What to expect, when your expecting...#5?

                 

                                                     What to expect, when your expecting number 5!
First. You are most likely to have 5 times the laundry, then what you are already use to.
   Second. You will be pulling out your hair 5 times more often then you did when you ONLY had four.
        Third. You would probably get 5 times more war marks around your waist line then you want to have.
            Fourth. This would be 5 times that you have gone through painful, agonizing labors and finally...
                 Fifth. You would be blessed 5 times more to have this blessed little soul choose you!!


         If you haven't guessed it by now with my title, picture or my reasons totally being straight forward, then something is seriously wrong with you. Before I took the test, I honestly didn't think I was pregnant until Mother's Day when my Dad made a joke about having another grandchild (number 8 to be exact) on the way...my sister was pointing at me and as usual I told her I wasn't. But it did get me thinking...I notice that I was late on my period and lo'an behold I get 2 lines on a stick. Hahahaha!! Yes, yes I am expecting my 5th child. My 4th child has not yet turned one for another week and a half and I'm expecting again. Ha! Yes. I know what y'all are thinking..."Oh my gosh! Is she crazy to have another baby?! I can't believe your having another baby?!" To be honest...I'm happy to add another beautiful baby to my family. 
           While raising my fourth child as well as my other three...I kept telling myself, "no way am I having another one...I think I would literally drive myself insane if I have another one." Then I thought...why can't I have another one? I make sure the kids I have, even the ones I didn't have are fed and clean. I discipline my kids when they need to be discipline. I'm pretty sure that we are somewhat financially stable. They get what they want and what they need. We may not have our own place, but we do have a roof over our head. So...what was stopping me? Which brings us back to..."I'M PREGNANT!!"
          I am kinda hoping for girl, only because my daughter needs a sister. She is too much of a tomboy. LOL! It is going to require a lot of patience, help from my husband and kids and also from above, but I know I can do it. 

Watch out world your going to be out danced by a 3 and 1 year old...lol!! My children love, love, love to dance...which obviously comes from me, but they love music more then anything...which comes from their dad. Any kind of music that they hear they will dance and if your lucky you might get to hear them sing too. I wish they can stay like this...hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

It's about that time...

Ok...so as my children grow they begin to learn new things and want to do new things not knowing what the consequences may be whether good or bad. My 2 month old baby girl is trying to sit up and she's also trying to laugh. My 1 year old, Pita is becoming more a devil then an angel with each new day and then finally my oldest, my 3 year old, Siua. His little body and brain is full of curiousity that it's hard for him to stay in one place...lol!! He tries to build a house with his grandma's expensive couch pillows, he talks to random strangers, he tries to build things with random toys...he does what a regular 3 year old child would do. But you know what beats it all?! Is when he's watching somebody (no names mentioned...my sisters, LOL!!) do something and he's fascinated by it? He would most likely do the same. The other day my sisters were babysitting my 2 boys for the night and I went over the next day to pick them up and guess what??...He paints his fingernails on one hand and paints all 10 toes with a color that is very noticable from a distant...a bright pink. I'm standing there wanting to do a lot of things: laugh, yell and also try to prepare him for what would be waiting for him once his dad saw it...obviously he didn't care...his dad wasn't there and he was with my mom. Then today I was giving my boys a bath. Doing the regular...fill the tub, wash and rinse them, then let them play a little while i get their clothes and towels. I come back in the bathroom to take them out and I look at my youngest holding a shaver...i freaked!! I took the shaver and checked to make sure he didn't cut himself, then...I looked at my oldest and it was what I was fearing the most...he shaved off most of his right eyebrow. Yes, yes he shaved off his eyebrow...from a distant it looks like he has nothing there until you look closer and he has patches of hair that the shaver missed. I don't know what to do...I don't know where he got the idea to shave his eyebrow in the first place. I thought of using my black eyeliner to draw an eyebrow, but he loves brushing his teeth and sometimes he would wash his face and I didn't want him walking around with makeup running down his face...so I just left it. I think this is the craziest thing he has done by far. He wanted to become a barber and cut his own hair, so we cut it short. He painted his nails and now he has no right eyebrow...hoi give me a break child. I'm wondering what the next thing he'll be doing to drive me insane..hahahaha!!

He's growing up!!

There is never a dull moment with Siua. From the moment he crawled til now. He is full of surprises! The other day my sister-in-law and I planned a family activity for the month of November and we planned to do a "sports day" at the West Valley Rec. It turned out pretty good. I lost 3 lbs in the process...yes!! Anyways! So as we walked in and stood around for a good 5 minutes wondering what to do first I helped my mom take the kids to the Rec's indoor playground and their playground is pretty big...no it's HUGE! Well to me at least. Let me remind you that this would be Siua's first time actually seeing a playground bigger then Mcdonalds...hahahaha. So I open up the door and let Siua and Pita in, then I walked in right after as soon as he steps in and realizes where we were he stood still with wide eyes and a huge smile on his face and said in a whisper, "WOW!!" Omg! I couldn't stop laughing at his reaction. The next day (which was a Sunday) they came home with us after sleeping over at my parents and we're walking downstairs with Siua being the leader of our line and he notice that the hall way has light. He was so surprised that he looked around and said, "Oh my gorsh!!" then kept saying it after that...Jay and I couldn't stop laughing!! He has learned so many things within the 3 years of his life that it kinda worries me in the future...anyways! Siua has learned to dance when he was able to sit up. His first swear word was the "F" word which he learned by watching "The Temptations" (my fault) . His first and favorite primary song is "If your happy". His favorite word to say is "annoying" (my fault too) and he says it to everyone. He has learned so many things that it's hard for me to keep track and he's still growing. Next year he would be attending school...scary, but very exciting. hmmm...my baby is growing up! (tear, tear)

No shame what so ever...

In my own opinion referring to some, not all, but some (maybe most) palangi's are pretty crazy and they have no shame doing anything, anywhere, any place. So, I go into Walmart getting what I needed from the food isle's and then headed to get butt cream, which was in the isle with the shaving needs and deodorants, but as I was heading towards that isle there was a small palangi family: mom, dad and a newborn. The mother was standing outside the isles with their cart and the dad was standing in between the isles with the stroller lookin at what they might want and before I walked in between them....the mom had her hands in her pants scratching the freakin heck out of her butt and she didn't even care that there was people walking back and forth staring at her with wide eyes also...talk about disgusting!! Well, I though it was done with the gross stuff, but it wasn't...after I loaded up the shopping and got in the car my husband was telling me about a palangi guy sitting in his car for 5 minutes straight digging in his nose and playing with the "treasures" he found...ewww! Here you go...I wanted to tell y'all our Walmart experience...hope to never, never see that again...

A broken blanket...

Ok so my oldest is very hyper- active...he runs around, screams, plays with his toys basically everthing that a 3 year old boy can do. But there is only one thing that can keep him calm for a while and that is his little, blue sipi (blanket). Anytime that he has it, he will get comfortable anywhere...and I mean anywhere except for the bathroom...lol! Anyways! So today we just got back from doing some errands and he was mad, because before we even left the drive way he fell asleep (great timing, huh?!) not knowing that we were leaving...which was perfect for me. Anyways! After my errands were done, I woke him up from his little nap and he starts balling his eyes so I asked him why he was crying and he said he wanted to go...hahaha! I try to explain to him that we just got back and he didn't believe me so he stormed off...stomping his feet and crying. Well, soon after I could hear him mumbling something heading towards me, but I couldn't understand, so I kept doing what I was doing then he came up next to me holding up his blanket and asked me..

Siua: "Mom, you broke my blanket?"
Me: "What?"
(Then he lifts his blanket with one finger through a hole)
Me: "hahahaha....Siua it's not broken, it's ripped"
Siua: "Man, mom you broke my blanket!" (he said this as he slowly turns away disappointed)

Ha!...my husband and I thought that was totally hilarious!!!

He was so excited!!

before (v) and after (^)
So we finally cut Siua's beautiful hair, but only because he wanted to be his own hair stylist...whenever he gets a hold of a pair of scissors the first thing he does is cut his hair and it's not where it can usually blend in with the rest of head...no, it had to be right in front and then the top part of his head. Believe me...I've tried hiding it, but it's hard to do when his hair kinda looks like a deformed Alfalfa...lol! Anyways! After he got his haircut he was so excited to do a show and tell with everyone...so we get home and he runs in showing his Grandma, then he started running around the house yelling for his dad...when he finally found him he was like jumping for joy when he was telling his dad, then he stopped and told his dad to go cut his hair...lol! My mother-in-law and I was rollin! I thought it was hilarious! But he loves his new haircut and now he's trying to get me to take Pita...lol! I'm thinking about it but not really sure...Anyways! Well, thats all I have for now...