Three little psychopaths

So I hate blogging. It isn't obvious or anything, being that I post twice a year and even then the posts are pretty pathetic, but so be it. Bottom line is that there have been dramatic changes in the last three months since I last posted and I demand that the five people that read this be notified. Get ready.

These three pictures are just of life in Ithaca. It is pretty much wet every day all day and with two boys who live to throw rocks in water, things could not be better. We have these deep puddles that my kids use as their own personal swimming pools. Hey. Funny story. Remember how we don't have a washer and dryer? Yeah... it's pretty amazing doing all that laundry.

Rip, Drew and Graham. I will miss these guys this summer...

Rippy and Chet. Swimming Ithaca style.

The boys looking at the horses that are near our apartment. I mentioned missing Graham. His family is moving (they selfishly are graduating) and I might go into depression about it. Graham and Rippy are pretty good buddies and pretty dang cute together. Rip would wake up from his naps and look out his window searching for 'Gwammy.' More than that though, I will miss Lindsey. A lot. And I might miss this baby horse that is pretty much the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Oh yeah. And I went to Hawaii on an all-girls trip with my mom and sisters and sisters-in-law. It was basically amazing. And look! Me and Nat are pregnant together again! She had Sam when I had Rip. Only difference? I had Chet in between. Sort of funny except that it isn't really at all. And yes, I am aware that these pictures are about as lame as possible but just see how warm it is and without any children it is? It seriously was sooooo amazing. I mentioned that kids were not invited, right? Right. So there were not any kids and we woke up when we wanted and ate meals uninterrupted and pretty much pretended we were normal women. *sigh*

Nat looks pretty hot.

I know there are better pictures out there but I am way too unmotivated to try and make my blog look like I care about taking pictures. Here are the originals. I really do love the girls in my family.

Oh. And we moved to Seattle for the summer for an internship with Amazon. We will go back to Ithaca a week or two before I am due so Josh can finish his second year and I can have the baby. Still haven't checked with the airlines if they will allow me to fly... just crossing my fingers that my doctor's note that says I am okay to fly up to my due date holds. We shall see. Although I doubt too many people are going to dare to hassel me at that point. 

Here is a picture of a troll that some artist sculpted under a freeway pass. The boys were terrified of it. Except as we were leaving Rip started crying because he wanted to climb the troll. "I want to cwime the giant! Cwime the giant please!" A little too late, Rip. Now that I am retelling the story, I'm realizing how bizarre it all sounds. Don't worry about it. 

And this is a glimpse of our apartment in Seattle. Yeah, its a slight step up from our communal living in Ithaca. I keep thinking, but where is the faux brick walls? I will miss those.

Oh. And we bought a new car. We bought a 2012 Honda Pilot and may I just say that I could not be more in love with a car. It is amazing. The reason for the new car really starts with the realization that we can't fit 3 carseats in our little civic. So we debated all our options (none of which were really that good considering we would have income for 3 months and the go back to school full-time), and really decided that we were going to get what we wanted now rather than getting something to get by for a few years and then selling and buying what we wanted. It probably doesn't make the most sense but we could not be happier. Seriously. Oh. And we can fit 3 carseats straight across so really, how can things go wrong? Right. The fact that we have 3 kids in carseats seems wrong.

And that's about it. Except that we found out months ago that we are having yet another boy. Yes people. Three boys. I have gone up and down about this, but mostly I am good with it. I was thinking it might be nice to have a girl, and I still think that, but it might not be fair to her to have to grow up right next to two psychopaths. Except that Rip is getting less psychopathic while Chet is showing his true psychopath potential. So really she would have had to grow up with one complete psychopath and one semi-psychopath. Now we'll just have a third psychopath. Chet will eat him alive.

Until next year.

Oh yes. This is happening.

So I am really behind in updating. Christmas came and left, New Years, even Valentine's Day (believe it or not, I actually love Valentine's Day) has come and gone without a post. And believe me, I'll get there. I'll post all the incredible pictures of Christmas, Disneyland (we went to Disneyland, well, me and Rip went. More to explain on that later..), and much much more. But for now, I will share the news. Wait. Here is a small glimpse of Disneyland. Too bad I was sick the whole time..

The bottom line is that I am pregnant. Again.  Planned? Hell no. In fact, for the first month or two I was sort of in a combination of denial/depression. One minute I was planning a massive murder/suicide and the next I was pretending that this wasn't even my life. Just some sad, pathetic woman who I knew who happens to be 15 weeks pregnant.

But I've come out of all that and have faced acceptance. Yes. This is happening. I will have a baby right as Rip turns 3,19 months apart from Chet, who is 16 months apart from Rip. Three kids in three years. If you are wanting to vomit, know this, it doesn't help. And if you are considering calling Child Protective Services,  know this also, it doesn't help; I've already tried and they are not interested in adopting all three of my kids. Something about there being too many too fast?

So. Here I stand with 500 baby/toddlers, one of which is trying to plug the vacuum into my computer at the moment. I am sort of done with this stage, and yet, I just keep starting over. Remember how I have made it very clear that I don't do babies? That is putting it politely. I do not like the baby stage (also put mildly..). In fact, I saw a friend's new baby and I got slightly sick to my stomach thinking of holding that baby.

That is where things are at. I am anti-baby and am basically reproducing at rabbit rates. Pray for us. Pray for Chet for he is soulless. Pray for Rip that he doesn't end up going to jail for killing Chet one day, and pray for me that I don't kill all of us. Oh yeah. And pray for Josh too, but he's not really a factor in all this because he spends his entire life somewhere on Cornell's campus. Smart man. I wish I was going to pretend school so I could hide from the babies that are multiplying in our tiny apartment.