Sunday, July 19, 2009

Um...Ok


Me: Nathan! Why is your underwear drawer empty and why is all of your clean underwear scattered all over this room? Didn't we just have a conversation about you guys NOT leaving clean clothes on the floor? Why is this underwear all over the place?

Isaac (matter of factly): Underwear fight.


Can anyone think of a clever response? It took so much energy to maintain my parental displeasure affect that I don't think I said anything.

BOYS!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Germs! Germs Everywhere!

I spent the better part of my childhood wallowing in muddy creeks. While watching my kids engage in the same activity today, I wondered how on earth I managed to survive without contracting some debilitating disease. I fought the urge to bathe them all in hand sanitizer after they dried off, but I did herd them into the shower the second we arrived home.

Muddy Creeks = Bad and Scary

Now you know.

Love to all!







Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Big Three

Anna has been waiting and waiting for that oh so exciting day when she would be able to take classes just like "my boys" as she often refers to her big brothers.

The magic age is 3.

As a now official 3 year old Anna gets to start taking lessons and classes and she is THRILLED.

Today was the first day of her ballet class. She was SO excited she could hardly sit still.

Pictures from the big day below. She is taking the class with her buddy Valerie. I also threw in a couple pics of the boys lounging in the pool as that is where we spent the majority of the rest of our day.

Love to all!





Curses!

Yesterday afternoon I noticed my sweet little Anna marching around the house saying something that sounded suspiciously like, "Damn it! Crap! Damn it! Crap!"

Appalled, I pulled her aside and informed her that we do not use such words in our house and that she knows better as we have had this conversation after hearing other people use such words. I then placed her in time out.

A minute or two later, Nathan, Anna's ever present protector and publicist, sidled up to me and said, "Mommy, Anna wasn't saying bad words. She was saying Democrat. I taught her to say it yesterday."

Jesse, who is not sure which is worse, made her finish the time out anyway.