Fun!

Toilet paper is so fun! Want some?

Here! Can I help you?

Snuggly

Just your typical girl sleeping on Holly Hobby sheets snuggled up with her cuddly stegosaurus. Normal, right?

A relaxing Sunday morning

All three kids are giggling and laughing about a geography game on the iPad. They are getting along, having fun and happy. Beautiful children- we have much to be thankful for. Especially Kelly as half if their glee is due to the fact they are camped out on John's back.

Tooth #4

Today at breakfast, William got a funny look on his face and then he pulled out the tooth that he had bitten loose. Hopefully it should make eating carrots easier, but corn on the cob might be out for a while.

Old McDonald

My mama job requires all kinds of talents. Feeding, clothing, and convincing children they want to do things they don't want to do (eat some vegetables!) requires some creativity and talent. Today at lunch, I was trying to convince Gemma to eat some bananas mixed with sweet potatoes. She wasn't buying it and I was wearing more sweet potatoes than she had eaten. So,method #1? Distraction.

Mama: old McDonald had a farm. Eieio. And on his farm he had a cow. Eieio. With a moo moo there

Amelia: wait! Stop! I didn't want to do a cow!

Mama: what?

Amelia: I didn't want it to be a cow. I DON'T WANT IT TO BE A COOOOOOOW!

Mama: (inward eye roll)
Mama: what did you want it to be?
Amelia: old McDonald had a wife!
Mama: a wife?
Amelia: a wife.
Mama: But, what would a wife say on the farm?
Amelia: (silence for several beats) I love you!
Mama: okay then!
Amelia: or, pick up your socks

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Sleepy

William wanders out of his room.  It is late- 11 or 11:30 at night.  He sleepily wanders into the bathroom.  I get up to go assist.  William sleeps so deeply that when he gets up he sometimes has trouble waking up enough to....well let's just say get the job down well.  I go in the bathroom and find him bumping around with his eyes shut.  Typical.  I hug him to me and guide him toward the toilet.

"You don't have to help me with this anymore mom."

(a pause before my brain comprehends what he is telling me)

"What?"

"This.  I don't need help with this anymore mom."

 oh.  hmmm. really?

I help him wash his hands and shuffle him back to bed.  And I contemplate.  He might not actually need my help with this anymore.