The Bailey Brag

Lake is all smiles with his math. He is soooo big, you know, with his numbers and his mini pencil!! He is a first class Kindergartener and there isn’t a soul on our street who doesn’t know this!

  So after several colds and stomach bugs we finally decided we all felt up to starting school today! We began with math and were having so much fun it’s the only subject we did all morning. Wheat is now in first grade. He is showing me the six hundred and sixty six people who live in the houses on decimal street. Such an evil genius!! Ha! Must be nice to do math in your underwear!!

What a funny scene…

they are in swimsuits,

soaking wet, in a kayak….

but where is the water???

They don’t care…

Captain River Sol has turned 2…a couple of weeks ago…but nonetheless entered into his new world of all things “big boy”! He is quite the comedian here wearing a pair of extremely undersized opticals from Mr. Potato Head purposely since, you cannot see it in the pic, but he is looking at a book. An intelligent comedian! Ha! He also, since the title of our blog is “The Bailey Brag”, decided a couple of weeks before his birthday to potty train himself and is now in “big undies” full time. No phone calls or e-mails, please, as I had absolutely NOTHING to do with this so I cannot offer up a bit of advice as to how this happened. He just apparently decided he was too good to let his brother’s have one up on him so he took the plunge and hasn’t turned back. I don’t quite know what to do without having a load of cloth diapers to wash every other day. It is still very surreal to me at this point so we are keeping it on the down low…well, until now I guess since I have posted it here. So, enter a new chapter in mine and Jason’s lives as well not being pregnant, nursing a child or diapering a child for the first time in over 7 years…wow…typing that was strange.

 One of the many we planted this year but the very first to show her beautiful smile…

The boyz, standing in front

of our 8 foot tall sunflowers.

Yes, we pick tomatoes in our jammies!

Here’s a pic of a little drifter we had visit us this morning while we were out picking tomatoes for lunch. The boys loved checking him out and when he had enough of us he darted back into the zinnias.

I guess it’s time we join the geek squad (as my brother often refers to himself) and start a blog…after all, ‘everybody’s doin’ it’. We might be one of the few left without one. So, here’s a little glimpse into the life of a Bailey in case any of you were curious. You may laugh out loud (as we often do) or you may be very bored. Who knows…all I know is I have hilarious stories to tell all the time and never have the time to write them down so this will be my new stage. Hope you laugh!!

There aren’t many things worse than getting puked on. It has not happened to me a lot, believe it or not. My biological kids are not big pukers (and I know I will ultimately regret saying this out loud) although River did spit up badly when he was a young tot. Spit up is different, though. Today, River and I got ready for the pool and were laying on my bed in our swim suits playing around with little E when out of no where he projectile vomited all over me, my bed, River and himself. It was one of those moments so unsuspecting that you don’t really even realize what happened for several seconds. I thought someone was shooting fireworks into my bedroom. E isn’t sick, no way could he have just thrown up on me, especially when daddy just got off work at 3 pm to take us all to the pool. He is a little congested and he had just eaten lunch so he was all jacked up just waiting on the right moment. I know I just said there aren’t many things worse than getting puked on, but there is. It’s when the puke itself consists of 5 hour old undigested whole milk yogurt and milk with a fine turkey, cheese and hummus sandwich piled on top of that just moments before. Oh yea. The yogurt was just churning in there waiting for the volcano to get just full enough and hot enough to erupt and boy did it erupt.

My poor River…

He laughed at first before the smell hit him and then his smile instantly became a very sad face and he began crying because, in his own words, “I JUST put this swim suit and swim shirt on and I really wanted to wear it!” Ok, hon. Forget the fact that a child just emptied his stomach onto me and you and the bed and we may not even get to go to the pool now. Let’s cry about the swim suit. I laid E down on my bed (I was holding him when the eruption took place), who incidentally was completely fine and looking at us with a stunned face like he couldn’t figure out why we were panicking. I got the worst of it and was utterly covered…even my hair. I know. River and I began taking off our clothes and as we did we were overwhelmed by the smell and he and I had a moment where we were both looking at each other, face to face, eye to eye, gagging and retching and puking ourselves. He had just eaten a popsicle so that wasn’t too bad. What a sweet moment for a mother and son to share. I tossed all three of us into the shower and scrubbed us like we had never been scrubbed before. E wasn’t too happy about the shower thing. I am sure it was likely breaking all kinds of rules my having him in the shower with me but I don’t really care. My bathroom was 4 feet away. It had to be done. This way, there was only one tub I had to clean afterwards.

Jason lucked out. He walked in the door just after I stripped the bed down and everyone was all clean and there was no sign at all of the utter chaos that took place just moments before. The smell was still there but I guess he is use to walking in to the house from work and it wreaking of the joyful smells of raising children.

And this was only about 30 minutes of my day…….