not shaving cream this time.

Hashtag while i was nursing. 

THANK YOU MAX:) 

Of course she said "he WANTED me too."

cause that's always her answer.

word on the street is that the concrete is stained for life.

just getting ready for st patty's over here.

that's what i have to say to that.

with shampoo all in your face

That moment when you're in the shower 

with shampoo all in your face 

and eyes and hair 

and you hear chase coming into the bathroom 

barfing liquid spray everywhere 

and there's absolutely nothing you can do 

but try to get the shampoo out of your hair 

as fast as possible yelling "toilet chase! Toilet!!!" 

in other news, I FINALLY get to have the carpets cleaned!!!!🏻#beenwaitingonthisfortooLong#alittlebitexcitedforthecarpets#sadforchase

things i've been thinking about over christmas vacation

{one day the big kids decided to potty train chase. we had no where to go, and chase was so proud walking around in undies. i let them have their fun, and then the next day they forgot about it, and i pretended underwear never happened, and we went back to our regularly scheduled, and conveniently happy, diaper baby man life. phew, that was a close one.}

...

things i thought about over christmas vacation...
school life is overrated {also, it's great--i'm a woman, and i get to say things like that and have them make sense}.
i don't miss carpool, or homework, or alarm clocks at all.
and i can't believe i'm saying this,
but i actually kind of liked having all of my kids home all day long.
not to worry, this feeling passed this morning when someone pooped in their pants,
someone else slapped someone in the face, and brennan spelled out the word S-H-*-T when he dropped the toilet paper roll into the potty,
he told me that he can spell it out because i do it that way,
and my eyes got all big,
and sean was laughing at me from the top of the stairs, covering his mouth, pointing at me while leaning over his belly in hysterical silent laughter, listening to all of it transpire.
whispering that i deserve this parental humiliation by my child {i MAY have been laughing too, but mostly just turning really red in the face--glutton for punishment},
and then he gave me a really responsible adult look with his most charming smirk that he does with his beautiful big brown eyes.
maybe it was more like laughing with his eyes in a funny tone because he loves all of me, even the potty mouth part of me that spells out swear words from time to time when i forget pack n plays and taking my kids to birthday parties and stuff like that {all the while thinking i was so clever by not actually SAYING the word, only spelling it out.}
mmmhmmmm.
that's what she said.
and that's when i thought, the kids are teaching me, not the other way around,
and then i made brennan pinky promise that he would stop spelling out swear words when the toilet paper roll falls into the toilet bowl, and in return i would stop spelling out swear words when i realize i've forgotten pack n plays and birthday parties, and other stuff like that.
and we even kissed our thumbs when we did it,
so that means it's for real.
that's what the makenzie maxine old told us.
i'm dreading monday morning, and looking forward to it all at the same time.
because as much as i don't want a schedule again, i need a schedule again.
and i'd like a schedule again.
at least i think that's what the feeling i'm feeling is telling me tonight.
or maybe it's just saying "regular bedtime for the kids."
mmmm that sounds nice:)
i'd just rather that school started around 10am, so i didn't have to set an alarm clock,
and rush anybody off to school.
or really i just like it to start at the exact time that we decide to get there each day.
kind of like the world revolving around us.
and also, i wish there was no homework and nobody fighting while i try to make dinner,
and while i'm helping someone do homework.
nope, i'd rather just sleep in, lounge half awake with a toddler cuddled up on my chest,
watching a movie with a sippy full of milk,
and a 4 yr old and 6 yr old eating cheerios at the kitchen table,
and playing on my phone and on the xbox downstairs,
until the toddler finally shoves me out of bed,
demanding pancakes {which he calls eggs}.
that's the kind of alarm clock life i'd prefer:)
just if we're ordering up life like eggs.
or pancakes, if you're chase.
then later, we can make beds,
maybe get dressed and change people's underwear and stuff,
brush teeth and roll up to school right in our very own time.
then i can go somewhere in our car with the other two.
and see some fish or a children's museum,
and not have any idea what time it is, except when someone tells you they're hungry,
and it's 2pm and you think, yep, i guess it's time for lunch isn't it?
and then we'll read some books together in the big room,
just when the afternoon sun is warming up the lazy boy recliner rocking chair by the window.
and then we'll take our naps.
and kids will just magically transport themselves home from school without the use or necessity of a carpool time frame.
and then we will go to grandma's house or bajio or culver's for dinner.
and play with cousins and stuff like that.
and not have any homework:)
i think that's called summer vacation though.
yep, it is.
and then i'm all, how do the home schooling mom's do it???
because linsey's mom was all, "if i home-schooled, my kids would have either been illiterate or dead."
and i'm always all, "yep, yep they would! which is why i send my kids to school, and set alarms and do carpools and all the jazzy stuff like that."
so tomorrow, monday morning brings us back to the grind,
and i'm happy and sad about it all at the same time.
i guess i'm ready for it after all.
'cause bedtimes ARE actually kind of great,
and school life is the only thing known to man that can force me into a normal bedtime on a regular basis.
also regular showers.
i feels kind of like the end of summer vacation.
except it's finally cold and winter out.
i think january should be 28 days and february should be 31 days.
because january is nice and all to slow everything down,
but 31 days just makes it go on for too long.
how is it that i blinked and christmas vacation was over?
it was like some magical time transport where we floated away with our cousins to the land of no responsibility and no schedule, and it was lovely.
lovely, lovely, lovely.
there's nothing like not knowing what day of the week it is or what hour of the day it is.
there's nothing like vacation breaks.

christmas report to come....

later this week....

after i scrub some potties.

which haven't been cleaned since before christmas.

it's not pretty.

cousin IT

it had to go.

because cousin IT couldn't see through his bangs.

oh this boy.

i love him.

the other ones too.

luckiest only child ever

mornings

in

the gibson

home.

i may not get a shower without someone trying to get in with me,

and my brushes and hair clips might always be missing or broken,

but i'm the luckiest only child ever,

because i never have to be alone:)

{this is confusing b/c i have two step-siblings that i call my brother and sister, but i didn't live with them in elementary school, so i lived like an only child during the school year, which in my opinion is the loneliest time for an only child when no one else on your street can play, and there's no one in your house to play either. so, i'm an only child that has siblings. blended families are complicated. they just are. just go with it. that is all.}

with a sopping wet half head of hair from his ear draining fluid.

{he has my eyes. he's my best cuddler.}

...

we've got sick people over here.

lots of them.

colds.

coughs.

sore throats.

runny noses.

stuffed up noses.

going on a week.

or more.

or something crazy long like that.

'cause it's may.

and it just doesn't seem right to be sick at the end of may.

it's like when you hit may you're all, 

"we've made it! healthy 'til november! december if we're lucky!"

and the germs are all,
"woooooah there, not so fast emily. i've got a few tricks left in my bag.

like that one where i made brennan puke and other stuff last thursday in the middle of this added bonus of a cold i've thrown at all of you."

so last night every gibson kid had their turn at getting up in the night.

max

then brennan

then chase waking up brennan

then brennan coming in to tell us that chase was crying

then me finding chase with a sopping wet half head of hair from his ear draining fluid.

"ear owie"

that's what he said when i walked into his room.

his whole body shaking it was hurting so badly.

oh how happy i was to have ear drops in the bathroom medicine cabinet.

praise the lord.

so we layed together on the spare bed in chase's room 

{the one with fairies, flowers, dragonflies,cowboys, and horsies on the walls},

brennan crawled into my spot with sean,

and max by the grace of god stayed asleep in her very own bed.

and it was finally quiet for the first time all night.

so i sang to him with my cracking sore throat,

stroked his hair,

and he curled right up into my chest,

and burried his head into my neck,

and we just layed there breathing together.

it was pretty great. 

but i'd still love it if we could all just not be sick anymore:)

the beauty box

playing beauty shop in the bathroom sink.

i told her a kinked neck is just part of the deal.

when it dried she asked me to curl it in ringlets,

and spray it all over.

oh the life of girls.

meanwhile,

chase tore apart the space heater and ate some soap or shaving cream.

whichever.

good times at the beauty box.