At Least It's Getting Used

While Sophie may not be falling for our trick to use this pet bed instead of destroying our new couch, I'm happy to say I found someone using it...

Advantage, Childhood

Amelia has lost several teeth in the last six months. For this effort, the Tooth Fairy has rewarded her handsomely.  Well, I had wisdom tooth surgery yesterday. Apparently, as an adult, you don't get anything under your pillow. In fact, it seems the Tooth Fairy's real name is Anna and she sits at the oral surgeon's office taking all of your money. Perhaps this is the day job that funds her nighttime pillow deposit shenanigans? Either way, major win for childhood.

Model

Step 1 - stare at instructions to plot out your next steps.....

Step 2 - follow through on your plan of attack

Step 3 - Show that it's okay to like painting your nails and building things. Repeat Step 1.

Brown Bag

This picture may not seem like much, but to Everett, this represents the first day he's ever brought his lunch to school...and it was in a Batman lunch box....and it has his name sewn onto it. That is a top shelf day to a four year-old.

Dressed Up

You know when you look at the people going out with you and you realize you are wildly outclassed by the way they look? Well, I get to feel that way every Sunday when we leave for Church....

On a related note, Everett did not want to go to church today. When I told him we go to church to learn about Jesus, he even said "we don't have to go to church for Jesus. We can stay home. Jesus is in my heart!"

Fly on the Wall

Brownies with ice cream, nice weather, and sharing laughter with your little brother...those are the things great days are made of. Now, if only I could be a fly on wall to hear what they think is so hilarious...

Work Work Work Work Work

When you have kids, good help is easy to find....

Priorities

Yesterday, while discussing the virtues of being rich, my kids both showed me they really, really have their priorities lined up correctly.  Here is what they said about being rich,...


Amelia wants to be rich because she could -
1) be home schooled by Ms. Tonya.
2) watch all the movies she wants
3) take MawMaw to the dollar store and buy all the candy


Everett wants to be a grown up (he doesn't understand being rich, so he went with the coolest thing in the world, being a grown up) because he could -
1) read books
2) do work on his computer
3) say potty words.

So, there you have it.  No need to help the homeless. No need to travel the world.  No need to feed hungry children. For them, the dream is all-you-can-eat candy and potty words. Dream big, kiddos. Dream big.

Spot On

After much searching, pacing, and testing, it seems as though Sophie has finally found her spot on the new couch....

Picking

Now that we've made our first visit to the strawberry patch, our spring has officially begun...

Slugger

After a few strong swings, this slugger broke his first wiffle ball...

And his big sister helped him celebrate his home run....

Fresh and Clean

Sophie always looks young, spry, and healthy after she has a trip to the dog salon.  Of course, that doesn't stop her from shaking like a leaf and whimpering from the time she leaves the house until the time she gets back home.

Scream

Be honest, this artwork Amelia made at school that incorporates a picture of her with the very famous Scream painting creeps you out, doesn't it.......or is that just me??

Adjusted

As expected, the kids have adjusted quickly to our couch-less living room....

You could probably argue that Amelia likes it more than it was before...

Room

The good news - tonight, we gave away our sectional sofa and it will go to good use.

The bad news - our new sofa isn't coming for over a week. 

The question I am struggling with is what to do in the now completely open living room.  I'm guessing Meggan may have different ideas, but as of right now, my top three are either full court little tikes basketball, a small roller skating rink, or Everett's favorite - a wresting thunderdome.  

Smooth Criminal

The guy on the right of this picture is learning how to work the world. Today, he got in trouble at school and had to sit along the fence at outside playtime.  Did he get angry and yell at his teacher? No. Did he try to sneak off the fence? No. Did he lash out and whine? No. He got off the fence when he was told he could, picked little wildflowers, and brought them to his teacher. Well played, son. Well played.

Reality Check

You know, sometimes the honestly of children doesn't feel so good...



Me: Don't tell mommy, but that lady on TV is my girlfriend.

Amelia:  No, she's not.

Me: She is. She just doesn't know it yet.

Amelia:  Yeah, right! You could never get someone that good (would have been a nice time for her to say "better than mommy" instead)

Me: What?!? Why not??

Amelia: Because you're not famous and you're still practicing losing weight.

Me: Ouch

Amelia: What are you going to say "Excuse me, I have to go do 15 jumping jacks "? and then she'll just say "Uhhhhhh, okaaaaaaaay??"

Me: Point taken.

Ride

Some people needs lots of friends around to have a good time....not this guy, he's a party all to himself....

Son

Here are Everett's two crowning achievements for today...

This morning, he burst into our room in an excited, hurried fashion. He was so proud of himself, he could barely get out the words. Once he composed himself a bit, we were able to make out what he was saying... "I just did a HUUUUGE stinky. You have to come see this!!".  He ran around the house and found Amelia to tell her the same. He wouldn't stand for us doing anything other than coming to see his handy work. Keep in mind, this is a kid who has been potty trained for over a year. He wasn't celebrating being a big boy, he was celebrating pooping like a Sasquatch. If it weren't for the fact that his effort was the most impressive potty work I've seen in years, I'd have taken it a little worse.

This afternoon, after he had another potty break at a furniture store (on a side note, I think this little guy is literally trying to poop in every public restroom in the Southeast), I heard him howling with laughter from inside the stall.  I go inside to see what's tickled his funny bone and he's standing there half naked having just realized he's been wearing two pair of underwear all day long. So, it took him 5 hours and 3 trips to the potty to realize he'd wedged himself into not only his way too small Spiderman underwear, but also into an additional pair of firetruck underwear below those.

Boys, they're just different.