This is what i have to work with...

Wedding of the Year

Three weeks ago, i gained a new sister!  Mark and Corah finally got married in a speedy beautiful ceremony (in Astoria) followed by a fantastic celebration after.  The whole thing felt surreal, but it did really happen, and it was really perfect.


We started off the trip by first going over the super long bridge that separates Oregon and Washington just for fun, and because our room wasn't ready yet.  Then we ventured on to the Astoria Column for a spectacular but windy view of the entire area.  Which i didn't get a picture of (refer to hand held video recorder for that one).  The boys were such troopers, people were impressed on our way down finding out that they climbed the steps all the way up without any help.  We were pretty surprised too, i knew joey could do it but ian stepped up to the challenge as well.


We stayed two nights and the whole weekend was awesome, despite my apprehension about being trapped in a hotel bedroom with two young boys and an infant.  Especially since joe was in the wedding and i knew he would be occupied for some of the time.  The boys did great, even with their uptight mother snarling at them, YOu better not wake up your sleeping baby brother or else!  They thought the hotel was the coolest thing ever.  Joey's hilarious, he took his shoes off first thing when he stepped into the lobby.  Guess he figured it was like being in someone's house.  Just started walking around in his socks like it was normal.

Ian checking out the new digs

The hotel's death trap they called a "crib."  Yes that's a five inch gap between the mattress and the railing.

Best thing about the hotel was the trolley that runs directly behind it, boys took a ride into downtown with daddy.  Oliver and i walked to meet them for lunch a bit later.

Boys discovering the thrilling taste of Shirley Temples at Rehearsal dinner.

Mr. Chill enjoying the high life.

Getting some tub time in before the big event.  Notice the trolley tracks right outside the window!

This was my view during (free) breakfast in the morning.  Joe had taken the boys earlier while i fed oliver so i was able to come down after and eat ALONE.

And here she is, the STUNNING bride.

Party!

Barges coming in and out

All three were out cold as we arrived home.

      Did i mention that they stayed up til 11:00 the first night then made it to bed just before midnight the night of the wedding?  They were so excited getting back after the rehearsal dinner, that i told them we could watch the tv in bed if they got their jammies on super fast.  Of course they were all over that one since i don't think in their whole life they've ever been allowed to do that.  So we watched some AFV for quite a while until i figured out that they were no more sleepy than when i first turned it on.  But it was a fun treat anyway.                                                                    

Joe said his favorite part of the weekend was hearing all the compliments from people about how beautiful his family is.  I think joey said his favorite was the trolley, i'll have to ask him again.  Mine most definitely was gaining some important perspective, and being reminded of the treasure that i have in my own home.  I know a lot of parents who would have loved to go to a wedding like this and leave the kids at home, but God knew what i needed most was to have them there with us.  I think i was getting to the point where my children were becoming more of a burden to me rather than seeing them as the gifts from God that they are, and it was so refreshing to hear from so so many people over the weekend about how adorable they are and well behaved too.  Not that i needed a pat on the back or anything.  I am well aware of the danger that comes from seeing my children's weakness in behavior or personalities as a reflection of me.  And the flip-side of that is the temptation to think that if they turn out to be perfect well-behaved citizens that i am due all the credit for being an all-out awesome mom.  I pray often asking the Lord to cover my mistakes as a mother.  Only God alone will determine the future of my children.  My responsibility is to train them up in the way they SHOULD go, and the rest is between them and their savior.  Anyway, it was a nice wake-up call for me and my heart was able to refuel with love for my children before heading back into the monotony of diapers, dishes, and laundry.

You didn't really think all 5 of us could look at the camera at the same time did you?

   

Man!  Sooo close.

Aha!

I have proof!  Oliver does actually cry at times.

It's good to be a Ewer boy...

Joey in the garbage can being pushed by ol man.  He could have done that all day. 

My Future

My precious Ian.  No trips to the ER yet, but i know my day is coming.  This is the result of him sitting in his Buzz Lightyear camping chair.  On top of the TABLE.  Let's just say he didn't make it to infinity, and definitely not beyond.

He actually looks pretty good here.  Took a while to get the bleeding to stop, had the nose iced for a bit.  It's amazing how quickly blood gets caked onto the skin.  As you can see, he could care less at this point.

I take it back!

Ummm, what crazy lady wrote that time with joey now is "just heavenly"?  She must have been very well rested and had children asleep for a few hours when she wrote it.  There are still times i want to wring his little neck the whining is sooooooooooo annoying.  I find myself praying out loud, "Lord, please keep me from whining about my child's whining!"  


Ian likes to eat baby food.  Yep, straight out of the container.  He asked for a taste last week, and i gave him some assuming he would realize it's gross and that would be the end of it.  Nope, he wanted the whole thing and then some.  So i'm letting him eat baby food when he asks for it.  Don't tell anyone, but i was secretly a little happy he liked it because now he's at least getting some vegetables in his diet. ;O  But we all know organic baby food ain't cheap.  So i'm going to have to start pureeing my own.  Then putting it into used baby food containers.  Because i have a feeling it's not so much what ian's eating that he likes, but the fact that it comes in a package and looks store bought.  


Oliver's getting seriously fast with his army crawl.  And sweeter and cuter by the day.  His adorable level is just off the charts, disgusting.  He's eating solids twice a day, usually some sort of veggie late morning and mushy banana with oatmeal in the evening.  Breastfeeding same amount.  Oh, and if music starts playing, he gets up on his knees and starts rocking back and forth, it's incredible.


Favorite quotes of the week:


J- "Mommy, I want to tell you something."  "Mommies are better than chocolate cake."






Me (after chatting with joey about how fun it was playing in the ocean)- "Ian, you didn't want to go into the water did you.  Did it scare you?"
I- "The water was moooooooving, Mommy. Did you see the Oceannnnn?"




J- "I like swim class better than T-ball Camp."