My very own red head

Today consisted of me actually getting out of the house, somewhat dressed up, on time, wearing make-up and doing a grown up activity. Without children. And my husband only called me one time in the 4 hours I was gone, which is VERY impressive in my book considering he was home with all 4 children. Not too shabby. Although after it was all said and done I need a bloody Mary to recover from the Women's Lifestyle Show at the Peoria Civic Center. Next year I do believe I will drink that bloody Mary before I venture into that madness.

Of course, last night was not quite as smooth. Kaleb stayed the night at a friends house, lucky boy. Mahala woke up at 6 something ish a.m. surely wondering why she had not been bombarded by her little brother yet. Colton is pretty much the easiest kid ever and only makes a teeny tiny bit of noise when he is absolutely starving to death. He gets the pecking order around here, he is number 4. He only cries out for help out of sheer desperation, other then that he tries to fade away as to not get trampled by the mad chaos that regularly ensues at our house, or anywhere we go really. We come in large numbers. Well, then there is Kellin. Ah yes Kellin. His name means mighty warrior, I am beginning to think he is the warrior, and mighty, and I am the war? Or the enemy? Or I am the obstacle in between the warrior and his enemy and I am going to get mowed down in the process of this fight. But he sure does me make me laugh. A LOT. But usually not until later after it is all said and done.

As I stumbled out of my bed at 6:30 a.m. to feed the baby this is how the conversation went:
Mahala: "Where's Kellin"
Me: "In my freakin bed where he has been all freakin night. Why on God's green earth are you up so early." (note this was not a question but rather a complaint as to why any creature in my house finds it acceptable to get up before 8 a.m.)
Mahala: "Why is Kellin in your bed? Is daddy sleeping? Can I go in there?
Me: "NOOOOO! Please don't even WHISPER within 10 feet of my bedroom door. Kellin was up 172 times last night and Daddy didn't get to bed til 2 a.m. because he took the late feeding with Colton. In fact, don't even breathe. Why are you up so early." (Again - not a question, not even a complaint at this point, but an accusation - WHY are YOU up so EARLY)

So as I gracefully stub my toe and walk downstairs with the bottle I get to thinking. What can I do to make this go as smoothly as possible? AHA, I've got it. I brought Colton upstairs, put him in the bouncy seat, dug out a Yoo Hoo from the fridge, shook it real good, got a straw, turned on cartoons and bribed my 6 year old to feed the baby while I showered and the red headed monster and daddy slept peacefully (and more comfortably now that I was out of the bed).

I managed to shower, get out of the house and did not get a phone call until 10:30 a.m. when Mic woke up. Mahala and Baby Colton were watching Saturday Morning cartoons, each with their respective drinks of formula and Yoo Hoo chocolate drink polished off at this point. Kaleb came in about 11 a.m. from his friends. When I got home they were eating lunch, Kellin still in his pajamas, which he stayed in all day until his bath at 7 p.m. after which he was immediately placed in a clean pair of PJ's, why make more laundry for myself right? As if 18 pairs of clothes a day isn't enough for me to wash.

The various other antics of Kellin are far too great to write about in one post, and those are just for today. But I will post a picture of one...... came down to check on him while I was cooking dinner and this is what I found................yes, I have my very own red head.

In case you need a little help deciphering this picture - this is Kellin, in Colton's crib, with his football, pulling off my wall decals. Yes, he has his coat on because he WAS outside playing football, and YES, as I stated, those are his pajamas underneath his coat. It's okay, no need to nominate me for mother of the year, I am a shoe in whether I have your vote or not.