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		<title>&#8220;Doctor say JUICE.&#8221; Funny Moments from Raising Four Boys</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>If you read my last post, Our Vacation Nightmare, then you know that this wasn&#8217;t our best week. &#160;Now it&#8217;s Friday night, and as I sit here, with Alan beside me, and all of our children sleeping soundly, none of that even matters anymore. I love it when we sit and talk about all the cute and funny things our children have done lately. &#160;And whose heart wouldn&#8217;t melt from having little almost-three-years old Dan keep visiting my room, after [...]</p>
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<p>If you read my last post, <a title="My Vacation Disaster" href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2014/03/12/my-vacation-disaster/">Our Vacation Nightmare</a>, then you know that this wasn&#8217;t our best week. &nbsp;Now it&#8217;s Friday night, and as I sit here, with Alan beside me, and all of our children sleeping soundly, none of that even matters anymore.</p>



<p>I love it when we sit and talk about all the cute and funny things our children have done lately. &nbsp;And whose heart wouldn&#8217;t melt from having little almost-three-years old Dan keep visiting my room, after we&#8217;ve put him to bed, for one more kiss on each of his ouchies. &nbsp;Then he comes back in here and asks if he can sleep with mommy. &nbsp;Sorry, Dan, but Daddy did carry him sweetly back to his own little bed.</p>



<p>I suddenly don&#8217;t remember my problems at all. &nbsp;It&#8217;s the magic of Friday. &nbsp;All I can think of now are the good plans I have for the weekend and how much I love my darling little children.</p>


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<p>Dan loves cars and airplanes right now. &nbsp;That&#8217;s his thing. &nbsp;He is so sweet when he begs Caleb to play cars with him.</p>



<p>Daniel, JD, and I went to Target today, and they were SO well behaved. &nbsp;I don&#8217;t remember my 1st two being this well behaved at this age, though, granted, they were much closer in age. &nbsp;Daniel doesn&#8217;t run away from me, hide in the racks, ask for anything, or throw any fits. &nbsp;He&#8217;s an awesome shopping buddy. &nbsp;JD is too. &nbsp;JD was so HAPPY just to ride in the buggy and be out of the house, seeing new sights.</p>



<p>We are all just tickled pink that spring is coming soon!</p>



<p>You know what really makes us snicker each night though? &nbsp;Daniel&#8217;s doctor requested that we give him more juice and less milk. &nbsp;Now Daniel wants juice before bed, so each night he comes out of his room and says, &#8220;Juice? Doctor say juice.&#8221;</p>


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<p>He had mixed feelings about the snow&#8230;.</p>


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<p>Dan LOVES the snow. &nbsp;I let him play for a while in this left-over snow last week, and then I brought him in and served him a nice, warm bowl of chili.</p>


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<p>It was one of those brief, shining moments where I felt like the clouds should part and light should shine down on me, as I am obviously being such a WONDERFUL mother.  </p>



<p>Of course, I&#8217;m sure it was followed by some great and embarrassing mistake, but for the moment, ahhhh, perfect mommy. </p>


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<p>It doesn&#8217;t get any sweeter than this.</p>


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<p>They keep improving toys! &nbsp;Check it out! &nbsp;The paints are in the book! &nbsp;Each page has its own set of paints.</p>



<p>People have started asking me if JD is crawling yet. &nbsp;This always happens with my chubby bubbies. &nbsp;No. &nbsp;Not even close. &nbsp;Not even thinking about it. &nbsp;He scoots on his bottom in the floor, and he&#8217;s getting better and better at it. &nbsp;He&#8217;s the first of our boys to choose this method of transportation. &nbsp;I made a video today. &nbsp;It looks almost like he&#8217;s jumping. &nbsp;That video will be uploaded very soon. &nbsp;I promise.</p>



<p>Chubby babies&#8211;as in the really super fat over 20 pounds kind&#8211;almost always crawl late. &nbsp;It&#8217;s a lot of weight to carry around. &nbsp;I just expect it. &nbsp;None of them have crawled before 9 months, and Dan and Caleb were both 10 months.</p>



<p>Yes, he can roll. &nbsp;He doesn&#8217;t do it a lot though. &nbsp;He prefers to sit and scoot or stand. &nbsp;That&#8217;s just who he is, and we are perfectly fine with that.</p>


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<p>Like many well meaning parents, I try to feed our brood wholesome foods&#8230;..I&#8217;m not a stickler though. &nbsp;I make no apologies for my microwave popcorn and casseroles made with cream of mushroom soup. &nbsp;Oh, and my Granny lived to be 100 eating REAL bacon, so you can just take your turkey bacon to another house. &nbsp;We don&#8217;t do that here.</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Anyway, I bought this &#8220;truwhip&#8221; stuff.  You need to know this.  It tastes a little like carrots.  HOWEVER, once mixed into our trifle with peaches and angel food cake, we could not taste the difference.  </h3>



<p>SOOOOO, I recommend it for trifles, but I do not recommend it for eating out of the tub.  ; )   Yes, I have been known to eat Cool Whip out of the tub.  Good stuff.</p>



<p>One more &#8216;story&#8217;. &nbsp; This one took me by surprise, and it is just so very Caleb.</p>



<p>Alan and I are not exactly the cub scout parents of the year. &nbsp;We have been worn down when it comes to investing more into kids activities than the kids do, so we now invest very little energy indeed. &nbsp;I wasn&#8217;t even tracking that the tiger cubs were supposed to be collecting anything.</p>



<p>Well, at this week&#8217;s cub scout meeting, many of the boys brought collections to share. &nbsp;This was much like &#8220;show and share,&#8221; an activity that is probably Caleb&#8217;s favorite thing in the whole whole world. &nbsp;See, while Caleb&#8217;s talent may not lie in the language arts&#8211;as in reading and writing&#8211;Caleb has a very enviable gift for public speaking. &nbsp;Not many folks are as uninhibited as Caleb.</p>



<p>Caleb didn&#8217;t miss a beat. &nbsp;We&#8217;d never discussed collections once. &nbsp;He raised his hand and said, &#8220;I have a collection too. It&#8217;s too big to bring it here, but I can tell you about it. &#8221; He proudly and happily continued, &#8220;I collect pajamas!! &nbsp;I just love pajamas.&#8221;</p>



<p>His leader probably thought he was joking, but I can assure you he could not have been more serious. &nbsp;I&#8217;ve been buying Caleb a new set of pajamas regularly for as long as I can remember because they are his favorite thing in the whole wide world.</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">We wish you all a wonderful weekend&#8211;may you have all the pajama time and juice that your heart desires!</h3>
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