Monday, October 30, 2006

Lance Armstrong Jr she is not...

Houston - we've achieved biking! WOO!
Now we just need to work on the breaks....

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

left to their own devices, take II

This morning when i got home from my run, I spotted some lollypop wrappers. I asked Aidan about them and he said, "I just gave some to Peanie and Belly when daddy was in the shower."
Thanks, bud. Awesome way to start the day. Kickstart my morning by feeding your brother and sister and yourself a dose of sugar.

Maybe it was the sugar that caused them to do it? Maybe not. But an hour later, Norah and Elliott were caught red handed by Aidan, who came running and tattling to me. They were filling up the upstairs bathroom sink and it was about to runneth over. By the time I sprinted up there, Elliott had gotten the hell outta dodge and Norah was hiding in the shower.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Inheriting daddy's sweet tooth

They're into everything these days. Just yesterday, I was downstairs changing the laundry and came back up to the dining room to find that Norah and Elliott had pulled Elliott's chair over to the buffet and climbed up and gotten their hands into the thing of jellybeans.

Additionally, I was gone yesterday and daddy was outside putting the storm windows on the house and came in to discover that the kids had found the suckers that I use to bribe them. He figured Aidan ate at least 3 and Norah and Elliott 2 each. Yikes.

This morning, I was in the shower and it was way too quiet. I came out and found Norah and Elliott digging in my purse, hastily shoving their hands in their mouths. Apparently they found the open bag of PB M&Ms that were in there.

Left to their own devices, they sure can get into stuff.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Too much of a good thing

Milk party, anyone?

They crack me up. This was a much more enjoyable thing to see than to hear one of their hourly rounds of,:
Norah: "don't talk-a me!"
Elliott: "i weeeell talk-a you!"
followed by a shove to elliott from norah.

Sibling love.

Growing Up

Oh how I was so not ready for this. I hate potty humor. Hate it. I didn't think it would enter our house this early. Yet here it is, live and in the flesh, streaming loudly from my son's animated mouth. So *this* is what he's learning at school? How to substitute the words "poop" , "butt", "testicle" and "pee" into songs, rhymes, and sentences so that he (thinks he) sounds funny? This is truly something I can live without.

On the flip side, it seems like he's old enough to start using as slave labor. Is that a bad thing? He's enjoying it, really, he is. He loved talking about how only boys can paint and how boys are strong and how he needed to help paint his sister's room. While I was happy to see him excited to roll up his sleeves and pitch in, I am not quite sure how to handle the 'boy' comment. That ain't gonna fly in this household.