Thursday, September 15, 2016

His aprons, Her smiles

I do all the cooking, except where breakfast is concerned. But he is the only one who wears an apron. All the aprons in our home are of the male variety. I don't remember when I wore one last...months ago, maybe years? But as soon as he comes home each day he puts one on before he eats or cleans or does anything else. Funny, huh?

Also, it goes without saying that her smiles melt me into a puddle. That girls loves her mama, and I love being the recipient of her joyful face. I know this is probably totally untrue, but I'm convinced that she saves her biggest, gummiest, nose-scrunchiest smiles for when I'm the one meeting her gaze! She is a Mama's girl, that's an undisputed fact, so I'm going to run with my little hypothesis.

Flat Tire

On Sunday night we were leaving a Russian BBQ way the heck in Hollywood with four filthy and grumpy children when James realized after circling to the driver's side that we weren't going anywhere, at least not without a call to AAA, a long wait on the side of the road, and a visit from a friendly mechanic who promised to fix our flat. We passed the time by taking family-selfies, playing car games, singing church songs and pretending that Cora's incessant screaming was not driving us batty. In the end we got home (albeit 2 1/2 hours later than expected) and the NICEST mechanic at California Tire Company fixed my tire for FREE the next morning, so all's well that ends well, right?

There are about a million different directions I could drive with this flat tire tale. I could write about how we felt a little like Elphoba singing, "No good deed goes unpunished" after spending our Sunday afternoon trying to make a difference for the Russian friends in our congregation only to spend our Sunday night stranded in the middle of nowhere. I could take a more Ensign-ish approach and tell you how we had moments of laughter and love in the van that evening and I thought to myself, We're making a memory here! This moment may very well shape who these kids become. I could also tell you about how we nearly ran out of gas on our way home because the long wait sucked our engine dry and we weren't as prepared as we should have been so thats, count 'em, two oxes in our mire.

I'm sure any and all of those could mature into interesting pieces of writing but right now I'm looking at these pictures, feeling a little uninspired, and my only thoughts sound a little like this: That tire and I have a whole lot in common. 

It's been a Wednesday, that's for sure, and I am absolutely exhausted. About halfway through the dinner hour I started placing SOS emergency calls to my Mom and my sister requesting some encouragement; I legitimately needed someone to tell me that I could make it a few more hours until bedtime. At the time the calls were made Cora had been screaming for two and a half hours straight, Quinn was attempting to jump off of the kitchen counter for the umpteenth time, Ever was whining about homework, dinner and life and T was crying because his back-to-school cold has gone to his head and he wanted me to cuddle him and read a story. It was a hot mess of a moment. A LOUD moment as well, thanks to Cora. The boys climbed in bed to read some books, eventually I changed Quinny in jammies and put her to bed with her beloved baba, but I would put in another couple hours of bouncing a P-O'ed baby before the night was through. Who needs a gym membership when my FitBit's 10,000 steps are easily met just by walking the halls with Cokes?! 

Usually I'm pretty good at believing myself when I say that this is just a phase, this too shall pass, the time goes by so quickly, you'll miss this someday, and all the other cliche phrases that actually succeed in offering me hope. But today, not even those offered a silver lining. I was running on empty. Actually, I wasn't even running. I was as flat as that tire on our van. I only hope my luck fairs as well, and by tomorrow morning I'll be patched up and ready to roll again (and if by chance, that patch was in the form of a long, uninterrupted night sleep you wouldn't see me complaining.)

{Written last night, well at least up to the point that I fell asleep, mid-sentence with the computer still on my lap. That makes it twice this week! Published today--which by the way has been SO much better!} 

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

In the Books.

I volunteered at the Book Fair during T's library hour yesterday and gosh, I love that kid. The students were all invited to write down their top three book requests and then the paper got sent home in hopes that the parents will come purchase the books and support the school. Anyway, watching T walk around the room with his clipboard and pencil and seeing the books he is most interested in was amazing. My firstborn is getting so HUGE and while I was thumbing through picture books he was requesting the newest Harry Potter and 4th grade fact books about the most dangerous animals. His brain is a beautiful thing and watching him devour books makes me so happy for the adventure he's allowing it to have. After our allotted time in the library the students lined up to go back to class and I slowly made my way to the school's front exit, but not without a few look-backs, a wave and a blown kiss, and telling the security guard that it was taking everything in me to not snatch him up and take him home with me. School is such a fantastic place for kids to learn and grow and even though I miss them while they're there, I'm just glad for days like this where I get to be a part of his magical world. (No, I didn't cry. Yes, I almost cried. Yes, my stomach felt sick with missing-him-ness. Yes, the security guard probably put me on his short list. No, I'm not that crazy!) 

After school we made our way back to the book fair so that my chickens could each pick out a special book to buy. I think every other parent at the school had the same idea and that place was NUTS! I obviously caved under pressure because I let them pick out two books instead of one and even let Ever buy one of those horrible Lego readers (snore!) Quinner was thrilled with her Pinkabella book and felt like such a big girl at school with her brothers. These kids make my heart swell. Another great day in the books.

Quinny the Cookie Sous Chef

The boys each had a friend over to play and before long Quinny showed up at my feet with her head hanging low and the saddest expression on her face. "Dem. Mean. Wock door." she said with a tear in her eye. I scooped her up in my arms and said, "Are they not playing with you? Are they being mean? I'm so sorry Quinny!" She nuzzled her sweet face into my shoulder and whimpered for a moment or two, not long enough where either of us mistook her whines for real tears but just long enough that she got the sympathy from me that she desired. We all need a healthy dose of sympathy every now and again, even if we have to beg for it.  

"I have an idea!" I told her excitedly. "How about you and I go on a date to the kitchen to make cookies! Just the two of us--Quinny and Mommy!" 

Well you would have thought I offered her the moon. "YAAAAAYYYYYY! Date wif Mommy! Make cookies!" she repeated again and again. We headed into the kitchen, washed our hands, Quinny found the perfect place in the center of the action and we started measuring, cracking, pouring and stirring until we had the perfect cookie dough. Somewhere around the halfway mark Everett walked into the kitchen and with a stern face Quinny shooed him away saying, "No! I do it. Wif Mommy. No Ebie." It was a little bit of an eye for an eye situation but it was also quite hilarious and adorable. This girl is strong, confident, opinionated and awesome!

The perk of being the only one cooking was that she got to lick BOTH beaters. She double fisted those babies and aside from the few tastes she offered me ("Tie it Mama. Tie it!") she licked them clean! I scooped the dough onto the cookie sheets and put them in the oven and then she sat on her little bench in front of the oven, watching our dough turn to perfectly baked cookies. I took them out of the oven (duh) but she got the honors of bringing the plate of cookies to the backyard to share with the boys and their friends. Boy did their tune change about having a baby sister around. We're not below buying friendships around here, and sweets are the currency of choice!

It's doubtful, probably impossible, that Quinny will remember this day we spent in the kitchen together making cookies, but I hope there are many more delicious memories to come of time spent with my girl doing and making things that she and I love. 

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Ever's turn with "Fussy"

I don't know what was cuter, watching my Ever Knight tenderly care for his Kinder-classes little teddy or hearing him mis-pronounce the name Fuzzy over and over again. Our turn with "Fussy" came and went in the blink of an eye and unfortunately even the whole "Oh sorry, I forgot the stuffed animal I've been playing with all morning who has had three outfit changes and is sitting by my door" trick couldn't lend us another day. (It just meant that Dad had to take an extra trip to the school that morning--thanks Dad!) Kindergarten is proving, once again, to be the funnest and most magical experience.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

A Temper the Size of Cora

The last few days this baby has learned how to throw a temper tantrum. It's almost laughable because she goes from angry to ANGRY in like, point two seconds. It always happens when I put her down and have to help one of her siblings--she no likey being left to fend for herself. I lay her down and she smiles at me, and then I turn my head or leave the room and she's like, "Oh no you didn't!" She's never really been a crier and is always super easy to console, but her shrill is changing the name of the game!

You're not going to believe that, however, when you scroll through this post and see a bunch of pictures of the smiliest, happiest, sweetest little petunia that ever existed. In fairness, this is her personality almost all of the time but I also must admit that this is probably the case because I never put the kid down. Seriously, never. I held her for 12 hours straight today. Ain't nobody want to see a fit the size of Tex--I mean, Cora! Believe me. 

Friday, September 9, 2016


My blog makes it seem like all us Wigginton's do is eat treats. And that's not totally true! Sure, we know how to eat our way through a party, but to be fair we mostly eat rabbit food around here and we eat it in plenty, so it's all good. Fruit for breakfast, veggies for snack, protein for lunch, veggies for snack, a salad for dinner and a whole bowl of cookie dough for dessert...that's how it works at your house too, is it not? These last couple of weeks we've had a couple of good reasons to get a treat, here are a few:

A "Because Mema's Here" Happy Meal

A "Because We Made It Through the First Week of School" Slurpee

A "Because We Cleaned the Church So Good" Donut

And another donut pick, because they're just such adorable little friends

A "Because It Is Fill-a-Bucket Day at 7/11" Slurpee