We're having a garage sale July 1st-3rd.  I'd love to be planning and preparing for my NY visit, but this task comes first. It is so, so, so much work and, surprisingly, an emotional roller coaster.  Getting rid of what's left of Frankie's baby clothes (slim pickin's there) and then the other clothes he's more recently outgrown, all the newborn-3mos baby girl clothes, a bunch of clothes from mine and Don's closet --- and the big one... the maternity clothes.  The clothes that have been passed from friend to friend, used in anticipation of many different babies.  It's emotional and bittersweet.  To me, it's the finalization of my 'no more babies' mantra.  While I'm 99.9% sure that 3 is the magic number, a little piece of me feels the heartbreak.  I look at my three kids now and how fast they're growing and wonder (a little bit) if I might want to do it again.  I've had a baby in my home for so long now, how will it be without one?  I know.  Crazy.  And I could always replace clothes if we go down that road again.  But selling them tells me the road is now closed.  Maybe in a few years I'll find the detour sign.

Frankie and Jordan

One of Frankie's very best buds, Jordan.  We all love him - especially Bailey!  Here they are playing a new PS3 game. 





Overheard:
Frankie: Jordan, let's get those zombies!
Jordan: We can't Frank - we'll get destroyed!
Frankie: No, we won't - let's get 'em.
Jordan: Yes, we will Frank.  We don't have enough energy.
Frankie: OK, you're right, but it will be a fun getting destroyed.
Jordan: Oh, Frankie...

I get to listen to many other entertaining conversations between the two of them...
Frankie: Jordan, do you like tuxedos
Jordan: What's to like about them?
Frankie: Exactly
Jordan: They make you look funny
Frankie: And the shoes should be illegal - look at my blisters!

Other recent Frankie-isms:
(between him and the other ringbearer at Scott and Jess' rehearsal dinner)
Frankie: Dylan (the kid's name is Dale), what school do you go to?
Bride's father: Oh, he doesn't go to school around here- he's from Pennsylvania
Frankie: So, Dylan, do you live near any vampires?

While playing animal guesser with Don, Frankie tried to get Don to guess his animal - the "cosmanian devil"

I know there are many more and this will be an ongoing feature...

Bouncin' Bailey

The best $40 ever spent...  Have you ever noticed the cost of a a bounce house?  They aren't cheap.  Most of those cool inflatables that kids go crazy over are upwards of $150.  I've been wanting one for the kids for quite some time but couldn't justify the expense in my head - especially when I didn't know if Bailey would even go in it (she wasn't a participant when we took them to an inflatable extravaganza at Spring Break in Birch Run)

On a very hectic day that involved a tremendous amount of running around with all three kids, I happened to pass by a garage sale in my neighborhood.

There was an inflated bounce house on the lawn.

I pulled up fully expecting it to: a. not be for sale or, b. not be for sale at a price I was willing to pay.  How surprised was I when the man told me he was asking $40 for it.  $40!!!  It was obviously in working condition and the price included the air pump.  Well, of course, I didn't have any money on me and begged him to let me rush home to get it (the sale was only around the corner from our house).  I rushed in to the house like a bat out of hell where Don was hosting the beginnings of Scott's bachelor party only to hear "Kim, I don't have any cash".  I think the crestfallen look on my face prompted one of the guys attending the festivities to open his wallet (Thank you, John Gallagher!!!).

I think she likes it.

Later that day the woman who had been selling the item at her sister's garage sale stopped by to drop off the carrying tote and repair kit.  She just walked right into my house!  But that's a story for another time...

Father's Day Fun!

The kids worked together to make a Father's Day cake for Donnie. Charlie supervised while Bailey read the directions and poured the liquids, Frankie poured the powder and was on mixing patrol... he refused to crack the eggs because 'they're gross' (can't say I blame him too much). They had a fabulous end result and the girls dressed up in their matching shirts for Daddy. Once again, our attempt at a siblings shot was thwarted by the ever elusive Bailey... We'll keep trying!

Frankie says:

This is a picture that I took of my sister. She gets jealous when I'm outside and when I take the DS away from her. She loves to try to bite me. Bailey is a cat lover. She likes to play with me. Sometimes she's afraid of having her picture taken.


I have another sister. She sleeps a lot. Both of my sisters are cute.

A couple of words about teething...

IT. SUCKS.

Poor Bay is dealing with 4 or 5 teeth shifting and cutting simultaneously. I'd have a more accurate number if I didn't fear losing a finger while examining her mouth.

Looking at the pic here, I've determined that she's working on her two upper canines, possibly an upper second molar, a lower lateral incisor, and a lower first molar. 

Yikes! 

I remember that Frankie cut all four top teeth at once and we were alternating tylenol and ibuprofen to keep him comfortable.  We were also advised to give him Hurricane gel (only available behind the pharmacy counter).  It was supposed to provide more relief than the Orajel, but it is no longer pediatrician recommended... they change opinions on these things so frequently! 

Did you know that if we had to endure teething as adults, we'd all be on morphine during it?  Pretty rough stuff these little ones have to endure - all in the name of chewing.  Wish I could save her the pain and let her live off of an ice cream diet.


 



"Why isn't this stuff working?"

Frankie & Weddings...

 

My boy has some wedding experience under his belt.  Starting way back before he was even 8months old when he wore his first tuxedo to Grammy and Grampy's wedding.  He ended up in only the tux shirt and diaper by the end of the evening... which was almost as cute as the full tux gear.



Fast forward a few years to mine and Don's wedding.  Frankie stayed fully clothed for this one and walked both of us down the isle.  Way too cute - look at my little guy...

A little man!  He sat well during the ceremony - even while the squirrels threw chestnuts at our heads (I'm telling you, that should have been a sign for the craziness I was signing up for!)



Next up was ring bearer duties at Aunt Lisa and Uncle Ben's wedding and he was able to rock a tux once again.  Here he is checking out the limo.  I'm sure it got his stamp of approval!




Tux time again at Uncle Scott and Aunt Jess's wedding.  Check out my two handsome guys.  With all the previous weddings he was a part of, Frankie hardly needed any guidance here.  He was awesome.



Here's Frank, his cousin, Lane, and the other ringbearer making their way down the aisle.  Frank took his role as the oldest kid pretty seriously and did a great job 'helping' Laners make it to the alter.



She was just to cute not to post a shot of - even if
  this one is supposed to be all about FZ!





I don't have reception pictures yet, but I should mention that Frankie TORE IT UP on the dance floor and decided to rip his shirt off on more than one occasion.   At 8months, it was the pants.. at 6 years old, it was the shirt.  Guess things have a way of coming full circle!