Why NOT to have 5 Kids

Grocery shopping is so not fun.  Neither is unloading the car. Nuff said.

Pudding Pops

Do you remember the good ole days of Bill Cosby and Jello Pudding Pops commercials?  I do, and I miss them.  My favorite were the vanilla and chocolate swirled, but I loved the plain chocolate, too.  I've seen some recipes floating around the web and decided to give them a try in hopes of recreating a much missed childhood treat.  Basically, you make pudding and when it's not too hot (but still liquidy) you add in some cool whip.  Not too complicated, so definitely worth a shot. The kids had a great time making them and the swirly ones looked cute in their little cups.  Taste?  Well, not like a real Jello Pupping Pop, but the kids enjoyed them.  I still wish they'd bring the real ones back.

The Dentist

It's a big bad word around here.  I think my children are crazy as I loved going to the dentist when I was a kid.  Of course, the dentist and his family were our friends.  We swam in their pool and went to their house on Christmas Eve and did art projects together and all sorts of stuff.  And then there's the convenient fact that I never once had a cavity.  Bryn has had cavities.  Lots of cavities, with sleepy medicine, and crowns and all the anxiety that goes with it.  Ella hasn't had a cavity, but Bryn makes her nervous.  Owen's only been a few times, and never had an issue, but he still worries.

Silly children!  None of them had any cavities and they all did really well.  Owen did raise his hand in the middle to tell the hygienist, "I don't think I'm very comfortable with what you're doing.  Maybe you should stop."  It made me laugh, but then we still made him finish.

The giant toothbrush was the coolest part.  Just ask Owen.

On the Bench

This picture totally strikes my funny bone.  My baby in a Bumbo on a bench with a .....cat.  I know it should have been a b word so it could fit my theme, but no bears came wandering by.  

Here's the cuteness up close:

It's hard for me to believe surgery was only four days ago. I don't think I'd be smiling yet.

Baby on the Beach

(Preferably sung to the Wiggles "Barbie on the Beach" tune.)  Max was pretty funny at the beach because he was his usual cranky self, until he suddenly enjoyed being dipped in freezing cold ocean water.  Confusing?  Yup.  I don't think we'll try that at home.

I hope you just said, "Awwww," because that is the appropriate response to such cuteness.

It sure is good to have a Grandma at the beach.  One mom and five kids is not the best ratio,

 especially with a newborn.  One Grandma and five kids seems to work just fine.  How does that happen?

People I love, place I love, equals picture I love.

Twins!

I love this picture almost as much as I am grossed out by this picture.  Some of the cousins found a clam (ish type thing) on the beach that was still sealed.  It then got put in a bucket with water and sand and lived on the front porch during beach week.  Today we found it had opened and was sticking its clammy self out.  The kids thought it was pretty cool.  I think maybe it's dying--chowder anyone?