We started our evening with our menu of baby cuisine. Baby carrots, baby pickles, baby cocktail wieners, baby burgers, baby crackers, baby cheese slices, baby pepperoni, you get the idea. Following dinner, we took the pinata out to the swing set to bust it open!
The boys took turns swinging at the mysterious pinata and Ray took the final swing sending it to the ground. Upon shaking the pinata, candy, confetti and ribbons oh my. But what color where they??? That is THE reason you are reading this blog after all right?
Well, frankly, I'm having too much fun keeping you all in suspense! The texts and alerts have been coming in all day. (Not to mention and the cameras and computers have not exactly cooperated with me in getting this published.) Of course I could just tell you, but where the fun be in that? Especially since the whole reason I wanted to find out was to capture the boys' reactionsI'll show you instead.
Join our family by clicking the link below as we take aim at the pinata and discover as our family finds out if the answer to our question is pink or blue.
Wix # 6 Revealed!
Happy Baby Reveal Day from the Wx Family!
Friday, June 15, 2012
Wx # 6! Boy or Girl?!?!?!
21 weeks today!!! Wow. It has gone quickly. I think each pregnancy gets faster and faster. (Or maybe time just seems to speed up as I get older and older...)
The gender question. It has been weighing on us for weeks now. To find out now or have a surprise later? Frankly, I hate surprises. And going that route with Sam was okay, but if the doctor had told me I had a healthy baby octopus after delivery, I think I would have been okay with that. Well, maybe not. But it didn't feel anti-climatic to me, but the bigger drawback in my opinion was not being able to see the reaction on the boys' faces when it was announced their new baby was here and it was a brother. Grandma got the job.
The boys are split. Ray wants a boy, Rob wants a girl ("who is nothing like Sam because he a naught little guy") and Sam wants a baby dinosaur he can name Rhino. Michael and I want a baby. I think it might be a boy. Or a girl. (I had thought maybe an octopus, but the ultrasound only revealed 4 limbs.)
Using my keen debate skills, I used this line of reasoning to get Michael on board. I laid out some reveal options to him and we settled on the current fad of cupcakes with surprise filling to help us see pink or blue. Then I logged on to the computer. Talk about a fad. It seemed like FB was full or reports of the same idea. So I got busy thinking. What else could one use to conceal a colorful surprise that upon opening would be fun for the family??
Box of balloons? Gift box with pink or blue gear? Nursery room with a streak of paint on the wall? These all seemed bad for the environment or lame. Then I got it! PINATA! Who doesn't love a pinata and some candy?!?!
Off to Rochester we headed to buy a pinata and candy at Party City. We had fun choosing just the right pinata and handfuls of pink and blue candy and confetti together was a family. We brought the pinata home and had even more fun personalizing it.
Yesterday, at my ultrasound, the first tech had a heck of a time getting baby to cooperate and I was getting anxious that we weren't going to get to open the pinata for months. After rolling to my side and bringing in a second tech, they were able to write our secret in an envelope and seal it up tight. Last night the pinata, candy and card were given to our secret under cover agents for pinata stuffing.
Today is the big day. The baby carrots and pickles are chilling. The mini cocktail weiners are ready for saucing. The mini-burgers are ready for patty-ing and we are ready for a baby party like none other!
When the pinata breaks, Rob's still hoping for pink, Ray's still wishing for blue, and Sam would like green. I'm just hoping for a great picture of their reactions.
The gender question. It has been weighing on us for weeks now. To find out now or have a surprise later? Frankly, I hate surprises. And going that route with Sam was okay, but if the doctor had told me I had a healthy baby octopus after delivery, I think I would have been okay with that. Well, maybe not. But it didn't feel anti-climatic to me, but the bigger drawback in my opinion was not being able to see the reaction on the boys' faces when it was announced their new baby was here and it was a brother. Grandma got the job.
The boys are split. Ray wants a boy, Rob wants a girl ("who is nothing like Sam because he a naught little guy") and Sam wants a baby dinosaur he can name Rhino. Michael and I want a baby. I think it might be a boy. Or a girl. (I had thought maybe an octopus, but the ultrasound only revealed 4 limbs.)
Using my keen debate skills, I used this line of reasoning to get Michael on board. I laid out some reveal options to him and we settled on the current fad of cupcakes with surprise filling to help us see pink or blue. Then I logged on to the computer. Talk about a fad. It seemed like FB was full or reports of the same idea. So I got busy thinking. What else could one use to conceal a colorful surprise that upon opening would be fun for the family??
Box of balloons? Gift box with pink or blue gear? Nursery room with a streak of paint on the wall? These all seemed bad for the environment or lame. Then I got it! PINATA! Who doesn't love a pinata and some candy?!?!
Yesterday, at my ultrasound, the first tech had a heck of a time getting baby to cooperate and I was getting anxious that we weren't going to get to open the pinata for months. After rolling to my side and bringing in a second tech, they were able to write our secret in an envelope and seal it up tight. Last night the pinata, candy and card were given to our secret under cover agents for pinata stuffing.
Today is the big day. The baby carrots and pickles are chilling. The mini cocktail weiners are ready for saucing. The mini-burgers are ready for patty-ing and we are ready for a baby party like none other!
When the pinata breaks, Rob's still hoping for pink, Ray's still wishing for blue, and Sam would like green. I'm just hoping for a great picture of their reactions.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Another?!?! Take 2
November 9, 2011. I posted a blog. If you don't recall, let me jog your memory...
Rob said a little prayer. His request was simple enough. He wanted a new baby.
Well, is this proof enough for you that God hears prayers? :)
I had told him to think pink because Mom really likes pink, and I do. Frankly, I am great either way. A girl would be fun, but we do know a thing or two about boys around the Wx house!
Rob said a little prayer. His request was simple enough. He wanted a new baby.
Well, is this proof enough for you that God hears prayers? :)
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| Baby Wicks #4 EDD: October 26, 2012 |
Welcome Wookiee!
On December 24th 2011, our family welcomed our newest member, Wookiee Wicks.
And just as promptly, Wookiee became one of the family.
Wookiee was found wandering around outside our home on Christmas Eve upon our return from church. Ray noticed, "He has a collar, but no license! I think that means we can keep him!"
Upon 1st greeting, the boys were all in love. He is really quite a loveable lug. But I thought we were getting a dog. (He has since turned into a horse as he seems to double in size nightly on a regular basis!!) The cute little furball was 1st thought to be possible be another Ewok, but I quickly pointed out to the boys he was a baby and would surely grow, it was then decided it was then clear that he was a wookiee and hence he was promptly named.
Wrestle!
First of all, I apologize for my lack of posts. I guess we've been a bit distracted with life lately. As I sometimes say, "Life gets in the way of life too often."
In addition to our regular jobs, school, etc. I took on a 2nd job directing our school's annual benefit auction.
Rob also took on the sport of wrestling. He had a GREAT season. When he started, we were just going to do practices. When the coaches gave him a singlet to bring home, we decided what they heck, let's try a tournament. He took 2nd. So we tried another, we took 1st getting 2 pins, with the longest one taking 10 seconds. This lead us to regions, where Rob took 1st. Off to sections where Rob took 4th and qualified for State. Additionally, so did the Austin Youth Wrestling team for the 1st time in history! So we spent March 31 and April 1 at the Rochester Civic Center at Rob's 1st state meet. No placing for Rob, but he wrestled hard and never gave up. In one of the team competitions, he did get a pin, which was very exciting.
Not sure what the future holds for our little grappler, but we are very proud of his grit, determination, and effort. I'm sure he has many successes in a variety of forms laying ahead of him if he tackles life in the same way!
We are proud to have been part of Austin Youth Wrestling team, who ended up placing 2nd in their pool. And even more so, we are proud of you Rob!
In addition to our regular jobs, school, etc. I took on a 2nd job directing our school's annual benefit auction.
Rob also took on the sport of wrestling. He had a GREAT season. When he started, we were just going to do practices. When the coaches gave him a singlet to bring home, we decided what they heck, let's try a tournament. He took 2nd. So we tried another, we took 1st getting 2 pins, with the longest one taking 10 seconds. This lead us to regions, where Rob took 1st. Off to sections where Rob took 4th and qualified for State. Additionally, so did the Austin Youth Wrestling team for the 1st time in history! So we spent March 31 and April 1 at the Rochester Civic Center at Rob's 1st state meet. No placing for Rob, but he wrestled hard and never gave up. In one of the team competitions, he did get a pin, which was very exciting.
Not sure what the future holds for our little grappler, but we are very proud of his grit, determination, and effort. I'm sure he has many successes in a variety of forms laying ahead of him if he tackles life in the same way!
We are proud to have been part of Austin Youth Wrestling team, who ended up placing 2nd in their pool. And even more so, we are proud of you Rob!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Where IS that Camera?!?!
I have it said more than once in my life and say it frequently now as the mother of 3 unique boys, "Where IS that Camera?!?!" Sometimes I am quite certain that our life would make a hit reality show or maybe an award winning primetime family comedy. Yesterday was a perfect scenario...
Characters: Michael-the father figure of the family. Type A(a) personality. All T's must be crossed and all i's must be dotted at all times, no exceptions. Boots never go with shorts and black never goes with brown and that includes when toddlers put their own shoes on.
Robert-Middle child, age 5. Traits: stubborn, spontaneous, stubborn, imaginative, stubborn, unique, stubborn, strong willed, and STUBBORN.
Billie Jo-the mother, but in this case, useless to all as she lies ill in bed.
Setting: While outside it is a cold and frosty Minnesota Saturday morning, the Wicks family is inside their rural single family residence.
Plot: Michael versus Rob.
Rob has been on a big shorts and tank top kick lately. Don't ask me why. I have no idea. He certainly doesn't get it from me. I am typing this in my hooded sweatshirt, fleece pants, wool socks and slippers. Even still, yesterday morning he declared, "Summertime! It's summertime outside!" and came out of his bedroom donning blue and white pin stripe shorts and a tank top.
When I took to my bedroom ill yesterday morning, Michael decided to round up the crew and head to Target. There was a prescription waiting and we were nearly out of toilet paper. (Sam is potty training and goes through A LOT lately, which reminds me of another blog entry to author...) Michael told Rob he needed to wear pants so they could go to the store. Rob refused. Michael insisted.
Rob took off at top speed. I heard my bedroom door quickly open and then latch. Click! The locked was pressed in. Quick! Under the covers Rob flew. Whoosh! Back out. Approaching footsteps in the hallways. Flip. Under the bed. Scurry, scurry, he was gone into my closet.
(Now this sort of thing may have disturbed some for their rest, but honestly, I was barely phased. I peered out one eye for about 2.2 seconds.)
Click! Michael unlocked the door. "He's in the closet." I told Michael. PHEM! "He was in the closet."
Rob escaped through our laundry pass through into the laundry room next door. He then locked that door. And escaped again into the boys' bathroom through the next laundry pass through. That is where he was apprehended and sentenced to a day in denim.
Conclusion: After some screaming and the promise of a slushie and popcorn, the W-X boys all have a successful outing to Target while Mom stays behind for a more successful attempt at resting.
Characters: Michael-the father figure of the family. Type A(a) personality. All T's must be crossed and all i's must be dotted at all times, no exceptions. Boots never go with shorts and black never goes with brown and that includes when toddlers put their own shoes on.
Robert-Middle child, age 5. Traits: stubborn, spontaneous, stubborn, imaginative, stubborn, unique, stubborn, strong willed, and STUBBORN.
Billie Jo-the mother, but in this case, useless to all as she lies ill in bed.
Setting: While outside it is a cold and frosty Minnesota Saturday morning, the Wicks family is inside their rural single family residence.
Plot: Michael versus Rob.
Rob has been on a big shorts and tank top kick lately. Don't ask me why. I have no idea. He certainly doesn't get it from me. I am typing this in my hooded sweatshirt, fleece pants, wool socks and slippers. Even still, yesterday morning he declared, "Summertime! It's summertime outside!" and came out of his bedroom donning blue and white pin stripe shorts and a tank top.
When I took to my bedroom ill yesterday morning, Michael decided to round up the crew and head to Target. There was a prescription waiting and we were nearly out of toilet paper. (Sam is potty training and goes through A LOT lately, which reminds me of another blog entry to author...) Michael told Rob he needed to wear pants so they could go to the store. Rob refused. Michael insisted.
Rob took off at top speed. I heard my bedroom door quickly open and then latch. Click! The locked was pressed in. Quick! Under the covers Rob flew. Whoosh! Back out. Approaching footsteps in the hallways. Flip. Under the bed. Scurry, scurry, he was gone into my closet.
(Now this sort of thing may have disturbed some for their rest, but honestly, I was barely phased. I peered out one eye for about 2.2 seconds.)
Click! Michael unlocked the door. "He's in the closet." I told Michael. PHEM! "He was in the closet."
Rob escaped through our laundry pass through into the laundry room next door. He then locked that door. And escaped again into the boys' bathroom through the next laundry pass through. That is where he was apprehended and sentenced to a day in denim.
Conclusion: After some screaming and the promise of a slushie and popcorn, the W-X boys all have a successful outing to Target while Mom stays behind for a more successful attempt at resting.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Dinner with the W-X
I haven't blogged for awhile. It isn't that things blog worthy don't happen, it's more about finding, or taking the time to actually write about them. At dinner tonight I rolled my eyes and said, "I think I have to excuse myself now and go blog." Let me back up to the thirty minutes prior...
As I as preparing to set dinner on the table, I looked at Michael and said, "Which of the boys will refuse to eat this?" I had made what my mom called Swiss Steak, although as an adult I'm not sure that is an accurate reflection of what it really is. I think my friend Mary's teenage son would have a much more accurate description of the meal with his classic "Another low budget meal at our house" line. Dinner consisted of round steaks (which I have also frequently questioned the accuracy of that descriptor) baked in cream of mushroom and cream of celery soups. Straight from the oven it is not the most appealing looking dish and for boyz, that can make or break dinner.
Upon first glance, Rob wrinkles up his nose and says, "EW! I'm not eating that!"
"It's just meat with gravy Rob."
"I don't like gravy. You know I HATE meat with gravy."
"Then you can eat some baked potato and green beans."
"NO! Why do always make meat with gravy when you know I hate. You always make things you know I don't like."
"Rob, that's not true. I almost never make gravy. Just eat some green beans and potato."
"No, I'm eating a lemontime." (Or clementine, whatever.)
"You can have that after you at least try some of your dinner."
"NOOOOO!" This sort of thing continued for another minute or so till Michael picked Rob up and hauled him to his bedroom. Rob continued carrying on for a bit until we nearly done eating. He resurfaced at the table with his big eyes looking rather sorrowful.
"I'm hungry. But I don't like eating cold food."
"You're lucky we have a microwave. Would you like me to warm your food up?" Michael asked.
Rob nodded and Michael zapped. As Michael set Rob's recently reheated entree in front of him, Rob stuns with me with his next question, "Can I have gravy on my potatoes?"
"What?!"
"Can I have some gravy on my potatoes? But not on my meat. I hate gravy on my meat."
Sigh. "Sure you can bud." Rob scarfs down his first serving of potatoes and gravy and asks for another. The even bigger surprise, when I caught him slyly dipping his meat into the gravy when he thought no one was looking.
That was when I pushed my chair away and excuse myself to go blog. But instead I started washing dishes. As the last of the table was cleared and I was scrapping the leftovers into tupperware, Rob's head pops up along side the counter and says, "Mom, don't forget to save the gravy!!!" I had to laugh as I scooped the last scoop of it into the container and secured the lid. And then I logged on to my blog.
As I as preparing to set dinner on the table, I looked at Michael and said, "Which of the boys will refuse to eat this?" I had made what my mom called Swiss Steak, although as an adult I'm not sure that is an accurate reflection of what it really is. I think my friend Mary's teenage son would have a much more accurate description of the meal with his classic "Another low budget meal at our house" line. Dinner consisted of round steaks (which I have also frequently questioned the accuracy of that descriptor) baked in cream of mushroom and cream of celery soups. Straight from the oven it is not the most appealing looking dish and for boyz, that can make or break dinner.
Upon first glance, Rob wrinkles up his nose and says, "EW! I'm not eating that!"
"It's just meat with gravy Rob."
"I don't like gravy. You know I HATE meat with gravy."
"Then you can eat some baked potato and green beans."
"NO! Why do always make meat with gravy when you know I hate. You always make things you know I don't like."
"Rob, that's not true. I almost never make gravy. Just eat some green beans and potato."
"No, I'm eating a lemontime." (Or clementine, whatever.)
"You can have that after you at least try some of your dinner."
"NOOOOO!" This sort of thing continued for another minute or so till Michael picked Rob up and hauled him to his bedroom. Rob continued carrying on for a bit until we nearly done eating. He resurfaced at the table with his big eyes looking rather sorrowful.
"I'm hungry. But I don't like eating cold food."
"You're lucky we have a microwave. Would you like me to warm your food up?" Michael asked.
Rob nodded and Michael zapped. As Michael set Rob's recently reheated entree in front of him, Rob stuns with me with his next question, "Can I have gravy on my potatoes?"
"What?!"
"Can I have some gravy on my potatoes? But not on my meat. I hate gravy on my meat."
Sigh. "Sure you can bud." Rob scarfs down his first serving of potatoes and gravy and asks for another. The even bigger surprise, when I caught him slyly dipping his meat into the gravy when he thought no one was looking.
That was when I pushed my chair away and excuse myself to go blog. But instead I started washing dishes. As the last of the table was cleared and I was scrapping the leftovers into tupperware, Rob's head pops up along side the counter and says, "Mom, don't forget to save the gravy!!!" I had to laugh as I scooped the last scoop of it into the container and secured the lid. And then I logged on to my blog.
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