus it only adds to my hypochondria-ness that I am pregnant. I always think I am. It is pretty funny. Ha ha, I'll let you know.

I feel so accomplished

I am just dying to tell Tyson all about what I have done this evening, because he is who I tell everything to. But alas, he is at bishopric meeting and unable to take my call if I was to call him. I think the main reason I was able to get anything done is because he is not here and the kids are asleep. :) So let me just tell you about what I did this evening:

-first I went to our neighbor, Becca's house because Josh was dying to go there. He put on his hat, coat and boots, brought me my shoes and walked outside saying "Mama, go." So after being social (a big accomplishment for me) and eating Becca's yummy sweets and pizza, we came back home.

-I got the boys ready for bed all on my own and put them in bed...in the same room. This is Caleb's first night in the crib and surprisingly is going well. I don't know about later, but for now, it is not just good, but amazing. I have been worrying about putting him in there for weeks.

-I cleaned the bathroom.

-I balanced the checking account, something I have never in my life done before but have always needed and wanted to.

-Found the vacuum manual.

-Read the whole thing (not the french half).

-Found out why the vacuum was broken.

-Felt dumb because it actually wasn't broken, it had just shut off so it didn't get overheated. I went and turned on the contraption and sure enough, it runs.

-Now I am relaxing and hoping my husband comes home soon, if not, I might be sleeping.

-Realized that I woke up Josh in the vacuum-turning on process and listening to him babble about the baby guy and snowmen.

Minus the last bullet, I think I did pretty good this evening. I hope Tyson isn't gone this much anymore, but it was sure nice to get so much done. I think I am still like a little kid that wants to show their mom what they did. "Mommy look, I made my bed aren't you proud of me?" Ah, well, someday maybe I will grow up. :)

An Actual Conversation

So Josh has been talking a lot more since Tommy started coming to play everyday. And now Tommy is finally not just talking in front of me (a big step, he refused to speak in my presence for days, I think I scared him) but he talks to me too. What I love though is when Josh and Tommy talk to each other. This is my favorite conversation thus far.

(They are both hovering over Caleb)

Tommy: "Hi Caleb! So cute, Caleb, so cute."

Josh: "Hi Baby Guy, Haha, oh Baby Guy."

Tommy: "No, Josh, its Caleb."

Josh: "No, its Baby Guy."

Tommy: "No, its Caleb."

By this point I am laughing and they both look at me rather confused and wondering why I burst out in laughter at random moments of the day. If only they knew how funny they are.

Midnight Poetry

I have been reading "The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio" which is full of little jingles and poems. So little rhymes have been popping into my head lately. Last night, Caleb kept waking up for some reason, not because he was hungry, apparently he just wanted to say hello. So, I wrote this at 4am. Evelyn Ryan (the lady in the book) is much better at poetry than me, but I hope you enjoy.

"My Darling, Dearest Caleb friend,
This waking up at night must end.

These cooing sounds sure are sweet,
But honestly kid, I am beat.

Close those little eyes my dear,
And rest well knowing that I am near.

Don't even try to fight,
I will turn off this light.

I need to get more rest,
So stop being a cute pest.

We are only a room apart.
Goodnight, AGAIN, little sweetheart."

3 Months

Oh Caleb, how do you keep growing up so fast. It goes by like a blink. Caleb turned 3 months old today and he is so cute. He still doesn't sleep through the night, although he should be, but he does sleep a lot and he is so happy. He hardly ever cries and loves to smile and laugh. It is so precious. How did we get so lucky to have such cute little boys? Although sometimes it is frustrating to be in a house with so many boys and no other girls, I think I like it that way. I am the queen. :) Little Caleb sure makes me happy. He coos and blows raspberries for hours. He LOVES his Daddy. He gets the biggest smiles for him and he will not eat if he can hear Tyson talking, which drives me crazy. His eyes are still a beautiful starlike blue, almost silver around the pupil. He is losing his hair though, the back of his head is totally bald, poor kid. :) But yeah, he is adorable, but I am pretty partial. I love having kids. Josh still loves Caleb, refuses to say Caleb, still calling him "baby." The Lord has blessed us so much. Caleb, I love you. Happy 3 Month Day!

Hi! :)

So I think I watched this video like five times already and all times I was dying laughing. Kids are the best entertainment ever!

Two Sets of Twins

So this past week I have been watching my friend, Emilie's, kids. Each of her boys are just a month and a half older than mine so I felt like there were two sets of twins. I am so thankful the Lord hasn't given me twins, I don't know how it is possible to take care of them. Watching them was a lot of fun, but really exhausting. Josh and Tommy just love each other, which is really cute. They come up with fun games together, mostly it consists of just chasing each other around, but it is fun to watch. Then both the babies usually switch off sleeping and just wanting to be held. It is nice that almost always there is at least one kid sleeping. But I took this pictures in a brief moment when they were all awake. It was so cute, Jack and Caleb kept tipping over and Tommy and Josh kept trying to push them back up which got dangerous, but funny. :) So yeah, that is what I have been up to. Experiencing the life of having twins, twice the exhaustion, but twice the fun. :)