Scouty is Four

Scouty turned four a few weeks after the baby was born, but of course I am just getting around to posting it now. She wanted "skaters" (roller skates) just like Kit Kitridge, so she can skate on carpet....and she wanted to go to Brick Oven so she could get a lollypop sunday. She is such a sweet little thing. She helps every day and loves her sisters. I am so glad she is my oldest. Here are a few things about Scout that I want to remember about her at this age:

-She still doesn't go to sleep before 10:00pm on most nights.
-She loves her little joy school class that meets on Tuesdays.
-She doesn't say, "What day is it tomorrow?" She says, "What is the day we are going on?" Or, "What night are we going on?"
-She had a goldfish named Sally for one day, and it died. She had just learned about the resurrection in Sunbeams, and after I tried to break it to her gently that her little Sally had died, she said, "Oh well. She'll be back in three days." She now has no remorse when people or animals die. She just says, "Oh, they'll be back."
-She is worried that every store we go in is going to close on us, and so she doesn't want to go to any stores after about three in the afternoon. I don't know what started this obsession. But no matter what I say, she is sure that the store will close with people in it.
- She loves telling Brooklyn stories.
-She tries to protect Boston from any punishment. She will take beatings to the head, pulling of hair, and doing without her favorite toys (because Boston won't share.), and still feels bad when I put Boston in timeout for all of the above.
-She loves anything that involves a lot of energy, and movement.
- She LOVES to laugh.
-She loves her grandmas and grandpas and all her relatives.
-She teaches me a lot about what life is really meant to be like, and I can't believe how fast the last four years have gone.

I love you Scout.

Brooklyn

Our Valentine came a little early this year.

Brooklyn Kaikala Kamalu

January 30th
7 lbs. 10 oz.
20.5 inches long

Needless to say we are all in love with our new valentine.



This is the first day home, and the girls all had a matching pajama party.


This picture proves I have no pride right? The lovely half hour after birth retaining water picture. :)









Side note:

Scout on Breastfeeding: "Mom, you shouldn't let her drink ALL your milk because if we have a brother one day, he will need some too."

Boston on Breastfeeding: (This was said with a very concerned look) "Baby gonna dink MY test?" translation: Is the baby going to drink MY chest?
I quickly put her worry to rest when I told her she would only eat from mommy. :)

Is it just me or do we quickly forget how many options for release a newborn has and that they choose to employ all options at the same time? Puking, peeing, and pooing all at once. Pretty impressive.

Needless to say, this baby has brought on a slew of questions that mom isn't quite sure how to answer.

"But Mom? How DO you push a baby out?"
"Why do you have a bum-washer?" (About the spray bottle the hospital sends you home with.)
Boston came up to me at the hospital and patted my belly and said, "Oh baby sissy!" To which I replied after pointing, "No, baby sissy is right there see?" Boston gave me a weird look and said, "NO, that's baby Brook-a-lyn." And turning back to my belly and patting said, "This is baby sissy."
Okay, so now my belly has a name. Nice.

The one thing they do seem to understand is that she belongs to us and we are a family. Among all the things they aren't sure about, they never question the need for love, where she came from, and that there is a Heavenly Father in heaven who loves us and is blessing us through every miracle great and small.

I just want to say thank you to everyone for all of your support and well wishes with this little one.
Thanks to our families.
Of course it isn't a surprise that we couldn't make it without you.

Dear Baby,

You are small, but I am HUGE!
Please come soon.

Love,
Mom

P.S. If you come, Scout will also stop telling everyone
that I have a "Big Bopper Belly" (At least I hope)

We love you. Can't wait for you to join this clan.

Scout.....

Mom: "Scout! Come and get your hair done."

Scout: "I don't want to get my hair done."

Mom: "Hurry Scout."

(Scout comes into the bathroom pouting and dragging her feet.)

Scout: "Why do I have to get my hair done? I don't want to."

Mom: "You should be glad that you have a mom who cares about you and helps you
to be clean and comb your hair."

Scout: "Well, Mowgli on Jungle Book didn't have a mom and he liked it."

Mom: "Yeah, and Mowgli only had one pair of undies too."

An unsatisfied silence followed...

Brought to you by Ben...

Sometimes the turns and twirls of the drive are disorienting and dizzying. I know because I have two crazy little squirels that remind me of this daily. However I love them. I love little voices that giggle in your ear in the morning and when I come home from work. I love little hands that reach up and ask "I hold you daddy?". I love making pies with my girls and laugh when it is midnight and they tell me while they make their own with the scraps that it is all "brought to you by Nap-Away" (from Hairspray for those who don't know). I love that they are pure and for them, life is simple. I love that no one has told them they can't accomplish their dreams and that they still believe they can do anything. I love when they ask me "Daddy...don't I look pretty in my new skirt!". And I love that there is one more on the way.



As for the Queen of the house, she may tell you that she is overwhelmed and that life is daft but I can testify to the contrary. She is perfect for the job. I am grateful to her for life, love, and happiness. She has taught and teaches me to be a better me and to love a greater love. She is perfect for me in every way. Love you sweetheart. You can do it!

-Love Me

I Love These...

The problem is I want them all. If you are having a baby or decorating a child's room, don't go to Euphoriababy.com.....

Today

-Boston pooped in her underwear three times.
-Boston colored with black crayon all over her dresser.
-Boston wrecked every bed after I had just made it.
-Boston took decorations off my bookshelf and broke them.
-Boston dumped her lunch all over the counter and smeared it.
-Boston poked me in the eye so that I couldn't see (This was an accident, but does it really matter at this point?)
-Boston took all the books off her bookshelf and started ripping them.
-Boston went to time out.
-Boston wet her pants after doing so well at the "pee part" of potty training.

-Boston told me she loved me.
-Boston gave me hugs and kisses.
-Boston snuggled with me in my bed and told me stories.
-Boston loves without reservation and forgives without question.

-Even though my sanity left me a long time ago, I think I owe her the same.

This post is for the recording of the memory. I love you Boston.

Scout? She has been an angel as always.
Oh how I love being a mother to my little girls.