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.

Kiss It Better

Ivy tends to be more accident prone than my other children. When they trip and fall they have a 50/50 chance of missing whatever obstacles may cause them injury, but it seems as though Ivy will hit them every time. As a result she is always covered in small bumps and bruises. She currently has a black eye from colliding with Emery (who escaped the incident unscathed.) It always amazes me how thoroughly "kissing it better" will sooth the hurt of a child. I couldn't help but laugh after the following incident with Ivy.

She woke up after a few hours of sleep one night and wandered into the front room groggy and crying. I asked her what the matter was and she told me that she had bonked her head. I asked on what and she told me, "on the kitchen chair." I realized that she hadn't actually hit her head, but had only dreamed that she had. Given her track record I wasn't surprised to learn that this is the kind of nightmare that plagues her dreams. In attempt to comfort her I asked her to point to it and I would kiss it better. She gave me questioning look, then pointed at the kitchen chair.

Have Some Cake

For the kids birthdays I like to make them a special cake. Emery recently turned 2 so I made a Lady Bug Cake. Here are a few pictures of some of the cakes I made for the kids. When I find more pictures I will post them.

Giving Thanks

Each night when we go to bed we say a family prayer. (Usually 3 prayers because each of the girls have to say their own.) Lately Ivy has be getting creative with her prayers. Here are some of the things she is thankful for. Dance class, Mom's daughters, the park, dad's dirty wet hands, Grandma Sue's family, the chalk, the radio, her baby doll, and today she said to bless the prophet so he isn't lonely.