Sunday, December 16, 2012

Choo Choo!

First of all, let it be said that there are no original ideas from my little noggin represented in our afternoon.  Thank you Pinterest and Facebook, and creative mothers everywhere.

Polar Express is a BIG DEAL at our house.  I think the girls have watched at least parts of it everyday.  They love the train and the kids and the 'Hot Chocolate' song and the carribou!  Just in the last day or so, they really like 'Santy Cwaus' too!

Our Elf has been showing up sporadically this December - he helps us talk about Santa Claus and naughty and nice and being good even when Momma isn't watching.

Today, Elf showed up with Tickets for the Minivan Express!!

The girls immediately recognized that they were tickets, and we were headed to the Choo Choo train!

Daddy was the Conductor and was yelling "All Aboard!!".

After getting buckled in, they had to show their tickets to get punched (fake style - turns out there is NOT a hole punch in this house.  Trust me.)

And then they got their refreshment!  Hot Chocolate!  (Kate says Chocolat very French-like - adorable!)
Here, they are 'cheers-ing' their Hot Chocolates!

We headed out and looked at Christmas lights.  They loved it!  They were so excited about Chesapeake's trees and the houses with Santas and reindeer!  There were shouts of 'Merry Christmas!' and 'Awesome!'

But Jack was there too.  He put up with our fun and games for a while...and then he didn't anymore.  The ride home was loud and the Hot Chocolate ruined their supper, but this little outing is definitely on our Christmas Traditions list.

Merry Christmas!
The Conductor's Wife

Monday, December 10, 2012



Kate is learning about karma.

About a month ago Jack had just woken from a nap and all of us were playing in his room.  I had changed his diaper and left to go to the laundry room (cloth diapering now...another post, another day).  The girls were up on the big bed with Jack and all three were playing nicely.  I had walked about 4 steps when Jack starting wailing.  Sobbing.  Crying.  He was hurt.

My first thought was that he had rolled off the bed.  At that point he hadn't proven that he was that mobile, but that is where my brain went first.  I high tailed it in there to find all three still on the bed.  I immediately went to Jack and bent to pick him up....and saw four tooth indentations in his little forehead.  Momma saw red.

I asked who did it.  No answer.  Kate was closest, I scooped her up, spanked her, set her in the hallway and told her to go to her room.  When I stepped back Lauren was saying, "I sorry, Jack.  I sorry, Jack." I scooped her up, spanked her, set her in the hallway and told her to go to her room.  It was the first time in my adventures in parenting that it was a very good thing that there was another crying baby who needed me...I might still be yelling and spanking.  Whoa.

Jack calmed almost immediately.

The girls and I had a BIG talk.  About biting, and lying, and someone else getting in trouble for our bad choices, and babies versus big girls, and anger, and forgiveness.  I'm sure they soaked it all up.  Momma was on a roll...and still shaking mad.  It was good for me to just keep talking.

About a week later I came home from work and Hope was chuckling that Kate had told her a big story that day.  I had already told Hope about the incident, and that my suspicions were still on Kate, but I really had no way of proving it.  Kate confessed.  To Hope.  In detail.

Almost every day Kate goes through the pictures in my phone...pauses on the picture below and says "I bite.  Sad day.  Sorry Jackapoo."  If you look up contrite in the dictionary....there's a picture of Kate.

A little boy bit Kate at 'school' last week.



Wednesday, December 5, 2012


When I was in college and then in chiropractic college, I developed then perfected a specific procrastination technique.  A big test would be looming in the near future, and I would begin to plan be able to study.  Notice that I didn't say, "I would begin to study".  Nope, not me.  The prep went something like this:

*Organize notes, books, study guides, notecards, etc.
*Buy new highlighters, pens, notebook, etc.
*Sit down with syllabus and begin the higher math process that would help me arrive at the exact grade I needed to score on specific exam to get an A, B, or C (whatever the case may be).
*Use even higher math skills to determine just how much studying would be required to achieve exact score.
*Clean room
*Clean house
*Be certain all dishes and laundry were done
*Grocery shop and prepare a few meals
*Coordinate with friends to ensure availability for study party group

THEN, I could get to work.

Well, friends, I have completed the aforementioned tasks to now be able to blog again.

I got out of the habit.  We moved, and much settling in was required.  We opened a business, and much work was/is required.  We have three kids still...

Everyday, 4pm, naked.

First I had to organize all my pictures.
Then I had to research new websites to see if I needed to change the way I blog.
Then we had to get family pictures.
Next I had to beg a friend to put family picture on the blog and re-vamp it. (THANK YOU, DAISY!!)
Then I had to buy a desk and lamp and power strip.
Then I had to set up an 'office' in our bedroom....
You get the idea.

I've missed this.  I NEED this.  I need your sweet comments.  I need a record of the fiasco that is everyday life here.  I will (hopefully) one day need a reminder of how hard we worked to achieve our dreams, both professionally and for our family.

So, friends.  I'm back.

Missed ya!
The Momma

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Jack - 4 Months!

I think I missed his 3 month post, but Jack is 4 months old today!

He is sweet and happy and healthy and resilient and loud and chunky and fun!

Last week he got up every hour and a half every night.  This week, he goes to bed at 8pm, up at 2am, then up for the day at 8am.  I like this week more than last week!!!!

My current favorite personality trait:  I lay him across my lap to get ready to feed him.  He chuckles (like a fat kid) for the 13 seconds it takes for me to get my shirt up.  Seriously cannot have a bad day around this baby!

His sisters love him.  Big time.

I leave you with this:

You are loved, little monkey,

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Heart on the Outside

I've heard a quote that goes a little something like this:
Having children is choosing to walk around with your heart on the outside.

True Story.

The girls started "school" today.  It's a sweet, little Mother's Day Out program at a nearby church.  Kate was so excited, and didn't even know when I left.  I had to peel Lauren off my leg and leave her crying.  It made me remember that feeling...and it's a terrible feeling.  

I can force myself to be social, and given a few drinks, I can be the life of the party...BUT, I really don't like new social situations, and can be pretty shy.  Little Lu is a little like her Momma.

They have each other.  It's only two days a week.  I get to spend some quality time with Jack.  They are learning about Jesus.

It still feels like my heart is on the outside...


P.S. I've already called and checked on them...they were outside playing and having fun.  Lu only cried for a couple of minutes, and Kate is accident free!  This may become a really good thing!!!

Thursday, August 30, 2012

From 30,000 Feet

Here is a fly-by to catch up a little.  I want to blog, I do...but I also want to sleep and unpack and meet new friends and hang out with old friends and not have pee all over my house (read on...).  I'll find a routine SOON!

*We are moved!  We are basically settled in to our Edmond rent house.  Upon arriving, both Dan and I had a moment of "What have we done!?!".  Not because of the move, but because of the house.  Empty, slightly dirty, not lived in for months houses are pause worthy.  We decided it would just be extra motivation to work hard and be ready to buy a house soon.  Now that we are unpacked, clean, and semi-settled in, we are completely content.  It is larger than our ABQ rent house and in PERFECT location to the new office and the parts of town that we will need to frequent.  Also a super plus, all hard surface flooring!!  Rental carpet plus toddlers is gross.

*We are potty training the girls.  Well, the plan was to do both, but Lauren is just not ready.  She took the move harder, has been more fragile, and just didn't embrace the potty.  Day one was of the longest days of my life.  Day two, Kate had one accident and Lauren about broke her face smiling when I asked her if she wanted to put a diaper back on.  Day three, today, I would say (in a whisper, while knocking on wood, and spelling out the big words) that Kate is p-o-t-t-y  t-r-a-i-n-e-d (except at night, I just don't have it in me to change sheets in the middle of the night and she has never woken up dry).  And Lauren is happy.  She cheers for Kate, doesn't seem in the LEAST jealous of us making a big deal about her going potty or her big girl panties, and smiles every time we put a diaper back on her.  One less baby in diapers....huge victory!!

*Two tiny potty training stories.
1) I wish you could see how fearless they are with one another.  While one is on the potty, the other is all up in her business.  Trying to look and see what's going on, pushing her to the side to see if anything is in the potty yet, getting hands way too close to places....YIKES!!
2) Never leave a naked child on a potty.  OOPS!  Today, Kate was sitting on her potty chair in the living room (Why the living room instead of the bathroom, you ask?  Well, because she has to sit there A LOT AND FOR A LONG TIME, and there are two other babies to take care of.  I'm not nursing Jack while sitting on the floor next to the toilet.  Yip, this week I have weighed decisions like this: is it grosser to have a baby sitting on the potty (usually not going) in the kitchen, or is it grosser to nurse a baby while sitting WAY close to a real potty.  Never in my life....).  Anywho...Kate was thinking about trying to maybe pee when the phone rang.  And I left the room to answer it.  And when I came back two little girls and the insert into the potty chair were missing.  And there were little drips of liquid across the floor.  And there was giggling coming from the bathroom.  Heart Stopped.  Don't worry, they were just dumping it in and flushing it.  And Lauren was just there cheering her on.  And.....I'm grateful that it's laminate flooring.

*We learned two things about Jack on the move here.  1) He hates his car seat and is not afraid to say it.  2)  He is not a fan of bottle feeding.  We left our kids with Dodie and Pop in Laverne on Saturday to come to the city and unpack and settle a little before they brought them to us on Sunday.  We were away from them about 24 hours.  Jack ate 4 times.  When his preferred milk dispenser is nearby, he still eats about every 2-3 hours.  Poor baby.  Poor Dodie and Pop!

*Jack has had some super firsts this week.

He is sitting up in his bumbo!

He gets to swing!  Due to the interference of his older sisters this was not possible in the ABQ house.  There is room in HIS room now, and we can shut the door and swing in peace! 

*We are just where we are supposed to be.  There is a LOT of scary in this transition.  But there is a lot of provision, and peace, and expectation of the good that is to come!

Our new office!  Open Oct 1 (hopefully!!!!)

Love from OK,

Friday, August 17, 2012

The Big Girl Who Cried Wolf

When Dan and I were first dating, we would sit in my living room and dream.  We would talk about our chiropractic lives and where we might be in 5, 10, 20 years.  Dan would throw out hair brained ideas like moving to Costa Rica and practicing family, no attachments.  I would match his boldness and throw out ideas like opening our own practice as 'you know, business partners, or maybe more, if you want'. My hair brained ideas came with lots of kids and living close to my family.  Well, folks, I can be both very persuasive and equally persistent.

The Prince family will be moving to Edmond, OK one week from today!  We will be opening our own practice, Prince Chiropractic Wellness Center, on October 1!  

The crying wolf part comes in in that I have talked about moving back 'home' for as long as I've lived away.  I'm a Momma's girl.  And a Daddy's girl.  And a hands-on aunt.  And, (maybe sadly given that I've been away from Oklahoma for over ten years) most of my best friends are in Oklahoma.  People would ask when we were going to move closer to home and I would say "Soon!"...and I've been saying "Soon!" for at least 4 years!

It has taken longer than we hoped.  Some things haven't gone as smoothly as we would have liked...bad time to sell our house, surprise timing with baby Jack, etc.  Overall, though, we have seen the hand of God move through this process.  We've seen his protection from bad decisions being made too hastily, in how some things worked out with perfect timing, in how much we needed little Jack - even though we didn't know we were ready.

There has been lots of planning and praying and fighting and redo-ing and apologizing going on in this house. We are ready.  We are excited for our Oklahoma life to begin!

(I have the CUTEST video of Kate saying "Go Pokes!" that I cannot get posted.  So sad...know that she rearranges the consonants everytime...."Bo Cokes!", "Ko Bokes!", "Po Gokes!".  Totally adorable.)

And now, so I'll never forget the three months when a 12x12 room served three purposes:

Command Central for Planning the Move

Jack's Nursery

Our Bedroom

The Okie Momma!!!!

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Ugh...Part 2 (Every Mother's Middle Name)


My friend said that someone told her that when you push out a baby, they fill the void with 8 pounds of guilt. That seems just about right.

Maybe the guilt comes from having to go back to work and not wanting to.
Maybe from having to go back to work and REALLY wanting to.

Maybe the guilt comes from a change in the 'normal' - new baby, sick baby, needy baby requiring something that changes the day to day routine of the older kiddos.

Maybe it comes from seeing behaviors in them that you recognize and don't love about yourself.

Maybe it comes by way of other moms who seem to have it more together, with better stuff, and better behaved children.

The list above is probably endless.  Maybe you have adult children and I can't even imagine that list yet.

My latest is centered around the girls.  Jack is a good baby, but he's just a baby, and when he needs me, he needs me right now.  I used to be at the B's beck and call.  We played together most of the time.  Sure, they did some things alone, but I was involved...whether in the same room, or initiating the play and then stepping out to get something done...somehow involved.  Since Jack, that has changed.  Yes, they are older.  Yes, they SHOULD be getting more independent and imaginative enough to play without a cruise director...BUT, here's a typical scenario:

We are all in the living room, girls and momma in the floor playing.
Jack cries.
Momma goes to Jack and settles in to nurse him.
K grabs L's hand and heads down to the hall to their room.
Then they close the door and proceed to be OK and even *horror* giggle and laugh without me!!!

Would I rather they sit at my feet and cry until I'm done with Jack?  NO.
Would I rather not be breastfeeding baby Jack? NO.
Do the abovementioned, logical arguments make it sting less?  NO.

Other sources of guilt:
I rarely sit and rock Jack.  If he's happy or asleep, I put him down and go to the girls.
I rarely get out of the house to do fun things with the girls.  I could.  They are social little B's and would love it.  I just don't.

I'm loving it.  I wouldn't have it any other way.  I know your brand of guilt is different than mine...but I think it's one of those sweet, common, inevitable bonds of motherhood.


Tuesday, August 7, 2012


Dan and I have accountabilibuddies for everything...our walk with the Lord, working out, being good parents, chiropractic, etc.  I have decided that my blog is sucking (for lack of a better word) because I have no accountabilibuddy!  SO...all of you, or Mom if you happen to be the only person who reads this, will now be my buddies.

Blogs needed to catch up with all I need to tell you:
1. Ugh...Part 2 (aka: Every Mother's Middle Name)
2. The Little Big Boy Girl Who Cried Wolf
3. Truce
4. Book Report
5. Red River
6. Working Girl

Yip, those are all blogs that are mostly complete in my brain and haven't made it to my fingers to make it to the world wide interweb.  You know why???  Well, that's easy.  I know of five websites to visit.  Period.  I sit down at night with the thought of doing a blog and it goes something like this: to read all my friends recent blogs to sign up for any giveaways to see if I need to rearrange moooolah as to not overdraft any of our accounts to catch up on current events (heeheehee) and then I never move passed that website.  I sit and pin things that I'll probably never do/own/make/wear.

And then I'm so tired that I tell myself I'll blog tomorrow.  So, are my buddy now.  6 blogs in the next two weeks or else....I don't know, ban me from pinterest!?!?!?

Sometimes having a sister is sweet.

Sometimes, not so much.

I cut Kate's bangs.  I have curly hair, I knew better.  Big mistake, big...huge.

This is their morning ritual...breakfast inside then reading, chatting, and drinks on the patio.

I got nothin'.  They're weird.

Kate is the master mimic-er of late.

Eat. Her. With. A. Spoon.

I don't have time to blog, but I certainly make time to accessorize them ridiculously.  Lu was so not impressed.  Bug thought it was aahhhsssshhhhum (awesome)!

I do love me some Jack-E-Poo.  He is more fun everyday...yet still the least photographed of my children.


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

My Mister

Jack is 2 months old!!

Weight: 13 pounds 
Clothes: 3 month (but I need to get out the 3-6 mo)
Eating: Still every 2-2.5 hours during the day and sometimes he makes it 4 hours at night!

Not a Super Fan Of: his sisters bracelets...he knew he looked girly!! 

Loves: his sisters, sleeping in Momma's bed, bouncing in a tall persons arms.

And he smiles!!!  And not just when he, looks you in the eye, and smiles.  LOVE.

You are loved, chunky monkey,

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Ugh. Part 1

Disclaimer: I'm fine.

This shiz is hard.  Like running a marathon after pulling an all-nighter studying for organic chemistry after you broke up with your first love hard.  (See what I did there...physical, mental, emotional exhaustion...)

I think something happens at about seven weeks post-partum...something not nice.  I was blind sided by how I've felt the last week+, but then, a few sleepless nights later, I remembered this happening about this same time with the girls.  So now, I have a theory.

Step 1:  It all starts at the six week post-partum check-up.  You have an expectation and that expectation is not fulfilled.  You expect that the doctor is going to come in applauding and with deep admiration in her eyes.  After all, the last time she saw you, she witnessed you survive child birth.  You expect something like, "That was the worst labor I have ever attended, you for sure had the longest, strongest, worst labor and then birthed the biggest baby ever...YOU ARE THE WOMAN!"  Nothing doin'.  You get normal small talk, maybe she comments that you look nice, but of course you's the first time you've left the house in six weeks and you have on make-up!  Then comes the exam.  Twenty seconds later, after the least thorough check up you've ever had, she says, "Everything looks great, you can return to your normal routines."  Come again???  You lay there thinking, "There is no way anything looks great or that anything will ever be normal were there, surely you remember the terrible thing that happened to me six weeks ago...please?? What???"  And this lack of justification begins a nasty downward spiral.

Step 2:  Your hormones go nuts.  About the time you think you've avoided the 'baby blues' all together, suddenly you can't ask your husband to turn down the TV without bawling about it. And your hair starts to fall out.  And your face can't decide if you should look like a dry, wrinkly old woman, or a greasy, pimply teenager.  Also, those 'I'm so happy, and he's so cute' endorphins have made their you're just surviving and he's just the guy who keeps waking you up.  Hormones.

Step 3:  Momma's tired.  You still get 3-4 hours of uninterrupted sleep max.  Add to those very short nights, ever lengthening days as baby is now awake more during the day.  He's awake, but still kinda just a blob.  He doesn't want to look at a toy, or lay on the floor and watch his sisters play.  Nope, he wants to be held... preferably while you're standing and doing a steady, but gentle bounce.

Step 4:  You get sick.  With the girls it was an unexplained fever for a few days.  This time it's mastitis.  My theory here is that your body needs you to take it easy for a few days, so it just figuratively pushes you down like a mean bully in between classes in high school.

Step 5:  Pride rears it's ugly head.  You could ask for help.  You could call a friend or mom or babysitter.  You could let the house go and just order supper and make your husband pick it up on his way home...but you don't.  Because it should be getting easier, not harder.  Everyone expects that you've made it through the worst part, so to call now would be to admit defeat.  Stupid you.

Steps 1-5 are my theory on why weeks 6-9 are harder than weeks 0-3.  And, like I said, I had forgotten (and it has only been 18 months!!).  So, dear blog reading friends, while it may not be true for everyone, what if it is for your friend?  When you drop off dinner for her on her second day home with her sweet newborn set an alarm in your phone to come back over in 6 weeks.  Then, don't call, just show up.  Let her cry for a while ('cause she will), make her eat something ('cause she hasn't), then make her go lay down and you bounce that chunky monkey that was once her tiny newborn.

Happy it's week 9!

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Watch Your Language!

The girls are talking more all the time.  They babble to themselves, they babble to each other, and they mimic everything that comes out of our mouths.  However, they are still missing some very important consonant sounds.  It's cute.  I'm not worried that one day they won't be able to enunciate a 't' from a 'p' sound, or an 'l' from a 'y'...but today, it is just not in their skill set.

I have admitted before that I am a "Friends" junkie.  I love them...they are my friends...I never tire of the reruns.  So, immediately upon trying to work on phonics with the girls a specific episode came to mind.  Maybe you know it, maybe you don't....

Here's how it plays out at our house.  Baby Girl says, "yyyyight on".  Momma says, "Baby, look at Momma's mouth - la, la, la, light on."  Baby Girl says, "ya, ya, ya yyyyight on!" and then claps for herself.  Baby Girl says, "soat peeese".  Momma says, "Baby, look at my mouth - pa, pa, pa soap please."  Baby Girl says, "pa, pa, pa soat peeeese" and then jumps up and down, so proud.

I feel ya, Phoebe...I feel ya!

Glad I'm not a Teacher,

My Menfolk!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Patent Pending

Today.  Because it's a little humid (by desert standards) and my swamp cooler is not keeping up...
Today.  Because I spent time cleaning dried up, soaked in spit up off the couch...
Today.  Because I actually said the words, "WE DO NOT TOUCH POOP!"..
Today.  Because I got to leave the house for an hour and half this morning and came back and acted like I forgot how to be a mom...

I'm going to share with you my brilliant idea.  Copyrighted, patent pending, don't steal it 'cause I really think it's clever and someday when I have the time to look up the phone number to talk to someone who might care I may actually do something with it...are you ready?  Brilliant, I tell you.

You know how all diapers have little cartoon designs on the waistband.  I think that's stupid.  Especially the Preemie through 2 sizes.  Infants don't know who Mickey is, people.  Well, I think there should be little cartoons for Mommas on there.  Maybe sweet words of encouragement.  Maybe just nothing, 'cause sometimes nothing is funny and encouragement just makes you cry.

Here are some of my ideas:

Funny Reminders Ecard: Lessons in Womanhood: You are only helpless while your nail polish is wet. Even then, you could pull a trigger if you had to.


All copied from Pinterest - sources varied.


You can do it, only 24 more diapers today!

Be thorough, she may change your diaper someday (thanks Josh!).

Potty training is harder than this.

Have you eaten today?  Take a vitamin!

As you can tell, it's been one of those days.  I paint a pretty picture on this blog...because 'pretty' is usually what's in my heart about these youngins.  But, there are days that if this was a real job, and these three were my boss...I'd quit and fly 'em the bird on my way out!

Eating chocolate instead of drinking,