My tummy told me to do it.

In the past when Ivy has told us her tummy hurts or is making noises we have responded by saying that her tummy is telling her that she needs to go to the bathroom or she is hungry. I think that is why her tummy now dictates several of her daily decisions. She will frequently say things like "My tummy says I want to watch Sleeping Beauty" or "My tummy says it is not bed time it says I'm not tired" or "My tummy said Cassius was hungry so I gave him my sandwich." It's pretty funny, but a little like The Shining. RedRum.

Daddy's Little Helper

The house we purchased has needed some work. A few Saturdays ago I had my husband rebuild one of the closets. Sloane decided she was going to help him. She followed him around the whole day. She got a pencil to put behind her ear. She handed him things like his tape measure or his drill. She would follow him outside in the cold to watch him use the table saw. She did this for several hours. I had no idea she had that kind of attention span. It was super sweet.

I kissed a booger

The other day Emery approached me holding out her finger and crying. I was not really paying attention and absentmindedly kissed it assuming she was holding it out because she had hurt it. She said, "No mom, I have a booger." That's right I had just kissed Emery's booger.

I'm Back

So, I have been completely busy with this whole shopping for a house thing. I am glad to report we found a house and have spent the last couple of month fixing it up a little, and moving in. I am starting to feel mostly settled. I decided it was time to get back to my blog. I thought I would give you a taste of my kids amazing fashion sense. And yes, we do occasionally go out in public in some of these get ups. If they get dressed or do thier hair all by themselves who am I to say they did it wrong. Although I do draw the line at wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses.