Evie the label maker, and other interesting tales

I'm sorry to say that the following stories don't include pictures, so if you are here only for new photos of the kids you'll have to wait another day.  But I encourage you to keep reading because while pictures are worth a thousand words, the mental image of these stories might be enough to get you through. 

Story #1: Evie the label maker
A week ago I was having a slow Saturday morning.  When Evie asked if she could use some post-it notes, I said sure.  As long as she was occupied and I got to sit in my pajamas a little longer, I was happy.  A while later, I noticed the house was covered in lime green and aqua sticky notes, each with handwritten notes by Evie.  For example, she labeled the dining room wall "Pictr Woll" because it has pictures of our family on it.  She labeled her brothers' beds "Zs sid" and "Gus sid" to indicate which bed (side) belong to which twin.  The closet door in the hallway was labeled "Secrt Door" for reasons I still don't know.  My favorite note by far was the one she delivered to me that said, "you are the best. Love Evie!"  Though, I felt a little slighted when she gave Will the note "you are the best ever."  She said it was because she had to make his note different that my note.  I'll try not to take it personally.  I continued to find notes throughout the house the rest of the day.  As I was tucking Zevon into bed that night, I noticed a note above his head the read "Slep". 

Story #2:  What is up your shirt, Zevon?
The boys were never good self-soothers.  But the only thing that has come close has been Zevon and his lovey, his little blanket (now he calls it 'waa-ee') I made for the boys a while back.  He will suck his tongue and rub waa-ee to calm down.  Waa-ee has to join him while he plays and at every meal.  (I'm not sure what it is about my cooking that he needs to be soothed during mealtime.)  Because you need your hands to eat and play, Zevon has found a handy way to 'hold' his waa-ee: stuff it up his shirt.  You'll see him walking around the house with a big poofy stomach.  I have to say, it is a brilliant idea.  But yesterday, I noticed him pulling a treat from Sunday School out of his shirt and I'm wondering what else he will try stuffing up his shirt.  Perhaps it is time to teach him about pockets.

Story #3:  Disappearing raisins and Guthries
The boys love raisins and at the moment I'm not sure if it is bananas or raisins that are their favorite snack.  Last week I was trying to find some tax documents at the computer while the boys were snacking in the next room.  Suddenly, Guthrie starts to say "Owwie!" and cries.  He informs me there is a raisin up his nose.  He did this a few days earlier and Will was able to pull it out with tweezers, but this time it was way up there.  He had a cold and kept on sniffing it up farther every time I asked him to blow it out.  After more extraction attempts and finally calling the nurse, we were on our way to the clinic.  We waited for 45 minutes for the doctor and I kept on looking at Guthrie hoping the raisin would come out each time he sneezed.  No luck.  We finally got in and the minute Gus sees the doctor he starts to cry.  I get him calmed down enough so that the doctor can look in his ears and listen to his chest (since he had a cold we might as well cover everything).  When we finally get to his nose, Guthrie starts wailing again and the raisin starts to shoot out his nose.  Why didn't he do that 2 hours earlier!

Just yesterday, Guthrie did a disappearing act of his own and went missing after church.  I had asked the kids to wash their hands before getting a treat downstairs and noticed Guthrie didn't follow me into the women's restroom.  After taking care of Evie and Zevon, I went looking for him, sure he would turn up.  A little while later, Gus still hadn't shown up and I had several women looking for him.  Several panicked minutes later, I finally found him in the MENS restroom washing his hands (or, mostly just getting his jacket soaked).  He could push the door open to get in, but couldn't reach the handle to get out.  The only reason I found him was because he was yelling 'mommy!' (not in a scared way but in a wow, I've got myself in a mess sort of way). 

Never a dull moment here.