Oh Garrett What Can I Say...

While reviewing for Garrett's KINDERGARTEN test...


(Pointing to 'S') Me: "Say a word that begins with this letter."

Garrett: "SSSSSSEX!"

(Freaking out in my mind) Me: "What word? Say it again." (Thinking he might be trying to say sIx)

Garrett: "SSSSSEX!"

(Still freaking out) Me: "What is that?"

Garrett: "I dunno. Sock! yeah sock!"

Yeah that's better...


OH MY HEAVENS PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT FOR THE REAL TEST! Can you imagine what kind of family they'll think he comes from if that's the word he says?!?

Leapin' Lizards!

The boys found this little gem in the yard. It was so tiny! It's one of the cool kind of lizards with the blue tail that wags. His tail hadn't turned blue yet, but he had developed the distinctive curl at the end.

*Notice Stephen and Garrett look like "Me and Mini-Me" even from the back.*
You could barely find the little guy on the pavers.

Then he JUMPED!!

This is how Lincoln felt about it jumping. We instantly busted up laughing...because we're awesome parents like that.

After recovering from the trauma of being attacked by 1 1/2" lizard it was time to hold it.

Linkers turn.

Gabriel's turn.

Garrett's turn.

Not wanting to miss out on any of the action Lynneah crawled right across the gravel like there was nothin' to it. You would've thought she was on some nice soft grass. Don't be fooled by the sweet bow on her head. This is one tough cookie!! She's got an opinion and some serious determination to get what she wants...should be pretty fun to raise.
;-)
When she got to us she just looked up and waited to get picked up....crazy.

My What a Pretty Girl You Have...

Oh...Wait...That's our BOY.

Antics like this is part of the reason children survive past the age of 2.

He was so proud of himself for getting this thing on his head.

He's Got a Loose Screw!

Or maybe 2...

I have long held that women are entitled to a daily shower. I know, I know just get up and take one before they're up...except I have a couple non-sleepers that are regularly up before 5. I don't want to be showering at 3 am so I can beat them.

I had Lynneah strapped in the swing with a bottle, Lincoln was settled with his blanket, sippy cup and Mickey Mouse, and thought I'll just jump in real quick. I left the bathroom door open so I could see what was going on through the clear shower curtain. I'm a genius and didn't take into account that water spots on a clear curtain make it so you can't see through it.

I got out to Lincoln's nearly silent handy work. He dumped Stephen's entire box out so he could fill his film canister with screws. That's some scary choking hazards all over the floor. He kept saying something about helping Daddy. Stephen had just rebuilt the 30 year old cabinet that exploded off the wall in the kitchen. Lincoln and Lynneah were both SUPER helpful while Stephen was putting it back together. Wish I had a video of it...

Moral of the Story?
Just go to work stinky because apparently women are NOT entitled to a disaster free daily shower.

It's Definitely From Stephen's Side...

Yesterday was busy...all day long. We had kids and grown-ups going in all different directions.

Around 2:30ish we were all home again. Stephen came out and said Garrett had been put to bed in our room (fell asleep in less than 5 minutes), Gabriel was going to draw Angry Birds (his new passion) in his room, Lynneah was asleep, and Lincoln was going to the store with him. Sounded like a good plan to me.

A little while later I got a text telling me Lincoln was playing mosquito and trying to drink Stephen's blood from a scratch on his hand.

That is just disgusting!!

A while after that I got a picture of a squished mosquito.

Apparently this is what a mosquito’s face looks like after you squish it.


Like I said definitely from Stephen’s side!