Birthday Birthday yet another birthday

Happy 4th Silly Billie. Have fun at Disneyland. Its your day and you get to pick all of the rides you want, so take advantage.

We all love and miss you but we'll see you real soon

Way too young to lose teeth

OMG I could cry... Okay so I did LOL! Maya lost her first tooth. I was so surprised a couple weeks ago when we discovered that she had 3 YES I said 3 loose teeth. Not only were they loose but teeth were already coming up. So anyways she wakes up this morning smiles at me and the tooth falls out! Steven was almost done with first grade when he lost his first tooth and Edward was just about to start 2nd grade. I am so not ready for her to be losing teeth already. I am already a wreck thinking that she goes to Kindergarten in August. So anyways here she is with a big black hole in her mouth!!

A visit from Uncle Al, Auntie Julie and Miles

Its been almost a year but we finally got to catch up with Uncle Al, Auntie Julie and Miles. The kids and I headed to the Bay Area for some good family fun, leaving Steve behind at the shop to work. Auntie Dawn and Katairy met us there too. Well Miles is def no baby anymore. He fits in well with the rest of the crazy cousins. The park, throwing rocks into the bay, playing the piano, watching movies and hangin out was what it was all about. Washington is so far (okay not that far) and we really need to get our butts there to see their new house! We had so much fun and can't wait to see you all again!

and yet another Bday

Sending you our love on your special day Dusty/Uncle! Are you getting an outing to DLand for your birthday too LOL

xoxo

we are so proud of you

My Mothers Day

..........and yet another fabulous Mothers Day for me. Steve and the kids took me to the park for a picnic and we stayed and played all day. It was a beautiful day, sun was shining and we all got to slow down from our busy world and just enjoy each other!

Happy Mothers Day To the Meanest of the Mean

My mom Rocks! Thank you mom for teaching me everything I ever needed to know about being a mom. I will def pass it on to my kids unless I can get abstinence through to them first! Hahahahahahahhahahahahha I hope you are having a great time in Hawaii, even though it should of been you Dawn and I out on the beach. We so would of let dad pay for it =) I love you

Mean Moms

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom,and what time you would be home.I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep. I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes. I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do. She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough! Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16. Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault. Now that we have left home, we are all educated,honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough MEAN MOMS!

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, 'It's okay honey, Mommy's here'.
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football , hockey or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?' they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world,' and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight, Moon' twice a night for a year. And then read it again. 'Just one more time.' This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?' in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war. What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that t takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray

Flag Football~Okay Tackle Football~Not Okay

I finally gave in! The boys signed up for football today. No more flag football =( Its on to bigger and better things. I told them how hard it would be, long days at school and then 2 hours of football practice then homework and bed just to do it all again the next day. I told them how bad it was gonna suck to get yelled at by the coach, how hard it would be to suck that up and move on. There was no way to discourage these two, I swear. Btw I also reminded them that they have now made a commitment and will see it through no matter how hard it is. Hot or cold~ Rain or shine~ Sick or not~ No turning back, at least not at mom and dads cost hahaha! Thank goodness for sibling discounts, right???? Oh yes and before the day was over, dad was talked into being an assistant coach and mom was,well how do I put this, G-O M-U-S-T-A-N-G-S!! Yes and Maya is still too young this year for cheer! So yes add one more thing to the daily to do list

More May Bdays.......

We have 2 bdays today!

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear Mom/grandma Salvi
Happy Birthday to you

.... takes a deep breath

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday Krista Krista
Happy Birthday to you

Mom is getting up there hehe so we won't share her age but Krista is 5. Wowzers what a big girl. Kindergarten awaits you with open arms girlie

hugs and kisses to you both, hope you have a great day

and..... we have a very special birthday wish going out today

Zane is 5 today, wow time sure does fly.

Happy Birthday big dude! Wish we were there to share your special day with you (and your yummy cake) hehehhehe

xoxo

No more training wheels... Child number 3 learns how to ride

Sooooooo Ready

Seems like a good day to take the training wheels off of Mayas bike. the boys and Steve are off at a car show and Cali is asleep. I think... Is she ready? Of course SHE IS! I think, am I ready? Of course NOT. Ready for her to learn to ride a bike, totally. Ready to take the training wheels off and hope she catches on and I don't have to put those suckers back on. HUMMM still thinking. Well I did it anyway. She was so excited, we got her helmet on, took the training wheels off and headed out to go for it. GRRRRRRR Her tires are flat, not one but both. Okay so not quite ready yet. No I didn't notice when I took the training wheels off, I wasn't looking at the tires. Okay no big deal, grab the pump and put some air in, right?. HAHA Obviously you don't have 4 kids. If its not lost, its broken! So yeah, the pump is in the garage but its broken. I guess they think that if I see it where it belongs I won't realize its broken ! I thought she would just be discouraged but NO, not Maya she runs to the neighbors and asks to borrow their pump. Brian, our neighbor comes out and pumps up her tires, and realigns everything and we are finally ready to go, (good thing Cali takes long naps)! I am so proud of her. I hold on to that seat and we start going. She is pedaling so fast, WOW she didn't notice me let go. She is still going too. That was it, within 15 minutes she was riding that bike like she has been for years. She did finally fall, she got mad and walked the bike back to the garage and yelled at me like it was my fault.

When mom is sick the whole house shuts down!

If mom is out of commission then everyone is out of commission! Or at least that is their excuse. If I don't have the energy to tell them to clean up after themselves (or do it for them), we all fall down! So yeah I had a cough, cold fever, you know the works and after a few days I made my way to other areas of the house and can ya believe it, instead of helping mom out when she is down its a free for all. I am only sharing pics of the playroom, but it was almost every room of the house. I think the neighbors even heard me when I finally got my voice back.