Sunday, December 27, 2009

Words can not describe

I write this next post with a heavy heart. One of my dearest friends has lost her baby. She was due next month. She noticed he wasn't moving and then the doctor couldn't find a heartbeat. Last night she had to deliver her stillborn baby. My heart aches for her and what she is experiencing.

I know it is a cliche to say that I can not imagine what she is going through, but I honestly can not wrap my head around the devastation she must be feeling. This baby was to be her first.

I can not stop thinking and praying for her and her husband. Last night as I was cooking dinner, I turned around and saw Samantha dangling from the open silverware drawer and George up on a kitchen chair dancing. While this scene would have normally sent me into a tizzy of yelling, yesterday was different. Yesterday I felt thankful for my children and all the craziness they bring. I know my family is a gift and I don't know what I would do without them.

Dear baby Rocco, the world was a better place because you were in it. Although your time here was short, your life mattered. You were loved and you are missed. As you watch down from heaven, please watch over your parents and let them feel your loving presence.

Monday, December 21, 2009

The Marten Family Christmas Letter

It is this time of year that you take a look back and count your blessings. We have so many I don’t know where to begin.

Sammy’s wall art has really been improving and I think it has to do with the different mediums she is using. I think she finds she prefers markers to pen because they really cover the canvas better.

Riley has gotten much wittier in her backtalk. I mean she is so mature. the words that are hurled from her sweet eight-year-old lips are really something I would expect to come from a teenager. Second grade has really improved her vocabulary.

George has improved leaps and bounds on his Tae-kwon-do. Riley in particular has really noticed the progress he has made in his flipper kick to her leg.

Cooper, our half lab, has done a really nice job of getting nearly all of his throw up on the hardwood floors, sparing our carpet. I am also happy to report that he has kept the diaper eating to a minimum.

Ben and I collapse on the couch every evening at eight and congratulate ourselves on keeping the children alive one more day. We are also pleased to announce we have cut or wine drinking down to two bottles a night. Cheers!

We can’t even begin to imagine what 2010 may have in store for us and honestly can’t wait for the adventure to begin.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

From the Mouths of Babes

Every Friday a friend of mine and me take turns watching each others kids for a couple hours. Just to give us two hours to do whatever we want without kids. Sometimes that means running errands that would usually take us two hours now take us 30 minutes. This is simply because we don't have to fumble with car seats when we are getting in or out of the car or dealing with tantrums in the aisles or having to stop to wipe noses. Sometimes we just go to a quiet place and get 30 minutes worth of work actually done in 30 minutes. Anyway, her husband is also a firefighter and we like to commiserate together about the joys of being a firefighters wife.

So yesterday I was watching her children (whom I really enjoy.) She has a three-year-old who is literally the size of a five-year-old, Tanner. He is exactly what I imagine my husband looked like when he was that age. She also has a very easy going six month old.

George had been DYING for someone to play the WII with him and he had found the perfect competitor. George and Tanner played for and hour and a half. They were both red cheeked with sweat dripping down the sides of their little faces. Do you know how hard a five and three year old have to work to get sweaty!? These two were playing their tiny hearts out.

I went to the kitchen to unload the dishwasher as George was being a not so gracious winner. That's when I heard Tanner, "George stop.... stop... (I could actually hear the tiny wheels in his head turning) stop busting my balls!"

"What?" George replied in genuine confusion, "what balls?"

"I don't know." Tanner replied in defeated desperation.

"What are you talking about?" George tried to understand.

"I don't know what I am talking about!" Tanner replied.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen I was trying to stifle my laughter like a child in church. Later, when I told the story to my husband he said, "Well, I know where Tanner got that saying," and I was nodding in agreement until he went on, "his mother."

Sunday, December 13, 2009

School Pictures....bring it on!



First of all, I know, I know. I've fallen off the blogging wagon. Well, I am here to let you know that I am picking myself up by my bootstraps and climbing right back on. I will not let you down again, I hope.

Now, take a look at Georgie's school picture. He is smiling so sweetly you can almost see the halo over his perfect little blonde head. Let's rewind a couple hours to when we were getting ready for this angelic photo...

Crap! It is school picture day! Of course, it is also laundry day so
Georgies closet looks pretty pathetic. I rummage through the few shirts left hanging. Oooh, this one has a collar. Wait, that is the one he wore last year for pictures. Let me look through again. Ooooh, darn, that is the same shirt I just looked at. I glance over at George. He is watching me in his jeans and t-shirt that he has already put on in angry anticipation of what I would pick out. George does NOT like dressing up. Between Georgie's stare and the ticking clock I am begining to feel the pressure of finding something halfway decent for him to wear.

Then, it was as if the heaven's opened up and a ray of sunshine from the heavens came down and lit up a shirt with a collar! The angels were singing in my head as I lifted the shirt in victory. However, my choir was soon silenced by a scream coming from my son, "Noooooo! Not a shirt with BUTTONS!" Before I had even said anything he fell on the floor in a seziure like stop, drop, and roll. I just stood there and looked at the shirt. I was in genuine shock. He didn't even have to change what he was wearing. All he had to do was but this shirt on over his t-shirt and he could still wear the jeans.

Unfortunately for George his best attempt at dramatics don't hold a candle to what his sister is capable of so I know consider myself a trained professional in dealing with tantrums. I knelt down and wrestled the shirt on the boy. George contorted his face into what I imagine an angry pug would look like and he stomped his feet all the way from his room to the car.

I followed George to the car and took him to school. As the teacher unloaded him and I waved goodbye and I though, this is going to be a big waste of $25.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

STREAKERRRRRR!


My daughter spends the majority of the day naked. Let me elaborate. First of all, it is the one-year-old, not the eight-year-old. You see, she actually is better at holding her pee if she doesn't wear anything at all. She also takes frequent trips to the bathroom. Many of you are thinking why would taking frequent trips to the bathroom warrant running around the house naked? Let me explain. When Sammy tells you she has to go to the bathroom, it is like a firefighter getting a call. You must stop whatever you are doing IMMEDIATELY. Then, you need to pick her up and run, because you can run faster than she can. Next, you must strip her down. This is partially Sammy's preference. While some are satisfied with merely pulling their pants down, Sammy demands that the pants come completely off. In her perfect world her shirt would also come off every time she has to go, but I have to put my foot down somewhere right? Then repeat this process 6-8 times every day. So in an effort to save time and improve actually getting it in the potty I usually just let her go in the buff after the first visit to the potty.

So yesterday evening was a day like any other day. Ben and I were getting things ready for dinner and Sammy was running around in the nude. Let me add here that calling Riley and George for dinner is one of Sammy's favorite things to do. She runs over to the staircase and cups her tiny hand by her mouth and screams at the top of her baby lungs, "Ri, Georgie, George, Ri!" Although they NEVER come when she calls, she will just continue until Ben or I go over and call them so they'll actually come. Then when she hears the thunderous sound of their feet overhead she takes off sprinting to get to the table first. Although the usually pass her about halfway there.

Back to yesterday evening.... Riley was outside playing with friends when it was time for dinner. I opened the door and stepped out. I couldn't see Riley, so I just yelled, "Riley it's time for dinner!" That is when I heard it. The high pitched, "Ri" giving it all her little lungs could muster. I looked behind me. To my horror I saw a naked one-year-old on the front porch with her tiny hand cupped by her mouth, "RI!" I do a quick scan of the neighborhood, no one appears to be out, thank goodness. Riley runs up and begins laughing at the site of her naked sister calling her for dinner. Oblivious to the situation, Sammy sees that Riley has come for dinner and turns around satisfied that her job here is done and marches her tiny heiny back in the house.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Well it has happened. I have become one of those old people who says, "they grow up so fast."

It happened recently when I noticed that the bath toys were beginning to overflow from their cute little basket on the toilet, to the floor and also in the tub. I thought, 'I should go through those and get rid of a bunch because Riley and George don't even take baths anymore.' It hit me like a bolt of lightning. Riley and George are so big that they take their own showers now. No more shampoo mohawks, no more "count while I hold my breath underwater" (I guess I won't miss that one, it kind of scared me.) No more Santa beards of bubbles for them.

I still have my sweet Sammy Rose to console me. But when exactly did all this happen? Although she is still taking baths, she is already out of her crib and pooping on the potty!

I also recently volunteered at Georgie's school. I was blown away by the changes he has made since last year. Not only was he the leader of the boys pack, but he was embarrassed when I gave him a hug and a kiss when I left school. Just one year before he was clinging to my leg when I would go to his class. Now, it was as if he didn't even know I was there.

STOP! I wish I could grab the planet and dig in my heals and keep it from turning for just a little while.

It is ironic that all this time I have been wishing and hoping for their independence (and I'm not gonna lie, I know how many years it is going to be before they all move out.) and now that they are getting a taste of that independence that I longed for I miss the way it was.

Well, Riley and Sammy have just come barreling down the stairs demanding breakfast and that I get off the computer. Nostalgia over.

Friday, October 30, 2009

The church incedent

So, you may have noticed, as I have, that all my posts have something to do with poop. Ben suggested that I change the title of my blog to the 'poop scoop'. While I considered that, I decided I would redeem myself with a poop-free story. I think it is just that I know that poop is always good for a cheap laugh.

When Ben had first started at the fire department, I was determined to be able to do things that we had once done together by myself. Just because I now had three kids I was not going to hide in my home and never do things just because he was away. So in a brave effort I decided to take the kids to church by myself. At this point Sammy was only a couple months old. I was scared but I knew I had to put on a brave front and not let the enemy (Riley and George) know I was feeling weak.

Things were going along well. I was beginning to feel very proud of myself. We stood up to sing a song and I heard George say, "I'm stuck". I looked down to notice that he had jammed his elbow in the little book shelf that comes out about three inches from the back of each pew. I bent down to pull his elbow out. Suddenly his cries became louder, "I'm stuck, I'M STUCK"

I handed Sammy to the people in the pew behind me. I was later relieved to find out that I knew them. The song is over and people are sitting and the only thing that can still be heard is George now screaming, "I'M STUCK!"

I know in this situation I am supposed to be the calm and cool mother who soothes her child, but for some reason I just can not stop laughing. It may have been a nervous reaction because I found I was also sweating profusely.

People from two pews up and two pews back start helping me get my sons elbow dislodged from the bookshelf. One man began to look in his diaper bag for a screwdriver to undo the shelf. (I was impressed to think he might have a screwdriver in his diaper bag) the people behind me gave me their chap stick to rub on his elbow. The man in front was pulling on the shelf to make in wider and get the elbow out.

I look up and see that our elderly priest has decided to ignore the incident and continue with the service even though it appears that not one person in the congregation is actually paying attention to him. All eyes are on George.

Scenarios start to run through my head. If we have to call an ambulance and Ben has to come to get the elbow out I am going to be so embarrassed. Am I going to have to go up and interrupt the priest and explain to him what is going on? Should I yell, "does anyone have a screwdriver?" in the middle of church.

Riley begins to laugh, I turn and tell her this is not funny. While I try to hide the fact that I myself can not stop laughing. Finally, someone two pews up hands me a tube of lotion that I squirt all over his elbow which slowly becomes dislodged.

And that is what happened when I attempted to take the kids to church by myself. I don't know, poop may be funnier.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Ahhh, Fall



It was a perfect fall day. Riley, George, Sammy and I were all bundled up in our sweatshirts raking the crispy dry leaves into a pile for jumping.

After we finished raking, I sat on the deck watching as the three of them ran to the top of our little hill and jumped blissfully into the leaves. They were laughing and throwing the leaves into the air, it was like a picture in a magazine.

As I watched them I thought, 'this is a perfect moment.' This type of thought always means something is about to go horribly wrong.

"POOOOOOP" Riley and George scatter into the yard running from the pile.

Sammy continues to sit in the leaves with a confused look on her face looking back and forth at all of us, "What? What?"

Riley is in the corner practicing her dramatics, "I am covered in poop!"

Well, it turns out we had built our perfect leaf pile on top of a perfect pile of dog poop. So much for our blissful fall afternoon.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

An oldie but a goodie

This story actually happened this summer, but it is burned into my memory and I think you will enjoy it.

We had decided one summer evening to go have dinner at the Cheesecake Factory and then afterwards we went to the bookstore. I LOVE bookstores. I could spend hours there.

So there we were, the scene was idyllic. I was sitting in a chair reading to Riley and George the cutest book that I was totally into (Stripes, I highly recommend it) and Ben was sitting next to us enthralled in his book. It is usually exactly when I am thinking what a great moment this is that something like this happens.

"EM!" Ben cries. I look up to see Sammy's cute little diaper cover and her diaper inside sitting in front of us, only no Sammy. I hop up and begin searching the aisles. I found her standing in front of the board books, flipping through one of the titles. A sigh of relief comes over me, we found her. Then my relief quickly turns to terror as I notice the pile of poop behind her.

"BEN!" We both stand there staring at the scene, unable to take the next step. All the while Sammy is flipping through her book oblivious to our horror. Ben announces he is going to quickly purchase his book and I am to get the kids to the car.

I am wondering if purchasing a $20 book will negate the fact that my daughter pooped in your store. As I am thinking this I frantically look through my purse for something to clean it up. Of course, I am all out of wipes and all that I have is a cloth diaper. I am bending over trying to wipe it up when Riley walks up behind me, "Did Sammy poop on the floor?"
"No!" I say with the poopy evidence in my hand. "We need to leave now." I scoop up Sammy and quickly usher Riley and George out of the book store.

We are literally running for the exit with a bare bottomed baby when Riley yells to one of the employees, "Excuse me. My sister..."
"Riley, RILEY be quiet"
We get to the car and I strap Sammy into her seat, bottomless. Ben gets into the car with his purchase and we both burst out laughing. I just can't help thinking of the poor person who is closing up that night telling their fellow employees, "you are not going to believe this but someone pooped in the children's section."

It is one of those things you think by your third child you think you have seen it all, and then something like this happens and you realize you haven't.

The moral of the story: Anytime something you have falls on the floor of a public place, just leave it. You never know, someone may have pooped there. You just never know.

Friday, October 16, 2009

The poop and the pond

There is a community pond in my neighborhood right in the entrance and there is a man who brings his dog there to poop and doesn't pick it up. I find I am not easily upset by many things, but for whatever reason this makes me so mad.

The other day George, Sammy and I are heading out of the neighborhood to pick up Riley from swimming when I spot him. There is the man with his 100lb black lab heading toward our pond. I turn away from the exit of the neighborhood and head back in to catch him red handed. "Mom, where are we going?"
"Don't worry about it George." I am on a mission to rid this pond of poo.

As I pull up the car my timing is perfect, the dog is mid-squat ears down. I roll down my window, "excuse me, why do you bring your dog to the pond to poo?" I feel like maybe my argument is dampened because I can not say crap because the kids are in the car.
"Because I don't want to pick it up in my yard." The man replies. Just as I suspected!
"Well the people who live here enjoy this pond and I am sure your gigantic dog takes gigantic poos and we don't want to step in it!" I yell back, again feeling a little foolish that the harshest word I can use is poo.
"So call the mayor!" He says as him and his monsterous lab head back towards their house.

I roll my window up feeling satisfied and head toward the exit once again. George quietly chimes in from the back, "uh Mom, did we drive all the way over here just to tell him that?"
"Yes we did George, yes we did."

Monday, October 12, 2009

A camping we will go

So this weekend we did it, the ultimate in family time... we went camping. We went all out to the woods. We slept in tents, cooked all our meals over an open flame, went on nature hikes, peed in the woods. We did it all.

My husband and I were a little reluctant to go since the temp would go down into the 30's that night and morning. We were also a concerned because camping doesn't always agree with one-year-olds. It was also not ideal because Ben had to work the next day and would have to wake up and leave at 5 a.m.. This would leave him to have to wake up so early, and me to breakdown camp all by my lonesome. But we were going with friends and we knew they would be there for us.

Despite it all we were bound and determined to give our children the experience. I mean they would always remember the camping trip they got to go on with their friends, right?

It turns out we were right, the camping or the cold or the combination of both did not agree with the one year old. She woke up in the night screaming, "STOP, MOM, STOP!" I was looking around like are you serious? Was she upset that I was actually sleeping and she wanted me to stop, what was I doing that I needed to stop? But she continued to scream for me to stop so I had to take her into the car for the sake of the others and spend the remainder of the night there.

Anywho, I was able to break down camp without Ben (although I did have plenty of help from our friends) and make it home.

As we were eating lunch we were all too exhausted to talk. We all smelled like "vagabons" according to Riley and when I looked in the mirror I noticed that I actually had a smear of soot on my cheek.

All of the sudden George pipped up, "Can you even believe we got hot chocolate?"

Are you serious?! That entire camping extravaganza and that is what he took away from it?! Next time we may stick to the backyard.

Friday, October 9, 2009


Excuse me, I need to go clean my sink.

If this doesn't warm your heart...

Yesterday, as usual, Sammy, Georgie and I sat in car line eagerly awaiting Riley's arrival.

Like most afternoons we sat quietly as they read the names and the children headed out to their cars. Riley hears her name and like a rock just released from a slingshot she explodes from the sidewalk and rockets to the car. I wince as she approaches the door hoping she will be able to stop.

As usual once she is inside the once quiet car turns into an explosion of energy. "I GOT A SUCKER AT SCHOOL!" She not so casually announces.

Sammy begins her chorus, "sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker" with her pudgy hand outstretched.

"she got a sucker!" George begins to wail and breaks down into tears of injustice.

I turn around and face the wheel. I take a deep breath and decided to let the situation play itself out. She has been in the car for one minute and that has been one exhausting minute.

We begin our drive out of the school parking lot and the car goes eerily quiet. For a second I am afraid they have all killed each other over a tootsie pop and it would be best not to turn around. I look anyway. They are all sitting quietly happily munching away.

"What happened?' I ask.
"I took a bite and then George took a bite and then we gave Sammy the rest." Riley informs me. I almost burst into tears. While sharing may not be that big a thing to some people, for a mom that has been attempting to instill it in her children for the better part of 7 years, this was quiet a victory.

I know, for all you germaphobes out there, that this story is appalling and there is no happy ending. However, for me, I am willing to overlook the incredible risk of all my kids getting the flu in order to have a quiet ride home.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

I'm cryin'!

Recently, my youngest child (Sammy Rose) has exploded with vocabulary. She has become very vocal in what she wants and has even recently started to narrate her own life. The other night she was having a rough night. I think her last baby teeth are about to make an appearance. Anyway, she was up in her room wailing and then I hear, "I'm cryin'! I'm cryin'!"

Sammy and her big sister Riley share a room. Soon after I hear about Sammy cryin' I hear Riley tell Sammy to be quiet. Through the sniffles Sammy says, "OK." then settles down and goes to sleep.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

A new day

I've decided to take a new turn with my blog. I think I need to write what I know about, my kids. They give me inspiration everyday. They usually leave me laughing and I hope they will leave you laughing to. If not, you can just learn what it is like to live with a bunch of crazies.