- 4 1/2 months old - where does the time go? Kade is already getting big. He rolls over and laughs all the time. It's so fun to see him laugh hysterically. Soon he will be sitting on his own. I enjoy the baby stage, although it is hard to get anything done. I always am doing something for someone. Whether I am carrying Kade around and trying to cook at the same time, getting chocolate milk, turning on cartoons, taking Zack potty, breaking up fights. And why do my kids always have to be in the same room as me? I can be reading a book in my room, Joshua could be watching a funny cartoon and they will still congregate around me. Even if he's eating candy at the same time! Doesn't matter if I am cleaning, cooking, trying to hide - they find me!! They have Momma Radar. Telling them to Get Lost? That doesn't work either - tried it, many times. They must think I'm kidding, after all, who wouldn't want to hang around four loud, obnoxious toddlers all fighting for a chance to speak at once. Each trying to be heard over the other.

It is sorta nice having one who doesn't move or talk. Does require more attention, but a quite "mom can still think" kind of attention.

That being said - I do have a lot of fun with the other three as well. They are humorous and quite entertaining. Let me tell you about my latest stop at the grocery store: My mom always said that we make our own memories - we have to do things to create them. So here's to Making Memories: Zack and I went to the WalMart to grab a few things on Thursday. Tis never really FUN shopping with Zack. Since using the potty is still new I tried to get him to go before leaving and as soon as we got to the store. Since no one had to pee, off we went to look at the Halloween stuff. I got to push all of the buttons that make the zombies and witches move. (Silly me wanted to see the after Halloween sales.) We then moved over to the toys, which were visible from the Halloween aisle. Finally off to grab diapers and a few groceries. From the check out a "stupid" (we are not allowed to say this word in our home, but it is appropriate in this case) play area is visible. It's an arcade that all kids want to play in and all parents try to avoid. Of course Zack wanted to go there, he always does. I said no, me being ready to race out of WalMart. He then begins crying at the top of his lungs. I smartly say, "I can't understand you when you don't use your words." He continues with, "hungry," pointing at a Subway that is conveniently located inside WalMart. "Ohm, I am kinda hungry." (He'd created quite an appetite in me.) We drudge over there with all of our groceries and Kade. Wait in line and buy something that he will eat, chicken. Once I have the order in hand and we have found a table that he approves off I bring out the food. "I not hungry," he says. Umm, I think I remember him just moments ago creating a scene because he was hungry. He will not eat the sandwich, so I dig out the chicken for him to eat. Half of it ends up on the floor. This, he is trying to retrieve and eat. I am trying to dissuade this, thus creating another scene. He agrees to give up the not so fresh chicken and I take a moment to pull out the other half of the sandwich and take a bite. As I bite into my warm chicken sandwich, which has been calling my name for the last five minutes, Zack announces, "Have to pee, pee my pants!" Of course Subway does not have a bathroom so I am trying to gather up our sandwiches, Zacks has been poked and prodded so much it is barely identifiable at this point, also barely eaten. He has drank most of our soda though. I am dying of thirst, but afraid to take the time to get anymore because he may pee his pants. We race to the restroom and I try to maneuver the cart into the restroom where no carts are allowed. Being I have already paid for everything I do not want to leave it out there. We barely make it to the potty and the peeing begins. I take a peek to make sure that things are aimed downward. Somewhere around this time the downward motion moved and pee ended up all over the back of Zacks pants. Time to leave. Food begins slipping off the cart, onto a public restroom floor - gross!!! Gone is the sandwich. By the time we make it to car I have chucked the whole meal. The baby is awake and crying, thank you Zack. And Zack has pee everywhere. I am still hungry and know that I have to feed Zack second lunch when we get home. A peaceful ride home? Maybe next time. Ahhh - the memories :)