Being a Mom

Some days I feel like a pro at mothering.

Today I woke up at five- well a hungry baby woke me up. When she was full and back to bed, I baked muffins, did the laundry, mopped the floor, edited some pictures for my sister, and browsed around facebook and pinterest before the rest of the family woke up.

I managed to vaccum the house, run an errand, host a mutual activity, do more laundry, clean up the backyard before the snow covers everything, and get all three of my children's digital photo books up to date before the evenings end.

On top of it all, my children didn't fight too much and are hilarious and awesome- their latest adventures include making the living room chairs into a tent, getting flashlights and hiding from bears and other woodland animals, while sleeping in blankets and pillows they turn into sleeping bags. And did you see the video I posted of them quoting scripture? They are so awesome.

The new little one is a smiling fool too. We love it.

Oh and have I mentioned how I can now nurse a baby while walking up the stairs. I'm not saying it is the safest or smartest thing to be doing, but it is happening at least once a day around here.

You heard me.

Nursing while walking up the stairs.

Sometimes I don't feel like a pro at mothering.

Like last week when I attempted to run the errand I managed to do today. It was all I wanted to accomplish that day. So I loaded the kids in the car, drove to Provo with all three kids, unloaded the children out of the car and into a cart and walked into a store. 45 seconds at the store and the kids in and on the cart, knock it over, everyone falls out and is crying and hurt. Thankfully M is in her car seat and though her car seat falls to the tile floor and least she is protected. Sam is under the cart and Kate seems to be mostly unharmed. after I have determined there are no broken arms and find my cell phone which went flying under a display and of course console all the crying children, we walk back to the car and decide to try another day.

What was that.... 45 seconds in a store?

Yup.

The best part. As we are driving home Kate whips out a princess hair clip and tells me " Look what I sneaked out of the store". Apparently she deemed the chaos the perfect time to swipe something she had her eye on. And instead of making her return it, I just take it away and tell her I will take it back another day.

I'm not going back to the store now, and not later either, not for an item that was less than a $1. How is that for great teaching moments to my children and awesome mothering?

You are welcome for the laugh.

I'm just grateful I had today.

This Happy Day

Things that made me happy today.

1. My baby slept in her crib last night, and for two naps today.... not in my arms. Hooray!

2. Our whole family went on a fall picnic for lunch. Jake and I talked about our hopes and dreams while the children collected pine cones. No really, this actually happened.

3. I worked out and it was before 9:00 at night

4. Baking. It is fall after all.

5. My baby is big enough to finally wear all the clothes that fill her closet. And she looks adorbs!

6. Two children taking afternoon naps at the same time.

7. Kate and her friend filling the house with giggles all afternoon.

8. My baby fell asleep on my chest while I watched Nate Berkus. I never wanted to move.

9. My sweet new Zara.com shoes arrived on the porch around noon.

10. All the laundry is done at my house.

11. Our ridiculous health insurance premium did not go up with the addition of our third child.

12. I made dinner for the family.

The day is not over so the potential for my day to be ruined still exists, but lets celebrate the small victories. Especially in my new life with 3 children.

Funny Kids

Stuff my kids have said lately.

Sam watching me nurse the baby.

He points to one breast

"There is milk in there?"

yes I tell him. He is figuring this new baby stuff out

He points to the other breast

"And juice in there?"

No Sam, I am not a soda fountain. I only come in one flavor.

Kate telling me about her new friends in school.

"she has two colors of hair brown and blonde like mine. I guess Jesus got mixed up. But she likes it alright" I can't wait to meet this little girl Jesus got mixed up on when making her hair.

Sam.

Every time he gets the smallest amount of food or drink or dirt on his clothes he wants to wash them. He gets upset, takes the item off and puts it in the washer. Then asks

"mommy wash it?"

I do.

the next day when he finds that clothing item. He says

"mommy dry it, peas?"

I say yes

sam says "tank you mommy"

every time. Every time he thanks me for doing his laundry. I love him for his appreciation.

Parenthood.

I saw a status update on Facebook from myself from last year.

"Motherhood: Waking up in a pool of vomit that belongs to somebody you didn't even know was in your bed"

I mostly said it being funny.

Sometimes I think I am.

But it was true. Both Sam and Kate were really sick. That was a year or more ago I think.

My humorous thoughts today.....

"Parenthood: Spending the hours between 10 and midnight with my husband on the couch in front of the tv with our shirts both off. It may sound like a steamy evening at first, but really we had both been covered in vomit, removed our shirts and were too tired to go upstairs to get new shirts."

Having kids is a blast.

You may think I said that with sarcasm in my voice. But I didn't. I mean it.

Having kids is a blast, vomit and all.

Having an incredible man to laugh with me when I get puked on, only to laugh at him when he gets puked on minutes later makes the journey even sweeter.

Dinner with the Kids

Tonight we went out to dinner.
That is nothing unusual for us.
But something about it was magical.
Truly.

For starter we had a $40 gift card to the Old Spaghetti Factory.
The old Spaghetti Factory happens to be a family favorite. Well of course it is, they serve noodles, one of the five foods our kids will eat.
This $40 card came in the mail as part of an advertizing campaign.
How we were selected to receive it, I am unaware.
It seemed like their money wasted to me, because we are already fans of the restaurant and eat there a few times a year.
Their loss, our luck!

We arrived, and parked in a front row spot. To which Jake stated "Don't I always come through"
He knows how much I hate walking right now.
It was humorous a few minutes later when we realized we were at the wrong entrance.
A trip through the mall and we arrived at the restaurant and were seated.
Sam all along repeating "noo-noos" in an excited way, his word for noodles.

I opened up the kids menu, gave the kids some color crayons and then read Kate the menu to help her choose a meal. The 4th choice on the list was butter noodles. She said she wanted to butter noodles. I kept reading. She burst into tears because she wanted butter noodles and thought in some way by continue to read the menu I wasn't going to let her. Real tears. Granted she had fallen asleep in the car on the way over to dinner and we had woken her up.
Once we established she would be permitted to order butter noodles the tears stopped and our perfect dinner began.

We ordered drinks, our sides arrived, and a balloon guy showed up at our table. He offered to make the children each a balloon animal in their color choice. For Kate a pink and yellow unicorn. For Sam, a purple airplane. Really the guys creations were far from accurate, but the children accepted them as perfect replicas. Their eyes huge as he twisted. Feeling so adult as they answered his questions for their balloon preference. Sam using all the words in the world to talk about it "guy make airplane, flies, purple airplane... zoom zoom"

You think that might be where the magic ended. But no.
Our children ate applesauce and tons of bread before their meals even arrived.
So much, we were sure they would not be eating the noodles and we would be boxing them up for home. They ate APPLESAUCE. Something I have attempted to serve them time after time at home with no success. That they ate so much, this all alone would have been miraculous.

While we ate our bread and sides, Kate discussed the upcoming sports seasons for the Cougars, what events she would like to attend with her father and, of course, what BYU fan clothing of hers she was going to wear. Yes, in all seriousness this is what our four year old choose to discuss at dinner tonight. Jake and I- surprised and delighted. Of course Kate informed me I couldn't come because I don't like sports. She is a little right.

Soon our meals came.
Usually either Jake or I gets to eat, while the other coaxes the children into eating/ getting off the floor/ playing with their straw.
Today Jake and I began our meals, as did our children.
Each had their own kids plate. Usually we only order one kids plate and make them share because they don't eat that much. But tonight since we were on a gift card we got each their own.
And they ate them too. Almost the entire kids plate. Our kids.
While Jake and I ate mostly uninterrupted aside from some help with a fork on occasion.
In fact we were finished with out meals, and our children were still sitting, happily eating.

Toward the end of the meal Sam grabbed my face with both his hands, said "my mommy" then kissed me on the mouth. It made me happy.
It made Jake and I turn to each other and begin to discuss the possibility that we had in fact somehow warped into some kind of alter world.
Sam seeing how happy I was with the words and kiss, repeated himself, and added a hug too.

Next our ice cream came (it comes with every meal there you know)
And believe what you might, our children ate almost all of that too.
Discussing how the chocolate was extra crunchy- Kate, and how ice cream was "freezing"- Sam

We finished. Our bill came and we sent the gift card to cover it, still not sure how legit it was. They waiter came back. It had worked, covered the entire meal, with a bit left over. Thanks random advertising campaign who selected us.

We left the restaurant.
With two mostly still clean children happily skipping (almost literally) by our sides.
Jake and I turned to one another unsure of what had just happened.

Free dinner.
Delightful children. Children who ate every bite before them, discussed interesting things, showed their love and appreciation for us, and didn't climb under the table.

We may just never attempt to eat out again so we don't tarnish what was a beautiful evening out.

In addition if anyone knows who abducted my children and replaced them with miniature adult look alikes... I am somewhat curious.

A Day in the LIfe- Full Circle

I woke up this morning to two children at my bedside wide eyed at 6:30 asking
"Where is Jacob?"
Their father they mean. Who do they think they are? Adults?

I was out. I mean out. I wonder how long they have been bouncing around the house, or playing in their room.

I tell them "Jacob" went to play basketball and pull them into the bed with me.

I usually only see the hours before 7:00 in short snippets of time when I am up to use the bathroom, or working out leg cramps. Not for my permanent up time. Not when I am pregnant. Not when I have a saint for a spouse. Which I do.

So silly me, I got each child a strawberry pop tart, some juice and put on Super Why on the tv in our room. I did it so I could just lay there for 20 more minutes, and sneak in a shower.

I gave breakfast to the kids in our bed, knowing they were going to get pop tart crumbs all in our bed. Knowing that would mean I would have to wash our bedding before we went to sleep that night. Knowing that I would have to feed them real breakfast later. Knowing that sounds like really poor parenting.

I didn't care at 6:30.
I didn't care until I took the bedding downstairs and saw the other four loads of laundry already down there.

The rest of our day was mostly typical aside from my extra grumpiness from being tired and sick.
It included
Getting kids out of the kiddie pool who had jumped in with their clothes on.
Coaxing children into pooping.. TMI I know but that is the life we lead.
Replanting all the onions, because Kate and Sam dug them up and ate all the greens. (that is what I get for feeding them pop tarts for breakfast)
They managed the "gardening" which I attempted to do some of our business accounting- which I did finish though it took until lunch. And while I tried to work, I was clearly intolerant of the children, because when I asked Kate why she was not listening she told me it was because I was "not being so nice".
Gave the kids room a cleaning, put away a load or two or laundry.
After lunch I got Sam down for a nap, and then had Kate agree to do some chores for computer time. I actually didn't really have any chores for her, but my made up chores kept her occupied while I finished up some baby shower invites for a sister in law coming up.
I served the children Arby's for dinner. Sometimes that is just how we make it through the day.
Made it to two different church meetings, organized my stuff for mutual tomorrow, put the kids to bed and finally managed to show up as a good mom for the day with extra stories and like twenty songs.

And the day was done.
I hauled the laundry up the stairs a few minutes ago.
Pulled the sheets and pillow cases out and re made the bed.
Sat down with my laptop and turned on the tv. This is how I wait for Jake to come to bed. He always has work stuff to wrap up for a few minutes, and feeds the dog and locks the doors.

I looked to the side of the bed.
There sat half a strawberry pop tart.
And despite the fact it has been sitting their all day, or that some two year old ate half of it, or that I was in bed. The bed I just washed and re made because of pop tart crumbs.
I ate that half of a strawberry pop tart.

I was hungry after all. And it had been a long day.
And I laughed.
At myself, and the pop tart, and the circle of events for the day.

I thought it might make other moms laugh too.
So there.

Spaceships and Astronauts

Funny moments with my kids.


We went to the park this afternoon.
Yeah!
It was finally sunny and warm to go out.

At the park we saw an airplane flying overhead.
It was ascending quickly and leaving a smoke trail behind it that was very thick.

Kate is excited
"look mom, a spaceship"

I play along.
"wow what luck, you never get to see spaceships"

The "spaceship" flies over our heads, and is within about 5 minutes out of sight, its smoke trail quickly fading.

Sam chases after the spaceship, calling for Buzz Lightyear. He pouts and yells for Buzz to come back. He runs away from me and after the spaceship. He gives me his sad face when he is retrieved.

Kate asks me if she can be an astronaut when she grows up.
When I tell her she can she spends the rest of the afternoon trying to convince Sam he should be an astronaut when he grows up too.
"don't you want to go up in space when you get bigger", "we could share a spaceship and be together."

My kids are best friends, and it makes our house the best!

Slivers and Pirates

Our days around here get funnier and funnier.
Today the kids headed out to play outside. They found an old piece of fence wood and some garden stakes I had put by the trash to get thrown out. I told them not to play with them several times. They continued. They were "building something" and they were playing nice. Kate came inside with a cut. I put a bandage on it fast and let her go back outside. Then I put them both in the bath after lunch. I noticed the cut was really a splinter. And after the bath I recruited Jake to help me get it out. The minute she saw the tweezers and needles coming out she started crying. Crying, Screaming, yelling, bargaining. She kept saying she was really scared, that she didn't like "that pokey thing", then would say things like "Let me just ask you something first." " Wait a minute, just one minute" We ended up pinning her down and trying but she was fighting us both so hard we couldn't get it out.
Sam was watching this whole ordeal. He seemed concerned and worried. I thought he feared for his sister. While we were chasing Kate down we noticed him look at his own hand. The worried look he was giving us, was that he realized he had the same problem- a sliver in his hand- but her wasn't saying a word about it. He didn't want us to see. We did though, and gave Kate a break for her complete melt down, and held Sam down. He freaked out and screamed and tried to run, but only because Kate had. His sliver was out in about 20 seconds.
Then it was back to Kate. Jake eventually held her down long enough for me to dig it out.
It was traumatic, and took more than a half an hour of fighting and chasing. And although it was sad, Jake and I both laughed a little over all the drama.

Later we went for family night to the Pirate Island in Orem. The kids were excited about the Pirates and games. Each time Kate won some tickets she would hold them up, count each one and proclaim "look I won" Kate and Sam both got a pirate patch with their tickets in the end, and some candy. Sam wore his pirate patch though he could hardly see for most the night until he went to bed and was thrilled to be a pirate for the night. The kids love pirates. I think Kate has decided the entire family should be pirates for Halloween. I hope she keeps thinking this.

Kids This Week

Sam is in the middle of throwing what has been a thirty minute tantrum about boots.
I won't let him wear his boots- they are covered in mud, and it is suppose to be 70 degrees today. Weather that hardly warrants snow boots.
Plus they smell. They smell because he wears them everyday and usually without socks.
He has searched the house for them and is now in his room dumping out his drawers trying to find them.
It is sad to see him cry, but mostly funny because it is about boots.

Kate is great at praying by herself now.
It is fun to hear too.
She prays for normal things like for us to be healthy and to bless our food.
But then she prays for all the awesome things three year olds think about.
Yesterday alone included for us to be warm, for it to be warm outside, for the sky not to be windy and for her to find some more money.
Apparently her thoughts are full of Spring and getting more quarters for her new piggy bank.

It is April Fool's Today.
The perfect day to get our ultra sound for the new baby.
I promise there will be no jokes from me... lets hope my OBGYN is not a jokester either.

Dentist Day

Today we took the whole family to the dentist.
The kids have never seen a dentist, and since lost our dental insurance about a year ago, it had been at least 14 months since Jake or I had been.
I could see a cavity in my back molar- my 1st ever.
I figured it was time.
So we made 4 appointments one after the other for Thursday morning.
And I was a bit nervous.
Nervous that we would be paying out of our own pockets to fill cavities on everyone,
and more nervous the kids would riot and refuse.

I told Kate that we were going to see a dentist while we were at home.
She complained and said she didn't want to go.
She kept saying over and over again "My teeth are fine"
I couldn't wait to see what she did when they tried to clean her teeth.

I went 1st. Just the one cavity to be filled next week.
Or course I didn't get x-rays to protect the fetus.

When I was done Kate, Sam and Jake were not in the waiting room.
They had been taken back, and both kids had had their teeth cleaned already.
Without me, and any protesting.
I hadn't ever heard a thing in the next room.
I was shocked.
The dentist finished checking them up and they hopped down happy to get their prizes and new toothbrushes.
No cavities or problems for them either.
This surprised me too since they make me chase and pin them down to brush their teeth.
Jake and the hygienist said that Kate had been especially good, interested in the chair that went up and down and happy about her appointment all around.
I was so proud of her and kept telling her over and over again.
While Jake finished his appointment I waited with the kids in the kids room.

The two of them were more interested in the books about dentists, and carried around their bags of toothbrushes for the rest of the time there.
At home the continued to carry around their bags of goodies from the dentist, talk about the dentist, and then both brushed their teeth while watching a movie this afternoon- without any prompting. In fact I couldn't get them to put their toothpaste and floss away.

At night we were cleaning up Kate insisted we put all her new teeth cleaning supplies away in her bathroom so they didn't get lost.

It was a very strange and much better than expected 1st time at the dentist for the kids.
It made for a great rest of the day.

Sunday Miracle

We had a Sunday Miracle today.

It started when all four of us were seated in Sacrament Meeting before it began at 9:00 am.
I am a prompt person normally, but this was the 1st week since the new year time that we have made it before the meeting began. Way to go Team.
Not only did we make it on time, we had about ten minutes to spare at home, we all got breakfast, I only had to do Kate's hair once, and Jake managed to throw some dinner in the crock pot so we didn't have to eat Spaghetti O's when we returned at noon.

I would count this as an A+ for Sundays already.

For Sacrament-
We sat in our row and did not leave with one child or the other . Not for potty breaks, not for drinks, not for general unruliness.
They both were relatively behaved, aside from singing along to some musical numbers which I deem more adorable then reprehensible.
We also managed to leave the row as we found it.
When I say this, what I mostly mean is that we didn't have to fetch the vacuum quickly before moving on to our next meeting because one or more children smashed popcorn, bread, crackers or whatever else they had for a snack into the carpet like we had to last week.

Both children happily ran to their classes. This is more usual than unusual, but it added to our perfect score.

Jake and I sat together through the 2nd hour Sunday school.
Then the stars really aligned.
It was our ward conference, and not only did neither one of us have to teach, the stake leaders taught and combined young women and young men together.
Meaning that Jake and I were able to sit together for the 3rd hour as well.
There is no question that this was a 1st and very unusual to sit uninterrupted through 3 complete hours of church together.

I'm not expecting a repeat of this miracle anytime soon.
Just enjoying it for today.

Sam's Interpretation of Prayer

Sometimes we think we have done something right.
Like most days when we watch our 23 month old say prayers by himself.
He folds his arms and says "Heavenly Father, mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble. Amen"

What a smart little guy.

Then today we realized he thinks saying a prayer is how you cool you food off.
And that is all he thinks it is.

We were eating raviolis for dinner.
Sam asked for some more.
His 2nds were hot, "hot" he says as he waves his hand at them.
Then mid meal, he folds his arms, says his prayers, and attempts to eat them again.
Unprompted of course.

Confused as to why he is prayer mid meal at first.
Then we realize.
He thinks that is how you cool your food off.
How did he come to the conclusion that prayers at the dinner table are simply a means of cooling your food?

This is what happens at almost every meal.

We sit down at the table. I have already served the children's plates up.
Sam goes to take a bite. He finds it too hot.
We tell him, "Wait Sam, we have to say a prayer 1st"
By the time both children are seated, with folder arms and we help one of them say a prayer and we return to eating the food has cooled.

Well logically it does look like that is why we say a prayer.

Of the funny things kids think.

Hilarious Kate

" Kids grow up to be Mommies and Dad's come from fairies...
...Jesus will make you a mom, you have to ask him please...
... {Name of child in preschool} went potty on the big potty not my potty because she has a big bum..."


In case you think these are an assortment of statements she made over the course of today, you are wrong, this is one streaming conversation from her to me and Jake just minutes ago.

There is nothing funnier than being the parent of a very talkative three year old.

Kate is really into "being married" right now.
She is always saying things like "when I am a mom..." or "when I get married"

Tonight as I was putting her to bed she had these things to say to me.

"When you got married did you throw that thing around your leg?"
" When I get married I am going to have blue flowers"
"I am going to have a married house with twenty flowers outside and diamonds in the middle of the flowers"
" In my married house I am going to have a pink couch and a sparkly blue kitchen"
"Can we put those pj's (that are too small for her now) in the box and save them for when I have a little girl named Kaylie"
"When you got married did you throw your flowers?"
"We are going to have stars when I get married"

That picture above is her dressed up to get married. Notice the tiara and blue "veil"

PLEASE STOP GROWING UP LITTLE ONE!
You are only 3.

Wondering where she learns all this wedding stuff?
From Disney Princess movies that is where.
That or Jake and I make marriage look just that awesome.

Good Things

1. Jake was headed to the temple this week. Kate asked him where he was going. When Jake replied to the temple, Kate replied "Be reverent and listen to what Jesus tells you".

2. Sam arrived to trick or treat at the very 1st house last night. In his bag a chocolate tootsie pop was deposited. He picked it out of the bag and had it unwrapped and in his mouth in under 5 seconds, and before we could get off the porch.

3. After 10 days of not having a usable bathroom on the main floor of the house, we finally finished the remodel of Friday. You can see it and all our back breaking work here.

It is True

They really like hats.
and why not swimming goggles with your snow hat. Makes total sense.

Reasoning

Kate asked if she could go play outside today.
I told her it was too cold and snowy. And it was.
Then she disappeared upstairs.
She returned about ten minutes later like this.
And re asked if she could go outside and play.
coat, scarf, mittens, hat, shoes and sunglasses.
She was about as protected from the elements as her three year old self could make herself.
It was hard to reason against playing outside now.
So she got to.

Might I add, she got a purple coat and purple mittens to match the purple shirt she had on. I think she tried really hard- lest she come downstairs and get told that she couldn't wear that ___ outside.

7 Reasons My Kids are HIlarious!

Reason 1:
A Halloween costume catalog arrived in the mail today. I have passed on the love for the holiday to my oldest born. She scoured its pages all day. She picked out costumes for all of us. Sadly it looks like the days of me coordinating everyone's costumes together has come to an end, for Kate has her mind set on Ariel the Little Mermaid. She is so excited about Halloween and costumes that she just asked me to read her the catalog for her bedtime story, and I did.

Reason 2:
Sam slept for 3 hours straight today. He is awesome like that. During which time I was able to clean my entire house with Kate by my side, and spend more than enough time wandering aimlessly around the internet for things I will not purchase and projects I will never get around to. And I did so guilt free as my chores were already completed and I had already read Kate all 13 books we got at the library yesterday.

Reason 3:
I was cutting up some Fresh Mango for dinner.
Kate: What is that Mom?
Me: It is called a Mango
Kate: Like a Flamango? (flamingo)
Me: Yes Kate, it sounds like flamingo
Kate: Are we eating Flamango Mom?
Me: No Kate it is just a fruit
Kate: oh Flamangos eat them.
Me: Yes Kate they likely do.

Reason 4:
Sam says "Push" now to ever button, door, car etc. Anything he can push or pull.
"Puushshshshshsh" It IS funny, even if it doesn't sound like it to you.

Reason 5:
Kate and Sam were playing with the vacuum. They love the thing because it has an automatic cord wind feature. Kate smacked Sam with one of the cleaning extensions. I asked him what happened, mostly in a rhetorical comforting way, as I was aware of what had happened. He stopped crying, stood up, pointed his finger her way and said "kate". Let the blaming begin.

Reason 6:
Kate found two suckers downstairs in a box in the basement for a party a while ago.
She brought them upstairs. A pink for her (her favorite color) and a yellow for me (as she knows it is my favorite color). I told her she could have it, but I did not want mine. This confounded her. She didn't understand why I did not want to eat a sucker. She asked me several questions, like why I was not hungry? if I was going to save it for later? and why wasn't I going to eat the sucker. She told me my tummy did not look full. It just blew her away that I wouldn't want to eat a sucker. She eventually left it on my desk for me to eat later.

Reason 7:
The children amused themselves for a good 45 minutes today and yesterday feeding the dog cereal they sneak out the cupboard. It is funny to watch them work on the project together filling cups of cereal then taking it outside, then handing it piece by piece to one very happy dog. It may be a waste of cereal but it seems to be great for sibling bonding.

Reason 8:
We checked out a Childrens' Spanish vocabulary book from the library. Kate was reading one of he books to Sam this morning.
kate: How do you say ball is Spanish Sam?
Kate: You say "le ball",
La pelota is more likely correct, and her sounds more like a french ball than a spanish ball, but I think she is getting the feel for the language.

And that was my hilarious day.

Food Fight

I have mostly given up convincing my children they must eat food to stay alive.
They are determined more than ever not to EAT! ANYTHING! EVER!

That is why when they ask for something food related.
I let them have it.

I know I am encouraging poor eating habits.

I just have lost the energy to fight this food fight anymore.

Which is why when Kate asks to eat ice cream out of the carton for a morning snack I open the freezer and hand her a spoon.


p.s. I don't just take these pictures of my children eating all the time just to blog. I am just planning on making a collage of family photos for the dinning room of my kids looking cute and eating.

Convo with Kate

Today at dinner.

Me - " Did you get those pretty eyes from your Dad?"
Kate -"yes, but Jesus gave me my eyes so I could see."
Me - "oh"
Kate -" Jesus glued on my arms right here too.
(pointing at her elbow)
There is glue in there
that is why is is squishy."

I'm glad she has everything all figure out.

Then there was Lunch

I was being a decent parent today.
We had watched hot air balloons, blown bubbles, drawn with sidewalk chalk and eaten pancakes and harvested veggies from the garden all before 8:00 this morning.

But this day is taking forever.

So when the kids wanted to split an entire package or pepperoni for lunch.
Well.... shamefully, I let them.

And the two of them ate the entire package of pepperoni in about four minutes and were very happy about it.

I didn't even make them eat one grape or bite of yogurt.... you know something more appropriate for a toddlers lunch.

We prayed and blessed the food though.

This guy has caught on and even mumbles something like a prayer sounds now.

I think this partially redeems me as a parent despite the completely processed, under nutritious and down right disgusting lunch.



I promise I snapped these after the prayer was over not during.