July 30, 2011

Bedtime Bandits

The kids are insane before bed.  In-sane.  They run around the house like their pants are on fire; usually straight out of the tub - slick, naked little crazed lunatics.   The Expert was outside getting the bikes ready for a ride tomorrow, and I was practicing my zookeeping with the kids.

Me:     James, you need to settle down, get in your bed, and wait for me to come back while I put Stella to bed.

James:  I don't like you, Mommy.

Me:      Well, I'm sorry you feel that way.

James:  I like Daddy.  I don't like you!

Me:      Well, somebody has to be the bad cop.

James:  You are a BAD cop, Mommy.
Always glad for Daddy to play.

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July 24, 2011

Chitter Chatter

James:      Mom, this is my sister.  This is Stella.

Me :          Yep, I know her.


Stella:       My bubba!

James:     Awwww, you're my sister, Stella.

Stella:       Yesss.

James:     Stella, you remember when I was a little baby?

Stella:      Yes, bubba.

James:     Oh, good.

Stella:       Yes.

James:     You remember when Mommy was a little girl?

Stella:       Yes. I 'member Mommy.

James:      Oh, that's good, Stella.

July 18, 2011

Bedtime

James sneaked down the stairs again tonight.

Me:       You need to go back to bed.

James:  But I need to go potty.

Me:       Oh, well, that's good...thank you for telling me!

(Goes potty)

Me:      Now, back to bed.

James: Mom?

Me:      Yes, James.

James:  After I go to sleep, I can wake up?

Me:      Yes, baby.

James   Oh, okay.  That's good.

July 14, 2011

Bananas

Seriously?  If children are quiet, there's a reason.


There's also a reason I think my children are actually real, live monkeys.


     

July 10, 2011

Swirly

The fam was eating dinner this evening, when the all familiar scream of "I HAVE TO GO POTTY" sounded out from James.  Usually, we just let him go to it.

Tonight, he took a little too long, but we didn't think much about it.  James comes out of the bathroom, and sits down at the table.

Me:               James, why is your hair wet?

James:          
Mommy, my hair is sooooo wet! Ha! My hair is wet!


The Expert:  James why is your hair wet----


Me:               ---oh no---


James:          My hair went in the toilet, Mom!

The Expert:  Did you put your head in the toilet, James?

James:          Yes, I did.

July 9, 2011

Blueberries & Alma Mater


Took the kids blueberry picking today. I realized that I hadn't posted anything in a long time on this blog.  But really, all we've been doing with the kids is taking them to the gym and to the pool.  Who wants to read blog entry after blog entry about a pool?


The blueberry picking was fun, but super hot.  The nice thing about the blueberries - James picked them, and didn't have to fib about it (this time).



I understand why blueberries are so expensive now.  Takes alot of picking to get a little container.  We fared pretty well, though.


Three potty breaks later, we hit the road again.  On our way out of the farm, I realized we were only fifteen miles from Athens, so I begged the Expert to take us to RuSan's for lunch.  It's a sushi/Japanese food place.  The kids ate sushi with chopsticks, and it was sooooooo good.  I felt so happy to be in Athens for the day.


Then, I figured we ought to introduce the kids to our alma mater and do the traditional pictures under the Arch at the University of Georgia.  





Finished off by taking them on a tour of the Law School (another potty break really), where I told them several times not to even think about becoming lawyers.





Oh... there was a dinosaur spotting at the Arch...

July 1, 2011

In Her Shoes


I love this baby girl.  Miss Stella Rae.  Miss Muffett.  Miss Trouble.

I had a new Nine West box of shoes arrive, and Stella was digging in with greedy little fingers as quickly as I could unwrap.  She may not look a lick like me... but she's like me.



(Don't mind the naked baby dolls in the background).