Happy Birthday Zekey Lou! Tomorrow - at 3:20 a.m. to be exact - my middlest buddy Zeke turns the big 3. We are having a party tonight here with our family--- which is why I decided to blog right now-- I just wrote my list of things to clean and then naturally decided to procrastinate. To increase productivity in the long run. After I called my sister for our daily chat #1. I just got done telling her that I really don't have much left to clean... have been doing a little here and there all week... and I'm not going to bother dusting as that would take days. So if you are a guest tonight --- any dust you pick up is FREE! I just am not a duster. I think Gramma Jude always passed that job off to me when I was at home and she had MILLIONS of little brass things sitting everywhere that needed dusting (and mom is thinking - wait, Jenni helped?!). Maybe I did dream that up. I was with Alicia one time when she had called her mom to ask her to pick up a can of "dust" (dusting spray?) for her while she was at Wally World. And I was like what the heck do you dust that you would EVER go through a whole can of dusting spray!? Because the only way my can is ever going to get empty is if 1) child sprays it all over the couch or their bed or the wood floor making it so slippery you can never walk in that spot again or 2) the can gets a hole in the bottom of it. Maybe I will let Mack run the Norwex mitt over the most obvious places when he gets home. :)
So Zeke Louis was born on a Tuesday morning at Regional Medical Center at 3:20 in the morning. He weighed 7lb. 11oz. and was 20" long. He was the only one we "knew" was going to be a boy. Although Jordan, who moonlights as a radiologist, "knew" with all three. He has been our good sleeper - after 8 weeks, I only got up with him maybe three times until the past six months when he has.... regressed. After I had Huck, I didn't put the older boys to bed much for probably two months. So then I started missing it so I started laying down with Zeke before bed. And I ruined EVERYTHING. Now he needs me to lay with him for no less than an hour before I can leave the room. Then he continues to get up and run back and forth from his room to our room 4 or 5 times. Then he shows up at the end of our bed at least once in the middle of the night. And comes in bright-eyed and bushy tailed as soon as day breaks. But he's cute, and all he wants to do is snuggle and watch Angry Birds Play Doh on YouTube on my phone so it's okay. He really is the sweetest little boy ever. I always say You betcha baby! and he responds with You betcha Momma! He is always saying that the dog "sure likes me best!" I sure do like this food! I sure do think so! I sure do wuv you best! He also is a little sh!t. Several times a day he sneaks out the front door wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a smile. We have smashed pop tarts and Nutragrain bars every. where. He climbs in our bed with a can of Pringles on days I just washed the sheets --- not just crumbs, SHARP crumbs. His ears do not work. He is the boss honcho at our house. But we wouldn't trade him for the world -- he keeps our house interesting to say the least. Plus he has a super cute lisp.
Tomorrow we are taking Mack, Zeke, Wesley, and Bennett to Jumping Janes, "Old" McDonalds, and maaaaybe a movie for the big day. I just texted Jordan that I had offered to just have W and B spend the night tonight after the party since we're leaving early in the a.m. anyway. He called back wondering why I am such a glutton for punishment and torturous (word?) things. :) He knows he gets sleepover duty tonight. Momma doesn't lose much sleep without good reason! I also texted him that I had banished Humpy the Happy Humper dog outside. The DD (damn dog) is 10 weeks old. Should 10 week old puppies be humping already?? Jordan said maybe he just has a twitch. We will see what he thinks when DD starts twitching on his leg. Leave it to us to end up with an oversexed dog. Good grief.
Well, I should get back to cleaning. I have two more toilets to go. I cannot tell you how glad I am that I went ahead and bought the toilet seats that "clip" on and off. When the lady was explaining this to me I was thinking no way in pee hell would I be touching the toilet seat in its usually dirtiest part to take it off and clean it. But I do! It takes me a minute to muster up the courage... like when you are about to jump in a cold pool... but I do, and it's yellow/orange and disgusting, but I tell myself it's all probably Mack's pee and how dirty can 5 year old pee be!? (please be just Mack's pee... surely Jordan's aim has been perfected by now.)
Also - in current events, I have chosen to give up on working my one (night - yawn) weekend a month at RMC for now. It was a love-hate relationship - love the excitement and new babies and adult interaction, hate the nights and weekends and holidays and stress those 24 hours brought to our house. Hopefully by the time I am gainfully employed again, I will know what I want to be when I grow up. Probably a lab tech. :) Or a coffee shop owner! Don't get rid of the Old Feedmill yet Papa Gerald!!
It is a beautiful day- Enjoy! The birthday boy can attest because he just peed outside! Facing the golf course! Can't rain on the bday boy's parade though - today or any day. He's just a happy camper.