Father's Day A's Game

For Father's Day, we gave Tobin tickets to an A's game.  The game was July 29th, so he had to wait a bit to actually get his present.  Tobin, Peyton, Maryam, and I went to the game together, while the babies stayed home with a babysitter.  Poor Michelle Conover.  They really gave her a run for her money that night!  I believe she ended up putting both babies to bed around 6:30 because they would not stop crying.  I think this means I should leave the house without them more often.

Maryam and Peyton waiting for the BART train

Tobin, Peyton, and Maryam

Lydia and Tobin

Tobin and Peyton

Maryam and Lydia

 We had so much fun at the game!  We rode BART to the coliseum--Peyton and Maryam's first time on a train.  They were really excited to get to ride BART.  I'm not much of a sports person, so I don't even remember if the A's won the game or not.  Afterward, there were fireworks set to broadway show tunes.  The fireworks show was incredible!  One of the best I have ever seen. 

The kids were completely exhausted by the time we headed home.  They both fell asleep on the train ride home.

Sleepy Maryam

Sleeping Peyton

More Posts are Coming . . .

I promise we have been doing stuff.  Not super exciting stuff, just regular life stuff.  I've been trying to get time to post about it.  I almost did post a couple times recently.  But inevitably, there is someone who needs my attention right now, and the blog gets put on hold again.  Oh well.  Suffice it to say, we have had the flu, a cold, and the flu again in the past three weeks.  I'm done with vomiting children now.  No one is allowed to have the flu again.  Ever.  I think we are finally done with puking.  The house has been disinfected.  The laundry is almost all clean.   Phew!

I'll try to get at least one post done this week before I take off on a fun filled birthday trip to see my siblings and parents.  I'm super excited!

Hang on just a bit longer, devoted readers.  (Are there any devoted readers of my blog?  I'm sure I lost any I may have had when I became a delinquent blogger a year or so ago.  Alas . . .)

I'll tease you (and hopefully pique your interest) with a couple recent photos.

Braden - Too cool in pink sunglasses!

Natalie - Ready for her close up!

Tobin, Peyton, and Maryam

The Wisdom of Maryam

Lately, the big kids and I often have discussions about wanting to move and not wanting to move.  They want a bigger house and a yard, so they do want to move.  But they don't want to leave our current house, the only house they've ever known; so they don't want to move.  Tonight when I tucked them into bed, we had another of these complex conversations.  I explained to them that when we bought this house we didn't have any kids and weren't able to have any at that time, so we didn't think about things like needing a yard yet.  (Plus we didn't plan to live in this house this long, but that's another story . . .)

Maryam looked at me, perplexed, and asked, "You couldn't have any kids?" 
I said, "Remember how the doctors had to help Mommy and Daddy get pregnant with Braden and Natalie?  Well, they had to help us get pregnant with you and Peyton too."
She huffed with disdain, "Help you get pregnant?  Ladies don't act like that!"

Oh my!  If only she knew the number of (medical) people who have seen all of my business by now!  I had to work so hard to keep from laughing out loud right there.  I didn't want to hurt her feelings.  She and Peyton don't actually know where babies come from yet, so I'm not sure what she is picturing when she thinks about the doctors helping us get pregnant.  But clearly it is something very un-ladylike!