Where did the summer go?

 

Summary of August

• protecting 3 week old from PERRY (hugs/kisses= head butts, burping = hard back blows)
• getting back into the groove at new church (Liberty Crossings Methodist)
• helping Wesley prepare for orientation at UA (he is going back to school! yay daddy!)
• Making a pit stop at the Children's Hands On Museum in Tuscaloosa
• visiting the zoo with all of my little men
• packing for our first and last trip of the summer to the beach
• playing at the FAIR!

FAIR

 BEACH

ZOO

 

Playing Catch up

My sister got married on August 4th! 

The boys were in the wedding and did an excellent job.  York was the ring bearer and Perry carried a flag. ((the flag didn't actually make it down the isle but that's a technicality!))

 I ordered the boys these shirts...

"I'm the Ringman!"

"I'm the ringman's WINGMAN"

My sister, her new step-daughter Hollee, and the boys

The only pic I have of us together before she tied the knot!  Please excuse my 2 week postpartum "glow"... aka Spray Tan!  Wes said I looked like an oompa loompa!  thx hun!

Brad (the groom) Sissy (the Bride) Hollee (flower girl)

Uncle Brad is great with the boys...



Both of them

I wish I had more pictures of the weekend but traveling with a 2 week old, 19 month old, and 3 year old made it difficult.  We had a quick trip to Montgomery to witness a beautiful wedding (kudos to mom for putting it ALL together) and spend some time with my parents.  I will have to admit I was a bit out of it and hated that I couldn't participate more in the festivities.  Oh well... they probably didn't want to see my amazing dance moves anyway!  ha!  My sissy is a married woman with a new hubby and precious little girl.  I wish her all the best as a wife and mom!  (Wowzers... that is alot to take on -but if anyone can handle it -she's the Gal!)  I'm thrilled to become an aunt for the first time and welcome Hollee to our family.  Finally a GIRL to spoil!  I pray for my sister's patience, strength, and attitude as she faces new challenges and incredible love.  Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. J... may you have a long and happy marriage with God your rock.

Little Baby

Sweet Ramsay is 1 month old!  Those 4 weeks flew by... I have said that before but with 3 children the hours and minutes are passing at record time.  "Little Baby", H3, Ram ba bam, new baby, Rams-i-o, or Rams are just a few of the nicknames given to our youngest.  He is an absolute sweetheart and his brothers are completely smitten.  Perry is constantly asking "where Ba-bi" and looking through the house for him.  I have told him over and over be "gentle"...so each time he comes over to  he says "yen-tal"!!  It is precious.  His love for his brother is visible as he looks over him with big smiles.  York loves to hold his hand and call him "new baby".  (ie "I love new baby" -York)  He talks about how little his toes and fingers are and how he didn't know he would be so small.  He says that he is a precious baby and he asks to hold him often.  They are wonderful help and I couldn't be a more proud momma.  He is surrounded by so much LOVE and I hope he can feel it through the occasional head butt, eye poke, paci shoved to back of throat, or hard "petting".  Ramsay fits in perfectly with this crazy brood and has braved the park, many restaurants, church, Sunday school, trip to Montgomery, the pool, etc.  We are on the go and he LOVES it.  Below are some pictures of sweet man at 10 days old.  He is a wonderful blessing...

Thomas Ramsay Harless you are a gift, a precious miracle, and the perfect addition to our family.  Thank you for your sweet nature, beautiful smile, and amazing heart.  You fill my heart to its brim... I can't imagine life without you.  My little baby... always.

Double Take

Do you see a resemblance? 

 The first picture is York at 1 month and the second is Ramsay at 3 weeks...

"He smells like..." and Pinglish!

"Spiders, Unicorns, and Whales make me poop!"

"Jesus rides around in a jeep!"

"That police man just turned so you can go FAST mommy!"

"I gotta drop a deuce daddy!!"

(potty)

"It's a boy trip mom... It's pretty dangerous -you stay here"

"Do you have a fever?  no I just been in the summer too long!"

"I was gonna dead that wast momma!"

(Wasp)

"Go get your pellet gun and shoot that cat... he is trying to deuce in my sandbox!"

"Look that trucks a mud bog truck... it's ALL jacked up!"

"I went to heaven today mom.. and saw MJ, Papa, and the Angels. They were just hanging out!"

"You wanna go to the movies?" -mom

"No I'm not into that mom!" -York

"I just pooped a chicken nugget!"

"may I please have a pel?"

(propel water)

"Mommy why did WES break the sprinkler?"

"P is allergic to rucks... that means he likes them!"

"I'm just lollyscabing momma"

(lolly gagging)

"It's hot as a firework"

"I don't like eggs... I'm very picky of eggs.  I love sweet beans too"

"Did you see my cocktion?"

"I'm going to eat you for dinner daddy... put you on the grill!"

"I can see Las Vegas from here mommy"

"Do you wanna get one of those when you get younger?"

"Here's a scrat piece of wood"

(scrap)

"I'm all up in your grill and your buisness!"

"I promise I'll hush mommy!"

"It stopped raining.  I guess God was taking a shower"

"I know about books and ART!"

"I'm building a duck dynasty!"

"It's peanut butter and jelly KID!" -York talking to Perry

"We need to call gator boys!" -York's comments on our snake in the backyard

"I have a dirty heart when I cut wood!"

"York, you are obsessed with outside!" -Mom

"No mom, I'm sessed with tractors and bobcats!" -York

"Mom calm down and talk to me!" -York talking to me after snake sighting

"Who did crafts with Ramsay in the hospital?" -York refering to his footprints on his crib in hospital

"You make my day Tascha!"

"I played hotch scotch today!"

"I bet he is going to the flip show" -speaking of gymnastics in Olympics

"It's raining at night... who ever heard!"

"I got concrete in there!" -catching him picking his nose

"I didn't know we had monster trucks in our town!"

"He smells like... like... like  a PRECIOUS baby!"

Perry brings a new twist to the English language... we will call it Pinglish for now! He can repeat anything you ask him to and sounds so cute trying! These are just a couple of my favorites!

golt car (golf cart)

peas (please)

sheezzz (say cheese!)

moowr (more)

tank choo (thankyou)

taktor (tractor)

monk (chipmonk)

jon eer (John Deere)

Daddio (Daddy- O)

Bea BEE (Baby)

tash ta (Tascha)

mooo (move -as in out of the way)

ough (out -as in of the highchair)

rash (trash -he throws EVERYTHING away)

argee (orange)

ruprel (purple)

boo (blue)

lello (yellow)

Whose that baby?

Here are some pictures of all 3 of my boys around the same age.  They are in random order... see if you can tell them apart.  2 per child answers at bottom -NO CHEATING 

 ((some were hard- even for ME!))

Baby 1

Baby 2

Baby 3

Baby 4

Baby 5

Baby 6

Baby 1 & 4 -Ramsay

Baby 2 & 3 -Perry

Baby 5 & 6 -York

(How did you do?)

9:44 pm -the perfect time

Holding sweet Ramsay minutes after his birth...

Proud DAD

Perry gave the first kiss and HEAD BUTT!

These turkey's gave the hopsital a run for their money! WILD WILD WILD

Attempt at family photo .. York refused!

Sweet boys wearing their BIG, MIDDLE (and Little was taking a break) shirts!

The only pic we have a as family of 5 (so far) with mom!

My 3 SONS

"In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps." Provers 16:9

This verse provides explaination of how my heart feels... GOD had a different idea of how Ramsay's entrance into this world would be.  Wes and I got to the hospital for induction at 5:30am and we began paperwork for the big show!  By 9 AM we had our pitocin and were well on our way to having a baby.  My contractions became regular and intense so we got the epidural.  I progressed to 4-5 centimeters by 3pm but didn't budge from there.  Around 8pm we made the only decision left... c-section.  I can't explain the flood of emotions at that time.  I knew in the back of my mind that that was always a possibility but after 2 vaginal births I didn't think we would get there.  I was upset, angry, hurt, exhausted, and every other emotion you can imagine.  I wanted to cry but what go would that do?  This baby needed to be born and this was the only way. ((((( Then they laid the big question on me:  "Will we tie your tubes?".  For everyone that knows me or reads this blog you know that I have said 100 times that this is the LAST baby, the finale to the Harless heard, the END!  But when asked in that kind of situation (laboring for 13 hours) the "fix" that would forever keep our party at 5!  I couldn't make it... I couldn't tell her that I was 100% percent done with making and having these miracles.  Now  ----- fast forward to 8 days post c-section.  I can tell you that I AM DONE.  I would never ever ever want another cesarean!  WOW all you c-section mommies (mainly my mother who had 3!) you are amazing!)))))  At 9:30pm we prepared for surgery and at the perfect time of 9:44pm my third little angel was brought into this world. Although not so little... rocking a big 7lbs 10 ounces and 20 inches long!  He is my biggest baby so far and the most content.  He is such a wonderful baby.  A huge difference from Mr. P who had colic and cried most of the time for the first 4 months.  He fits in perfectly with this wild bunch and can sleep through all of their noise.  The boys are enamoured by him (which will soon fade) but right now I am soaking it up.  They both want to hold him, give him his bottle (or Drink as Perry says), and put the paci back in CONSTANTLY!  They want to know why he doesn't have teeth, why he cant give "bumps" or high fives, why his belly button looks like a boo boo, why he looks cross eyed at times, why his head rolls around, why his tee tee is so red, etc.  I am loving answering their curious questions and seeing their minds compute.

 Although the birth wasn't exactly perfect the reception at home has been beyond amazing.  Wesley has been a nervous wreck and I think we are both glad he has gone back to work... he is a worrier by nature and to be home with a "gimp" wife, 2 wild Indians, and a newborn has been a bit much!  He has been wonderful and I couldn't ask for better help or father.  He is a wonderful Daddy but needs a break too! ((by the way... I'm still waiting on mine! ha!)  So we will see how life with 3 will go in the next weeks considering I can't drive, walk up stairs, or pick up my beautiful children.  That has been the most difficult so far... looking into Perrys eyes when he holds those hands up for me to pick him up and having to decline.  Luckily, after I showed him my scar he "sort of" understands and when he reaches up I say "remember my boo boo" and he will kiss my belly and let me hug him instead!  I'm ready to get back to a normal routine but know that will come in time.  When I got home York said, "Look mommy your belly is gone now we can play leap frog!"... I cant wait son!
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