Happy Business Acquisition Day!!

So, Dave reminded me this morning that today is the 1 year anniversary of his purchase of the practice. Where did the time go? It doesn't seem possible that it has been 12 months. We are just getting the hang of owning a business and learning how to grow the business. Lots of fun stuff ahead for Dave with the practice too. I'm so proud of him and all he is accomplishing. It's awesome to know that he loves to go to work everyday and helps people (especially our family) doing so.

Dave didn't see patients today until 4 so we finished up an apartment for the tenant to move-in today and ran to Walmart for a few essentials. The rest of the day was crazy with kids in and out to various places. By the time kids were in bed neither Dave or I had eaten dinner. We celebrated the business by getting burgers & fries from Chili's takeout. Happy anniversary babe. Here's to being in the black since month one!!

R.I.P. Lincoln

We've had a lot of extra activities going on that really helped the month fly by. Last Monday we had the sister missionaries over for dinner. All the kids, especially the boys, love to have the sisters here for dinner. They show off all their tricks and Mom and Dad can barely get a conversation in all night because they all want to talk at the same time.

On Tuesday, Jessie had a concert at school for Music for Minors where the kids shared all the songs they learned this year. Jessie took her job seriously the entire concert. She knew every word of the songs and seemed to furrow her brow in concentration during the fast ones. I took Logan and Syd, who was sleeping in her car seat. Dave took Toby to his soccer game that night which made things easier on me at the concert. I happened to remember to take a small bag of Skittles in case I needed them to keep Coop quiet and interested. It was a good thing because half way through the concert he was ready for bed and started to get disruptive. I opened the bag of Skittles and told Logan to tap my knee quietly if he wanted another one. Worked like a charm and he was quiet the entire time. Just to keep things in perspective, unfortunately, sugar makes this boy tick. I call him my candy bloodhound and we don't have it in the house that often. We played at the park a little while after and headed home for bed.

On Wednesday, Jessie and Toby had a special surprise because they got to go to an Oakland A's game with their Thompson friends. We swapped our 2 oldest for their 2 youngest so they could enjoy the game without little ones to take care of. Dave and I were a little worried about Toby being at the game. We call him our sight hound because he will bolt through a crowd to get to what he wants without even thinking about asking Mom or Dad. Dave suggested to the Thompsons that it might help if they took a rope for everyone to hang on to through the crowds. They did and it worked great. Jessie liked cheering , "Go A's!"with her girlfriends, and Toby like watching the score board and the players, and eating food with his buddy Milo.

Logan was so excited to have his bff Niah over the same night. They played house, ate dinner, had tickle wars with Dave and watched 101 Dalamtians waiting for Thompsons to get back. Logan thinks Niah is the cat's meow. She is a little older than him and sometimes she likes to push him away. literally. We were at a spaghetti feed fundraiser for the Young Women at church on Saturday when someone related a confrontation between our little friends to Dave and me. Niah was running to keep up with Toby (the official 3rd wheel in this "love triangle") when Logan called after her to wait for him. She turned around and pushed Logan who fell down and said, "but I like you Niah!" as she ran to catch Toby. Tragic.

And speaking of tragic. My Mom's car blew up on Monday. I got a call from her Monday afternoon that she needed a ride to Costco to buy stuff for our BBQ because her car was fried, literally. She was just driving away from home when it decided to smoke and catch on fire. She reversed back into the driveway and called Tom out to help her take care of the smoke. Little did she know it was going up in flames. Dan drove up at the same time and he and Tom emptied 4 fire extinguishers on it plus water from the hose before the fire department came and helped them put it out for good. That marks the Lincoln's final resting place. Thankfully, no one was hurt, the gas tank didn't explode, and the neighbors property wasn't damaged in any way. The neighbor is directly related to the wicked witch of the west so that's an important one. She would have made my parents lives a constant b@#chfest if that happened. Mom's stereo system seems fine which is a good thing because I think it is worth as much or more than the car- before it got burnt to a crisp. Jessie and Toby thought is was cool that we watched the whole episode back on the security camera for family night. Reality TV at its finest.

Today was one of those days where my job as Mom was not that enjoyable. I guess it was yesterday really because 3 AM is technically tomorrow, but I haven't finished sleeping it off yet. I'm up feeding Syd and decided to vent.

The day started out great. Dave took Jessie to school on his way to work. The boys and I got dressed and started the day. We left the house by 10 AM to visit some ladies from church then went to Trader Joe's for much needed grocery shopping. The boys were so good in the store and so was everyone else. Usually, there is a grumpy old lady or two that shoot me dirty looks or snide comments while shopping with 3 kids in tow. Seriously. It's usually at the checkout line when they are standing behind me with their measly 10 items in a basket. Walk your grouchy self over to the freakin' express lane lady and leave me alone. Well, those ladies were thankfully absent today. I had Sydney in a front sling, Logan in the cart and Toby was my awesome cart-side gopher. Most of the people we talked to were Moms or happy Grandparents who were very complimentary and told me about their families while we shopped. I always love to see people's reaction when I tell them I also have an older girl in school. My opinion is that the majority in this area think having 3 kids is a stretch. They see me with my 2 boys and infant girl and think, "Awww, she got her girl." If I'm out with all 4 kids though, the reaction is usually "are they all yours?" It's become a fun game to try to predict people's reaction when I proudly say, "yes!"

So we're out and done with shopping in less than an hour with no tantrums or meltdowns. Yes! We pick up Jessie from school and get home about 3 PM. As soon as we walk in the door Logan starts in with his poopy dance. Since starting potty training last Monday he is a rock going #1 on the potty. However, he is deathly afraid of going #2 on the potty. We have no clue why he can't do it calmly. It's always after a few hours of dancing, crying and trying to pretend nothing feels wrong. Today was no exception. The hours between 4-6 PM are hard enough, but Logan took them to an entirely new level today. To spare everyone the horror, and the fact that I don't want to relive it again, we'll just say that after 3 hours straight of prancing around saying "Oww, owww,"crying, pouting, kicking, screaming, banging on doors, falling asleep in the shower (which was supposed to calm him down and get things moving) he finally pooped 10 minutes before Daddy got home at 6:30. Figures right? In my experience everything could be going wrong until right before Daddy gets home and then I have no proof. good thing hubby still believes me. He could tell I was at my whits end when I called him after 5 to see if there was any chance of getting some backup with this crazy little person we usually call Logan. I joked with Jessie and Toby, who were trying to stay under the radar that entire time, that the cops were going to knock on my door any time now because the upstairs neighbors probably thought Logan was in mortal danger down here. I kept my calm even through that split-second urge to lock him in the bathroom or duct tape him to the toilet and find some earplugs for myself.

I almost forgot the best part. Logan is all done pooping after such a huge ordeal and he looks at me while washing his hands and says, "Whew, that was easy!" Nothing like some fresh salt in a wound, eh? I was traumatized by the whole experience and he skips away to play with his cars like nothing out of the ordinary happened. We ate dinner, put the kids to bed early and I sat on the couch to calm down for awhile.