She looks so innocent… but we all know better.
When the kids fed the dogs this morning, Lil Miss accidentally dropped one of the bowls and dog food went flying everywhere. She got all she could picked up before she had to get on the bus for school.
Mia discovered some under the stove.
She discovered if she works hard enough, her efforts will be rewarded.
She’s been doing this on and off for HOURS today.
I’ve never seen her more focused, more determined. 😀
How about some photos instead?
Did you know Kevin was Emo now?
He didn’t like this one much either. And can you believe someone thought to give one of these children yet another nerf dart gun? I mean. Really?!? Did a certain you-know-who, whom shall rename nameless (hint: rhymes with “cleric” even though he’s far FAR from holy) think we really needed ONE more nerf dart gun? (Another hint: he’s standing behind Cody in the above picture). Please ignore the spaghetti dinner mess in the background. I promise it was cleaned up as soon as I put down the camera.
Oh how I’ve missed thee. Please stick around longer than a day or two. Pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top?
P.S. The rest of the photos I uploaded today are located here.
There’s been some questions about how much I really did exaggerate in my post yesterday, War has been declared. I offer you some evidence in the form of photos. After viewing the evidence, you can judge for yourself just how much truth bending occurred yesterday.
Here’s your first photo evidence. This is only part of their arsenal. See the books? I’d like to think my kids are super interested in their education, but those big heavy books make great anchors for their blanket/clothing forts. Also, if you look closely, you’ll catch a glimpse of our youngest soldier.
While not pictured, Kayla was the target.
I rest my case.
The younger boys exchanged their helicopters for nerf dart guns and it’s been WAR ever since.
One of the older boys decided he needed to get a nerf dart gun. Then the other older boy decided he needed one too, then another, then a nerf dart machine gun. THEN. The oldest boy (aka Jack, aka the father of all these boys) needed one too.
Furniture is being re-arranged. Darts fly across the house constantly. I find nerf darts in the sink, on my desk, in the heater vents, in our food, in the pantry, laundry room, kitchen, dining room, and stuck to any surface a nerf dart will stick. We have small nerf darts, and big nerf darts, and glow in the dark nerf darts.
The girls in this house? Well, all the boys managed to corrupt the youngest one so she’s joined their war, while Sissa and I just put up with it the best we can. Sure we can’t watch TV from the comfort of our couch because 9 times out of 10 the couch cushions are missing since they make great barricades. It wouldn’t matter anyway since there’s likely 58 darts stuck to the TV screen. Sometimes in patterns.
In my house, it’s now quite common to find a boy, or girl, or two boys and a fully grown man dramatically crawling across the carpet, combat style, telling everyone else to shush, while somewhere else in the house you’ll hear someone scream, “YOU’RE DEAD!! I SHOT YOU FAIR AND SQUARE! (…not in the face mom…)”.
If you want to visit us from now on, I must warn you: Come fully armored. You’ll likely be greeted by 67 nerf darts flying at you from all directions and the words, “Darn I thought you were dad” the second the door is opened.
If you don’t have good balance and quick reflexes, I advise you to not come over at all. In order to navigate my house, you must be ready to dodge while navigating chairs and any movable hard surface with pillows, blankets, and possible large clothing items covering them, most times blocking the entrance to, well… anywhere. That includes the bathroom. So make sure you “go” before you come over.
OK. Fine. I *might* be exaggerating. But only a little.
I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It… the taste of her cherry chapstick…
WHY oh WHY do I have to like this song? And why does it get stuck in my head for hours and hours on end? The lyrics… oh so silly. It’s SOOOOOO corny and something I totally do not relate to (no offense to my girlfriends, lol). Yet when it comes on I turn up the radio and sing along. It’s kind of embarrassing.
Then it hit me. I can’t NOT like this song. It’s going to forever be associated with an awesome memory. In all it’s corniness and stupidity, I will always associate this song with fun times.
When we were in California we rented a limo at the suggestion of our hotel receptionist to transport us to Medieval Times. (Amazingly it was the cheapest way to get nine people 30 miles away from our hotel in SoCal.) For most of our kids it was the first time in a limousine. It was a very fancy limo with lights all over the inside, free drinks, DVD player, and an awesome stereo. As I was messing with the stereo this song came on and the kids made me stop and turn it up. So I obliged and all of them (the older ones at least) sang this whole song in unity while dancing in their seats, etc. They had such a blast being all cool in the limo, singing this song.
So, that’s my confession. I like this song. Please don’t hate me.