My Baby Ain't No Baby--Jeven's Birthday Interview

He's a whole hand old now. The big 5.

Jeven is an energetic, funny, energetic, sweet, energetic little boy. Did I mention he has a ton of energy?  Yep. Well, he does.

One may have to meet Jeven in person to truly appreciate the Jeven-ness.  But, here's a small glimpse of him.

Me:  You are 5 now!  Can you believe it?

Jeven:  Yeah. Now I'm gooder.

Me:  What was your favorite present this year?

Jeven:  My "pop" gun! 

Me:  Anything else?

Jeven:  My marshmallows.  I LOVE marshmallows!!

Me:  Are they your favorite food?

Jeven:  YEAH!!!  (said with tons of enthusiasm)

Me:  What do you want to be when you grow up?

Jeven:  A farmer.  A horse one.

Me:  But, I thought you were gonna live with mom and dad forever?

Jeven:  You can live with me, at the farm!

Me:  Are you glad you have a sister and 2 brothers?

Jeven:  I'm not glad about the sister but I am glad about the brothers.

Me:  Why?

Jeven:  Because she always fights with me.


Then, he lost interest and left the room. Things to do. Food to eat. If you ask me, Jeven's favorite thing to do is eat. He eats constantly. After breakfast, he will tell me he's "hungry 10 times" which is hungrier than 5 times but not as much as 12 times.
He out weighs his older brother by a good 6 pounds.  But, he hardly ever puts it to good use. Meaning, Jeven is the one that gets picked on. If I was a betting person, I would bet that in a few years, he won't be so easy to pick on.

I love my silly, cheesy, sweet and even energetic little boy.

There's All Kinds

My husband is a man (go figure) and like all men, he enjoys beautiful things. Sometimes, that means beautiful women. But, even I would much rather watch a movie or t.v. show with pretty people on it vs. ugly people.

I've never had to worry about my husband being inappropriate, though. With movies or stuff online. Or even with his manner of speech. We have a young daughter after all.  I think that tends to change how you view women.  And, we've always believed that your eyes are attached to your brain which is attached to your heart. If you're looking at things that you shouldn't look at, your brain is going to think things it shouldn't think and so on....


So, like I said, I've never had much reason to worry.

Until the other night.

My husband was laying in bed, reading a magazine. I was reading my latest Stephanie Plum novel War and Peace.  Everything was peaceful and "normal". ( I always use that term loosely)
Occasionally, I would hear my husband utter "Wow. That's awesome!" or "What a beauty!" and even " I wish I could get me some of that!"
 Then I noticed he was turning his magazine vertical instead of horizontal.

You know, like one would if he was looking at a CENTERFOLD!!!

I glanced over and rolled my eyes.

Not because I'm a cool wife and have no problem with my husband looking at a naked woman that isn't his wife ( although, these days, I would rather he didn't see me naked either.) but because I know my husband. I know what gets him excited.

Would you like to see what gets my husband worked up?

Personally, I think she's had work done.....

Rules That Are Meant To Be Broken

A friend posted about some of the rules in her house, the ones that no one writes down. The rules that you can't even believe you actually have to make and say out loud.

And for some strange reason, she thinks that maybe I have some of those types of rules.  She dared encouraged me to blog about them.

In our house, there's the basic rules. Be nice to each other, don't lie, don't hit, etc... But, of course, with 4 kids, 1 husband (thank Gawd!!) and a miniature zoo, there are some things that always need to be reiterated. Such as:

• We do not lick another person's corn dog. 
• We do not lick our feet (or your sibling's feet) at the kitchen table. If you MUST do it, do it elsewhere. 
• I don't care if you're 6 or 36, if you can't get it into the freakin' toilet, SIT DOWN!!
• Postage stamps are NOT fancy stickers. 
• When drawing a picture of your mother, always, ALWAYS make her butt smaller than it is in real life. Always. 
• The cat is not for throwing at your sister. 
• I don't care if I can't spit your name out when I'm angry. If you know you're guilty, just fess up, even if I did call you by your sibling's name. 
• If mom is sound asleep on the couch during movie time, so sound in fact that she's snoring so loud you can't hear the movie, do not, I repeat, DO NOT wake her up. You've seen the movie approximately 458 times anyways.
• Speaking of movie time, if mom is crying at a movie that she has seen 458 times, do not make fun of her. 
• If I have to pick it up, or tell you to pick it up, more than 3 times, it's going in the garbage. I don't care if it is the Red Power Ranger and he will kill me in my sleep. 
• When your younger brother wakes up, do not tell him it is his birthday. Every day.
• We do not need to break dance at the grocery store. 
• Clothing is NOT optional. 

I'm sure there are many rules left unspoken. Life with kids and a family is just full of unspoken rules that you make up on the fly. But, it wouldn't be nearly as interesting if it wasn't , now would it?

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Seems like I do these type of posts often. You know, the " I've been busy doing _____" posts. But. I have been busy. No foolin'.

We are on the downward slide of the school year.  And, being the "totally with it" mom that I am, we are scrambling to get done on time. Which means lots of yelling  teaching, begging  time management, and bribing  rewarding for a job well done.

I would honestly have to say, the worst thing about home schooling, for me at least, is how much time it takes. When I have other things to do. But, since I'm being honest, some of that stress could be avoided if I was better at the a fore mentioned time management.


We've being playing soccer. In the ever lovin', constant down pour that is Oregon. Here, most sports are played rain or shine. But, Josie likes it and it gets some energy out of her system. And, it's nice to put her pushing/shoving/kicking to good use.
We had her "end of the season" pizza party two nights ago. Where she wrote down a phone number of a friend on a napkin. Which, of course, I threw away. I managed to put off letting her call the friend for 2 days, saying "Not right now. I'm sure they aren't home." Or "No, we have to leave in a few minutes" Or "Our phone doesn't dial those numbers." But, she's on to me.
I confessed.
She cried.
I typed the girl's last name into facebook, thinking maybe her mom had a page. I found an older woman with the same last name, and we have a friend in common!  So, message to common friend sent. We will see what happens. My luck, we will get the phone number, Josie will call, and a play date invitation will be issued. Then, the whole "we don't let you go to anyone's house we don't know REALLY well" card will have to be played. Then, there will be more crying.
But, one crisis at a time, I always say.

The little boys started T-ball this week as well. Jarrett loves, LOVES to run (ran almost 6 miles in an hour for the jog-a-thon) but doesn't have much hitting power. Jeven, hates, HATES (even asked "Is there any sport I can do that I don't have to run?") to run but has more power behind his hitting. Together, they will make one great player!

My husband and I celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary! Yay us!  Looking through our wedding album, it's like we're looking at two different people. We were so young and didn't have a clue. Now that we're older, we still don't have a clue. But, we're having a blast figuring it out as we go. ( :

I've missed blogging, posts run through my mind all the time. But, getting them on here, that's another story. But, don't give up on me!  Eventually, my life will slow down. Right?  WHAT?!! It won't?

Well. Back to the time management thing. I will just have to manage to find the time to blog.  I will do it. Pinkie swear.