Freedom

is now defined by my white vinyl fence.

When Conner Dresses Himself

Yes, the shirt is too small.
Designed for an 18 month-old, it is a bit snug.

By the way, the pants are also on backwards.

Sink Me... My Faucet's a Poet

My kitchen sink squeaks when the water gets hot.
It has annoyed me since the day we moved in.

You can hear the squeak outside.
You can hear the squeak when in the shower.
I am pretty sure you could hear the squeak from the Hubble Telescope.

I started dreaming about a new "squeak free" kitchen sink.
Oh, the joy that could be found in silently washing dishes.
Reverse psychology was immediately implemented.

I started to compose songs expressing my love to the squeaky sink.
I bragged about my husband alarm sink that instantly notified me of my husband's activities... no procrastination was going on at our house :)
Dishes were not done during nap time due to the squeak... did not want to risk waking the kids up!


The list goes on.


I think my reverse psychology paid off.

Nate and the boys surprised me with a new kitchen sink for Mother's Day.

Can you hear... the squeaks from my kitchen sink?
Loudly singing from the shadows of my kitchen room?

(sung to The Prayer of the Children by Kurt Bestor)

Not anymore!

I am in love with my white acrylic 8.5 /10 inch depth sink.
To celebrate - I am not doing any dishes tomorrow :)

My husband totally rocked Mother's Day this year.
Boy, I love that man.
Not only is he extremely handsome, he is also very handy!

The "Stupid" Police

A couple weeks ago, Conner started to use the word "stupid." Confused and baffled, I asked Conner who taught him to say the word "stupid." It couldn't possibly be me... could it?

Conner replied "daddy taught me to say the word "stupid," mom."

Very much relieved, I began a family discussion that night around the dinner table about the word "stupid." It was determined that we would stop using the word "stupid."

That night the "stupid" police was born.

Conner is all ears for that six letter word.

"Mom, we don't say stupid."

or

"Stupid is not a nice word."

and

"Do not say that stupid word again, mom"

are all to frequently heard around my house.

I am ashamed.

I had no idea that I had such a "potty mouth."

When was my affinity to the word "stupid" born?

So, while I am busily transforming my potty mouth into

something more decent... my "stupid" policeman is busy sitting

under his umbrella, picking his nose, and ready to

pounce upon that six letter word.

This is the police.

You have the right to remain silent.

Any usage of a six letter word will be held

against you in a court of "stupid" law.

- I am in no way calling my little toddler "stupid." I love him more than I love the word "stupid."

- Stupid Count: 14

Choo Choo Goes the Train

Boys and trains pretty much go together like peanut butter and jelly.

So when Grammie informed Conner that she would be taking him on a train ride, Conner was more than excited. Grammie had to reassure Conner multiple times that she had a ticket for him, and that the train would not leave without him.

Conner could not wait to ride the train.

He loved the train ride.

Although I am not quite sure the word "love" is strong enough.

Caleb loved the train ride too. Our little "I refuse to talk boy" even started to attempt the word train. Each time a train would whistle or he would look out the window, he would respond with a big smile and a "tr" "tr".

What little boy wouldn't love riding the Heber Creeper?

Grammie is sure good to my boys :)