Mellow or Tired?

I have noticed that my posts have been a bit kid centered of late. My attempts at composing a new Things That Must Go has been stalled basically because I am not annoyed enough to write any up. Does this mean that I have won the battle, and over come my anger? My surly ways? I sure hope not.

Like Father, Like Son

Hot Hot Hot!

Who saw this never ending heat wave coming. I thought things were bad last summer when we had a couple of weeks of 100 degree weather but it has been miserable since the end of May. We went from extreme flooding to extreme heat. I suppose that after six years of living in Northwest Arkansas the only consistency is inconsistency. Each year is different. I'll take a cold summer next year please.

Christmas in July

This is what everyone is getting for Christmas this year courtesy of my favorite site, passiveagressivenotes.com.

Different This Time

So to shake up the routine abit, my parents came out to visit a few days before the baby was scheduled to arrive in order to help with the kids. It was so fantastic to have help, and it was nice to enjoy my parents company for a few days before I was out of it. My mom and I even got in a morning of shopping and eating out sans kids. The earlier visit did cause us to have a different kind of blessing. We have been very privileged to have my dad here for all the kids blessings. Because my parents had to get back to their store for the fourth of July crowds, we needed to do the blessing rather early. We decided to have the blessing at home instead of church because my wards is so full of selfish crazy idiots who don't immunize their kids and don't stay home when their kids are sick, and there was no way in Hell that I was gonna take a four day old baby into that germ nest. So we had it at home and it was an incredible experience. Spike was blessed by Jeff with just my father to help. It took place after the kids went to bed so I could actually hear what was being said. Jeff mentioned missionary work a lot and overall it was a lovely blessing. I think maybe we will do this from now on, assuming I can ever be persuaded to have any more children. And for the record, his name is JEFFREY SPIKE LARKIN, in the records of the church and the social security office. We call him Spike and expect everyone else to. We are his parents and we have the right to be obnoxious about it. SO DEAL WITH IT.

Oddly enough we didn't get any shots of my parents with the kids this visit, so I am attaching a pic of the guys in the hospital.

Alone Time

Max is a people person; he hates being alone. Punishment for him is being asked to go play in his room or the playroom for awhile. On such a recent occasion Jeff and I asked him to go play in his room and gave him some fruit snacks to make it feel like less of a punishment. Later, Jeff walked by Max's room and saw this under the door. We aren't sure exactly what message Max was trying to send, but we thought it was pretty creative and rewarded him with another package slipped back under the door.

This Little Piggy

Max had normal feet, Mae has really small feet, and it looks to me like Spike has big feet. But perhaps this is just in relation to his skinny chicken legs. Spike loves to be swaddled, more so then the other two seemed to. He wants to be swaddled at all times and cries if he is not. Jeff has a problem though, he cannot seem to stop swaddling Spike too high up. I always have to come and fold down the blanket so the poor kid doesn't smother.