The Williams Six

I have been a mom for approximately 3,253 days. (That's nearly 9 years, but counting days sounds much more dramatic.  And I am nothing if not dramatic.) If I am being conservative, I have probably been with my kids for 90% of those days. Because we don't have family in town and my kids have never been in school, the only breaks I get from them is a few hours of week when Brett is home with them (and I leave the house even if I have nowhere to go) and a few weekends a year when Brett's mom and dad graciously keep them. This is not bragging. Believe me, if my mom or mom-in-law were in town, they would be tired of me by now with how much I would ask them for help.  I mean, just ask Brett's mom.  She casually mentions she has a day off of work, and I practically pack my kids' bags before her sentence is finished. This is also not complaining. This is the life I have chosen.....and a life I love 90% of the time. Brett is an awesome dad, but building a business...

Chloe: "look what I made for Mia!!" (Showing me a gift she made) Caleb: "Chloe, you're going too far with his Mia thing." The dreamer and the realist. Their constant conflict.

Luke asks Brett every day to take him to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast (the two go every Saturday to DD, but Luke wants it everyday).  So he started the day going with Daddy to DD. We took Luke out on a date, just him, and then to the toy store. Rosa brought gifts! YAY! Chloe made Luke a cake!

As a family of night owls, sometimes I feel guilty my kids stay up later than many. Then Caleb reads two complete Magic Treehouse books in one night (142 total pages).......and I'm like, "nah, we're good." This is even more remarkable because neither Brett nor I are avid readers. Yes, this is a mom brag. #sorrynotsorry

Luke asked, "Are we going to Mom's Ami today?? What is Mom's Ami, yoy may ask?!? Miami, of course! He hears me say things like " We are going to Miami " and thinks I'm referring to MY Ami.

My sweet Pookers turns 5 today.  Five.  I know every parent says how quickly time flies, but his five years have particularly been very fast.  Lukey, in recent months, has truly become a boy.  No longer a whiny toddler, he has moved into the little boy phase.  And I just love him so much. Luke and I share a bond.  He and I have the same birth order of our biological siblings.  We are both third children with an older brother and sister and a younger brother.  So while he is stubborn and wild, he is so much like I was as a kid that I am way more entertained by it than bothered by it. Luke is HILARIOUS.  His words are often inappropriate (mostly potty humor), but he is so, so funny.  And so, so cute.  He still has trouble with some verbal sounds, so his voice is the most precious ever.  (We are, of course, working with him to correct his speech...and none of his struggles are out of the ordinary....for those who are concern...

Caleb: "Did the Seminoles and Gators used to be football enemies?" Me: "They still are." Caleb: "I don't think so. It's just they're so far apart since the Seminoles are better than them."

Each night when tucking my kids into bed, I play "Would You Rather" with Caleb and Chloe. A question from tonight, "Would you rather live on a dude ranch or in New York City?" Chloe: "Ranch."  (Obviously, given her love of animals.) Caleb: "I have to say I love wifi, so I pick New York City."

Talking about bees for science, "Queen Bees lay as many as 2,000 eggs a day...." Chloe: "Really? How do they know that? Does someone seriously count 2,000 eggs? I don't think so." Which begs the question....is science mostly guessing? Or has someone actually counted bee eggs?

My mom and I were emailing a few weeks ago about girl names if (when?) Brett and I adopt one day.......and came up with Mia (my two sisters names combined.....Melissa + Lylia). I guess Chloe must have heard me talking about it because she typed and printed this today!

Driving today, Caleb asks, "Do you know the difference between broccoli and boogers? The answer: kids don't eat broccoli." As I was preparing a lecture to stop being so gross, Chloe chimes in, "Are we almost there? I need to burp, but I want to save it for Caleb's face." Some kids are so precious. I just didn't happen to birth one.