Update: We are still alive and breathing. The kids are still pooping, barfing occasionally, staying up too late and waking up too early, throwing their meals on the floor, fighting excessively with each other, stripping and escaping from the house, undoing the attempts at an organized house, eating cookies for breakfast and ignoring their parents.
That about covers things....
Oh, and here's a few pics that don't involve many of the above! Just click on them. I don't know why they are so flippin' small. Sorry.
Oh! I just figured it out! See how gigantic this picture is?! Maybe the next one should be a little smaller...
Better. But look at all that red hair!!! I know. You don't have to tell me how darling she is. When I want to hear that I call my mom or my sister. Or I listen to my own voice saying it over and over all day long. SHE'S SO FREAKING CUTE!
She's walking! She's running! Pretty soon she'll figure out how to drive stick shift.
Au Contraire figured out how to ride Mr. X's bike this summer. She was praying almost every single night for a bike, excuse me FOUR bikes, that would be faster than her friend E's trike.
My garden did well this year. I picked this many veggies every other day once everything started ripening.
What about Mr. X? He's not going pulling much of a showing in this update because he keeps calling me "But, Mom" or Butt-Mom. Whatever you like better. I prefer "Your Majesty", but it's too hard for him to say. Sometimes he calls me Tinkerbell. She also has a big bum, if you remember correctly from the Disney movies. (Ahem.)
Speaking of Disney movies...our children are wearing costumes from last year's clearance rack at Target. Sweet. I love it when I can buy something and they can wear it for three years. They will wear the same costumes again next year. Mr. X is going as "Buzz Lightyear, Star Command!" (no pic)
AC is going as Cinderella. She wore this pretty much every single day for a week until I hid it from her.
Number 3. She's going to as a bee. Or maybe a cherub. Or pixie. She's too cute for a cheap costume from the clearance section.
Mischief abounds.
Next time I tell them they can paint, I'm going to Home Depot first to get some latex paint and a few rollers. This activity kept them busy for HOURS while
I was maybe on the phone in the other room talking with my friend...who lives down the street...for over 1 1/2 hours...hypothetically speaking, of course.ESF came home while I was still on my phone call and demanded that I get pictures of this event for posterity. Of course I feigned anger and disappointment in my kids for painting on the walls, table, toy room and toys, each other, Number 3....it just wiped off. (And I may or may not have been sort of negligent.) Also, bigger fish to fry.
AC hijacked a photo session I had going with some gorgeous fall pears.
Mr. X hijacked AC's photo sesh to tell me he wanted to look at pictures of Thomas on the LCD of my camera. He even got out of the bath and dripped his way to our office to tell me that. (On second thought, maybe I should have him be Grandpa Munster for Halloween. Thoughts?)
To sum up, AC still loves her Baby Piggy (who made a quick trip to Switzerland as a boy pig and came back as a female), Mr. X still loves Pubs (pooh bear), and the baby mugs on me as she has not yet found a cuddly soft friend of her own yet. Though she does show an affinity for whatever stuffed toy her brother and sister happen to have in their hand at any given moment.
If you want to see the rest of the pics from our (BO-ring) summer, be sure to
click here for the full set. In case you missed that--
HERE.
4 comments:
I'm a butt mom too. Love it.
I love the pictures and update. I can't wait until Charlie starts coming up with lots of cute nicknames for me. lol
Hooray for updates!!! Love your quick rundown.
Yeah, our kids are too similar. Ella feels it her right to say whatever she thinks at whatever time she wants (all kids are like that, I know) and so when she says, "Dad, why is your stomach so big? You have a fat stomach! Ha ha!" and "Mom, you have a big butt!" I just fake smile at her, "I KNOW, Ella!" I remember teaching Abby (or maybe the movie Cinderella taught her) to call me "Mother." I loved it when she called me that! She doesn't anymore. But when Abby wants something, it reminded me of your #1 asking for bikes. My Abby wants a dog, a cat or a horse and she is so genuine, she asks for it, she prays for it, she is now earning pennies for it. It's always fun to hear how your kiddos are doing.
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