Wrestle mania

Sorry for the delay, it's been especially quiet around here lately - which is a good thing! But since it's been so long since I've posted, here's a video for you to enjoy.

Lessons from Daddy

As I was getting dinner together tonight in the kitchen, the kids were in the living room picking up their toys. I heard Lauren tell Owen, "Hey, get off of me! What do you think I am, a jungle gym?"

Lauren-isms

While walking Daddy out the front door this morning on his way to work, Lauren saw a neighbor walking down the street. Her response to the woman's 'Good morning'? "Noni and Papa have a dead bee in their backyard!" - at the top of her lungs, mind you.

While giving Owen some Tylenol Cold, I refused to give her any because she is not sick. Her response? "I have boogies and boogies is sickness."

Spring cleaning

P.S. Please excuse the quality of the video. It was taken on my regular camera. I don't even know where the real video camera is these days.

P.P.S. Poor Owen. We have loads of glamorous home videos of Lauren and hardly anything of him.

There are no words

The kids are out playing in the backyard and I hear screaming. Bloody murder, hysterical screaming. I run out expecting to see missing fingers or something equally horrible. Lauren runs up to me and holds out her arm. Guess what I see?

A gnat. A tiny green cute little minuscule gnat.

Poor Big Bird

Owen and I were out shopping this morning while Lauren was at school. Midway through a store, Owen decided he needed a snack. Since we were in the diaper aisle, there were kid friendly snacks close by. I grabbed the first box of crackers I saw, opened it up, and handed it to him. He pulled one out and exclaimed, "Elmo! Elmo! Oh, Mama, Elmo!" It was a box of Sesame Street cheddar crackers in the shapes of the characters heads. I didn't even know he could say Elmo. He continued to rave every time he pulled out an Elmo cracker, "More Elmo. MORE!"

It was supposed to be easier this way

The kids had been in the backyard playing, and they were pretty dirty, not to mention sweaty. I wanted them to bathe before romping around the house, but I made pasta (with RED sauce) for dinner. Owen seems to think red sauce is a spa worthy beauty treatment, because he always gets it all over his face. I figured instead of bathing them twice in one night, I'd just do a picnic outside for dinner. Wouldn't you know, halfway through eating, someone upset the balance of my plate and now we have a patio full of pasta and plate shards. I thought Corelle was shatter proof?