I get up, get the kids ready...I want to go outside. Dwayne is going to shoot guns with his brother.
We get outside, get in the car & head for Sara's coffee shop.
They make great cheap food.
We pile in, my kids & I.
It is a full house. one booth left. I get the hairy eyeball. Not sure if it is because I look funny or because I have the toddlers & everyone is bracing for the eventual screaming.
For some reason, they are behave, I have no idea why I deserve such an event, but I take it in. Feeling lucky that day.
As we eat, Dylan waipes his hands on his shirt, I offer napkins periodically, he uses them then forgets & goes for the shirt again. We play this game for a while. Then I give up. Then he starts wiping his hands on his shoes, well, the bottom of his shoes because he is sitting on his feet.
"Dylan, don't wipe your hands on your shoes, honey, they are dirty."
"I not eatin', wook, (opens mouth wide to show there is no food inside)"
And I laugh.
Silly little boy.

JANUARY:

The kids like pancakes

The kids like computers

The kids like weird Japanese kiddie drinks

The kids like crabs

Mmmm crabs

The Dylan likes ot make his own PB&J

I like this smile

And I like this smile

And I like this smile

And I like this smile

And I like this smile

And I like these smiles

We went hiking in a park near the house

The kids like to throw stones

Georgia took off up the hill

Dylan wanted to try jumping off the log

Thank you Jesus!

The kids liek to ride Bikes

The kids like to ....Move it, move it...

FEBURARY

 

if you have children, what story did they have for you when you arrived home from work?

My Dylan:
Dylan: Mommie...I peed in my swimsuit.
Me: you did?
Dylan: yeah, but only a widdle bit. (fingers pinched together)

My husband:
I walk further into the house, my husband says, "When I woke up this morning, Dylan was standing in the hallway, wearing his swimsuit. Then he told me, "Daddy, I want to go to the beach!". "
 
My Georgia:
I go upstairs to change into my pjs. I don't feel well today. a bit stressed & my ears are ringing for some strange reason. No stuffy nose or throat, just the ears. So I sit down in my recliner. My daughter comes into the room, she notices that something is up with me. She comes over & asks in the sweetest Georgia way, "Mama, what is the matter?" I am not sure how to explain that my ears are ringing. So I say, " I have a bell in my ear and it kind of hurts." She says, "Let me hear it." "Mama, why can't I hear it?" "can we get it out?"
Then she goes back to pretneding to chat on my old cell phone in her barbie heels.

and all I want to do is go to bed.