Heaven Help Me

Oh Heaven Help Me He's 3 not 23.....and this is what he was found sitting down to read (sorry study intently) the other night.

It's not unusual for Corey to lay down on the floor each night and read the daily newspaper. This particular night I watch Master Parker go and pick up the paper from the night before and flick through it to find one particular page. He walked over to the couch sat with it on his lap and looked at it for the longest time. In the end it got the better of me so I go to investigate only to be told by Parker "hhmm that one" as he pointed to a girl in a bikini. Firstly I was shocked that this had even been printed in a newspaper as 2008 hottest bodies but for him to pick that page out of all the ones there. Bizare. All I could do was laugh and get his dad to come and see. Now where would a 3 year old learn how to select which girl was the hottest??? What am I in for raising 4 boys?? So please add your name to "follow my blog". Yes I finally got around to doing it and do love comments so much. Besides I think I am going to be needing a lot of super advice with little males and their thinking.....heaven help us all.

WISHY WASHY DAZE Well the past few weeks have been exhausting to say the least. I'm well and got over my surgery but sit here tonight in a daze of tiredness. Chayse woke Sunday morning complaning about headaches and sore eyes. Eventually Corey carried him into the emergency department and he was admitted to go on the drip and flush his body with antibiotics. He has had meningitis apparently and was released yesterday from hospital. I stayed the night with him and got absolutely no sleep. The alarm for his drip went off every hour and had to be topped up for the next 60mls of meds. Talk about annoying!!! 1am, 2am ,3am etc etc. I woke each hour as the nurse came in. It was like a torture system. Anyway he's back at school today running around fit as a fiddle. I really think as sick as he was he enjoyed the one on one time with mum. He kept reaching out to hold my hand all night saying "thanks for staying with me". Today he told me he enjoyed it just being us. So hard when you have 4 kids to give quality time to. So for my wishy washy day (brain wise I think as it's not functioning yet) I've added my favorite pic of Parker and more of him doing his favorite job in the house. The washing (watching it go "round and round" mind you) He is obsessed.

OHH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU SO {make that ouch} Yes I am still here. For days now I've been longing to get on here and read what you've all been up to. Can't believe how much I missed you all. The last two days that was my mission but I just couldn't get up, so sore, so VERY sore. Well they couldn't take the growth without taking the whole ovary as it was to complicated. So I've been told while I was high as a kite on morphine, falling asleep then asking another question. Apparently they've taken a biopsy of it which will take about 14 days for results. I have to see the surgeon again in a month to see what happens next. I'm so hopping it's nothing and it can be left inside the ovary without bother. Just don't want to have to go through this again and I know my doctor definitely didn't want to take my ovary out if he didn't have to, being that I only have one. For all of you who've had stomach surgery you know what I'm talking about when I say I feel 9 months prego. My tummy is so blow up with all that gas so they can look at what they need to. Bother them!! Oh the pain of it all!!!! Anyway thank you so much for all you comments left. They really do brighten up a day, even on a good one. The boys have been great this past week. No fights or wrestles or anything. I've come to the conclusion that it's because I'm sitting around just being with them instead of rushing through the next job we have to tackle. It has been nice to sit back and have longer than usual to chat with each of them. Chayse keeps comming over and massaging my hair, Brodie is very concerned about my dressings etc telling me to call him when they need changing, Logan likes to snuggle with me getting his pillow and blanket out to keep me company and Parker is Parker always by my side or right behind. He's been very entertaining dancing for me as you'll see below. My mum has been a god sent being here all week to pick the boys up from school etc and just keep me company and that wonderful hubby of mine runs on energizer batteries never getting tired. He leaves at 5.30 in the morning then comes in at 7.15 to get the kids up and ready for school before going back to his busy day at 9. So lucky am I... Wonderful parents, wonderful friends (who send THE most beautiful flowers), wonderful boys and wonderful hubby (who right now has all the boys at Giggle and Bounce Playcentre so I have time to rest)............... WHO can rest when there's blogging to catch up on though!!!!!!!!!!! Love to all, hope this finds you and yours all well and that you are all having a chilaxing day. (relaxing and chilling out)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY {but that smile doesn't fool me} The baby of the family turned 3 today. Mum of course was hoping for instant overnight cure of tantrums. No such luck as Master Parker let me know. He started off the day with a beauty and ended with another after his brothers were picked up from school because he wanted to get out of his car seat. Oh boy !!! We have a love hate relationship at the moment. It can only get better. I've always said the 2's were nothing on the 3's but Parker managed to push the limits during his 2nd year and looks like continuing. Fingers crossed he loves me by 4. Happy Birthday gorgeous Boy. {and please treat your mumma well as you'll always be my baby}. XXX Gotta go and play Tickle Monster to a certain 3 year old who thinks he's sneaking up on mum!!

{Stealing mums cakes after my bath. Thought no one was watching}

THE ENCHANTING MR P. Master Parker was declaring this morning that he wanted a bickie. After saying no you've just finished breakfast I hear him spill something on the floor. "Bickie for kitty" he said as I looked at the cat biscuits on the floor. One by one he picked them all up only to run outside with the box and do it again. Well it certainly kept him busy for a while. "Here's bickies kitty" he says in his high pitched babble, putting one in the box and giving one to the kitten. I have been so busy listing on ebay I simply couldn't deny my kids any more mum time so the posting has had to wait. I know I'm slack aren't I.... Corey and I went to the Rouge Traders the other night. Wow can that girl sing. It was great for an oldie like me as she did a lot from INXS, Noiseworks and even Sinead O'Connor. A must if they come to your town.

TWO LITTLE DICKIE HANDS

If you are a regular reader of my blog you would know little Parker has Symbracydactyly Syndrome. He has no bones in one hand and his fingers twist and bend back. What you don't know is that there are two in our family with "dickie hands". My hubby Corey lost the top of one of his fingers in a motorbike accident when he was 17. I clicked these photos of them the other night while they were laying on the floor together. As you can see the youngest outlasted dad again..........

PARKER AFTER HIS FIRST EGG...

BAN THE BLOODY BUNNY..... Easter.... hmm what can I say. Too much chocolate still lurks about in my fridge and I believe my boys are still hyperactive from it all......... let me take you back Chayse had 3 parties to go to on Saturday. Two different groups of friends and yes he got invited to both parties, same day, same time, much to his discust. Well we did half at each. That was annoying enough travel from place to place with three other boys on board over lunch time. Too much sugar with double overload of cake and lollie bags etc . We then had my youngest brothers 30th. We said to the boys please behave and use your manners. Simple request, right. So the night was going great, mind you we were the only family with all boys. Everyone else had either one baby or girls so my boys were having a ball with everyone getting them soft drinks etc. They were dancing around one minute to the band when all of a sudden I've looked up and noticed everyone looking at the front and all the young guys laughing. I stand up to see my eldest two into each other, wrestling but getting more serious by the minute. Ohhh my God. In front of everyone. Corey goes up and drags them off each other and Brodie is now in tears as it's got that serious they are literally trying to punch and hurt each other. I was soooo embarrased...... Mind you they were best friends 5 minutes later while I was left with the embarrasment of it all. Some big misunderstanding because they couldn't hear what the other was saying due to loud music. Well they did behave for the rest of the night and we lasted till midnight. Got the boys home to bed and then Corey was going to head next door to the work shed to get the kids Easter Eggs and bring them home. He sells them you see so I didn't buy them this year. We get the kids to bed and then realise we can't find the keys to the shed. We searched for an hour and I start to panic saying the kids can't wake up to no eggs. Well by 1.30am we had to go and wake his parents and get their keys (family business you see) to get into the shed for bloody eggs...... By now we were so cranky I was cursing the bloody bunny. I was even more grumpy by the end of easter Sunday with kids high on chocolate. You see by the time the aunties and uncles all bring their egg to the kids I'm saying enough is enough. IT"S TOO MUCH................ Hence ban that bloody bunny.

Hope you all had an eventful easter too...... Happy Easter everyone.... no really...... I do mean it........

Confessions of a nudists mum

Yes I too have a nude child lurking in my house. He can be fully clothed one minute and then the next he's naked. He sneaks into the cupboard of plastic cups and unloads them all to play with in the billiard room. No matter what we do he strips off. It's usually only the pants but sometimes he does the fully nuddy. (respectfully leaving his shoes on incase we have to dash out somewhere).

Fingers crossed this is only a 2 year old phase as my other 3 boys missed this venture!!!

Love and daisies Kristen

PS I can hear him rumbling through the cupboard as I type. I guess I should go and see if he's clothed.