Update: End of May '09

I actually have pictures and funny stories to post about the wee ones. Some of them are sitting in drafts waiting to be published. There are a bunch of pictures scattered all over my food picture files waiting to be edited and deposited into the correct folders for the kids pics. I just can't get it together. No, no, no. That's not entirely true. I'm blaming my kids.

Au Contraire:

She has become a potty mouth by accident. I won't tell you what she told me yesterday. Let me just say (so we all know the truth) she did not hear it from her father's mouth. I'm the one who swears like a sailor. Is there a 12-step program for this? I only do it when I'm mad. I swear that is the honest truth. (I'm mad a lot.)

AC gets completely lost in her Land of Make Believe. It's wonderful. One day we are all Care Bears, another we are dogs. Who says watching television all day fries your brain cells? She would never come up with stuff without TV. (And when would I do all the stuff I want to do?)

She is still "practicing" going potty at night. Yeah, she's 4 1/2 years old. She's been potty training for about 2 years now. (Who's counting?) She tells us it's just going to take her a "few more days" to do it.

She and Mr. X are having the time of their lives and have become the best of playmates. They are finally united against a common enemy--Number 3. As they say, "My enemy's enemy is my friend."

At the same time, she is Mr. X's little mother. She is constantly bossing him around and keeping him in line--curiously, though, it's never when he's doing something *really* naughty. When that happens, she joins in on the fun.

Mr.Xcitment:

If you look in the dictionary under the word "naughty", I'm pretty sure you would find Mr. X's name there. And probably a long definition. And a picture. And pictures of his handy work.

Sure he's cute with those blue eyes that sparkle and twinkle. Sometimes I swear (there I go again with the swearing) I can see them actually twinkle like in the movies. He is soooo cute and soooo naughty.

His favorite thing is to brush his teeth. He doesn't care if it's with his own toothbrush or yours. Or Daddy's. Or AC's. Or if it's the one I use to clean hard to reach places in the toilet. And furthermore, he actually likes grown-up toothpaste that burns the heck out of your mouth. It's all those Sundays spent eating Altoids during Sacrament Meeting. The spicier, the better.

But he redeems himself. Never has there been a little boy who loves to go to sleep at night. It's funny how he's the want I want to snuggle with at night and he's the one who likes to sleep peacefully all night by himself.

He also carries around one or three Magna-Doodles with him everywhere he goes so he can hand it to me to draw one of the trains from Thomas and Friends. They all look the same (I'm no artist!) but to him he sees James or Gordon, or Percy or Emily. And it makes him so happy. It's the small things.

Number 3:

Number 3 has her first fang. We are very proud. It only took about three months for it to surface. The next one isn't far behind.

She's morphed from the Sweetest Baby in The World to The World's Crankiest Baby Who Won't Sleep. And she won't just not sleep in her own bed. She won't sleep in my bed. She likes to be between me and her father, but she likes to kick us and head-butt us all night long.

She's a red head. The stereotype applies here, I'm afraid. Can't wait for the terrible twos with Numero Tres.

Her cuteness is not helping her win any friends these days.

Who am I kidding? Of course her cuteness helps. If she wasn't cute, I would have taken her for a long drive and dropped her off on the side of the road. Then I would have gone to take a nap. (Then I would have come back for her.)

ESF:

ESF is alright. Ask him and he'll tell you that very thing. School ends officially tomorrow at noon. Hooray! I don't know who is more excited about that.

His latest venture has been to learn how to take care of minor things with the cars--oil changes, etc. He keeps them running in tip-tip shape.

He teaches Gospel Doctrine at church once a month--his lessons are awesome.

And finally, he continues to be my taste tester and muse in the kitchen. I'm continually thankful for his help in this area. And he takes out the garbage.


Bangs:

I don't have bangs anymore. I'm trying to come up with a new pseudonym. I hated the bangs after all. Who knew?

Life is the same every. single. day. But I'm still glad I'm home with the munchkins. Knowing how much I love them gets me through the incessant pleads for more water or milk in a specific cup with a certain color of straw.

Some people have big goals--like climbing Mt. Everest or becoming President of the United States. Me? Well, I'm just hoping that I'll get to sleep through the night someday. That and I'd like to use the restroom by myself. Or watch a movie without being interrupted.
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Life couldn't be better. Really.