Welp, I kinda suck as a mommy blogger. I had decided not so long ago to post newly taken pics of my kids every week. How can I manage to take so few photos??? This is a problem. Must solve. Here. How about a story about Mary in lieu of a photo?
Today I was changing her diaper before naptime and she, as usual, snatched a wipey from the the container and started wiping her face and hands while I worked on the less pleasant regions.
Me: say "wipe!"
Me: Okay. Mary. Say "puh"
So, clearly she's well on her way to speaking by the time she's 32. Good job, Borobias.
Hey, I can snatch things off of instagram, can't I? Voila. Photo of astoundingly verbal 18 month old and her delicious hairstyle for your viewing pleasure:
Yesterday Paul had a dentist appointment so I had to hustle everyone a bit in the morning. Cecilia traipsed out of her room still in pajamas but holding a new pair of pajamas in her hand.
"Can I wear this genie costume to the dentist's office?"
Uh. Whuh? No. But yes, you can change into the "genie costume" when we get home. Now quit stalling and put some clothes on!
And sure enough, the minute we got home....
Let's just keep going with the chil'ren stories, shall we? Make up for my lack of adherence to my previous resolution. End fancy talk.
Paul is 6 and he is a boy and he....has the sense of humor to match both. Which means that his nightly performance of Dance Test Willy has not stopped entertaining him despite the fact that we, all the other members of the house, would not be sad if he increased his repertoire.
Dance Test Willy goes a little like this:
-Boy is instructed to change into pajamas (I'm starting to see a theme this week).
-Boy removes his clothing so as to put on pajamas but gets distracted while wearing only tiny Star Wars themed briefs
-Boy begins to dance his skinny spider-like legs around the room singing "Dance test Willy! Dance test Willy!" at the top of his lungs.
-If given the chance, boy climbs onto the top bunk to continue his routine, attired still in nothing but underwear.
-Mother acts surprised and offended and insists he put his pajamas on rightthisverysecond and then proceeds to mumble "Dance test Willy..." for the rest of the evening. Gives elder daughter permission to share this story with any and all future girlfriends of said brother.
That take was really long. Let's count it for two, shall we?
A few weeks ago the big girls got to go to a birthday party for a friend from co-op (I don't know if I've mentioned how much I love our co-op despite the fact that it is our earliest day of the whole week, but I really do.) and they went to this paint your own pottery place.