Sunday Best

We rarely get pictures of the girls in any cute dresses that  they wear on Sundays because they are usually stripping them off as soon as they walk in the door after church. This Sunday was no exception, but we convinced them to keep them on for two minutes while we took their pictures. These are their beautiful Easter dresses from Grandma Linda...

We know, Lex, this is about how we all feel

after 3 hours of church on Sunday...

The Long Night

When I was little, I distinctly remember being sick and waking my mom up in the middle of the night to clean up my pukey mess....again. I was only 6 or 7, but I remember actually thinking, "Man, I do not want to ever have to deal with this when I am a mom."

Unfortunately, there is not a parenting checklist that enables us to decide what we will deal with and what we will not.

Rotten milk in a long-lost sippy cup? No thanks.
Diarrhea? I'd really rather not.
Puke? Please, no!

About a week and a half ago, I lived this horrible nightmare from my childhood days. I will spare you the intimate details of my long, long night. Suffice it to say that I endured 12 hours of multiple pukers, one of them in my bed who would weakly say, "Mommy," every time she had to throw up, just in time for me to shoot up out of bed and direct the trashcan under her flushed little face. I slept one hour, cleaned countless messes, used almost all of our 400 grocery bags, did a ridiculous amount of middle-of-the-night laundry, and eventually ended up in the ER with a 4-year-old who, I was certain was becoming dehydrated.

Man, it was a long night.

Some of the tell-tale signs that sickness is abounding in your home:

Laundry piled on furniture

Rags and cleaning supplies at the ready 

Trashcans at bedsides, and...

My personal favorite: endless loads of disgusting blankets, bedding, and pajamas.

What a lesson in appreciating healthy children. (And husbands). Thank heavens it's over.

In Which the Barbies Share Their Bathtub with Savanna

Inside water play is a pretty big deal at our house...it's almost an everyday request. Sometimes while Lex naps, Savanna plops down on a couple of towels in the playroom with a bin full of water and has herself a grand time, playing with sharks, fake food, random utensils, or what-have-you.

The other day, Van was pretty engaged with the Barbies and the water bin while I stole a few minutes to update our budget. A few minutes later, she ran into the office shouting, "Mom, come look, the Barbies shared their bathtub with me!"

You can see the results here:

Wasn't that nice of the Barbies? They always were such good sharers.

Out of the Mouths of Silly Goosy-Heads

Some funny commentary from Savanna while she was playing with a bottle of cinnamon and trying to wait patiently for her toast to pop up:

"Mmm...cinnamon sure is good for your tummy!"

"I like cinnamon. It makes me hungry for cinnamon."

And, my personal favorite:

"It sure is cinnamon!"

Five minutes later, her delicious piece of cinnamon toast remains untouched next to her lovely bowl of mac and cheese which she also isn't eating.

I guess it's a good thing that I like cinnamon, too.

Proof Positive

Here it is, photographic evidence that at least one of my three sweet children will sit down and eat dinner, without negotiating the number of bites she needs to eat, or reminding me that she doesn't like what I've made, or making me feel poopy in general.

Thanks, my Lexy-Spaghetti Head!