New Age Parenting

I am blessed with a husband that does more than his fair share of parenting and household chores.  And I'm certain my kids notice this as well. 

Morgan announces to the family her plans for parenthood. 

"When I have babies, my husband is going to change all the diapers and I'm going shopping."

Thatta girl!  If I've taught my daughter nothing else, at least I have taught her this.

Happy Fall

Can you believe fall is finally here?  We are looking forward to jumping in the leaves, carving pumpkins, making s'mores and drinking apple cider.  How about you?  How do you celebrate fall?

Morgan is especially anxious.  "Mommy, it's fall today.  Why are the leaves still on the trees?"

"Well babe, it takes a little time for the leaves to change and begin falling.  It will happen, just watch and see."

"Do I have to watch the trees all day?"

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More Oktoberfest Fun

Not only did my family learn some great dance moves at Oktoberfest, they also had a good lesson in adult drunkin' immaturity.

Morgan spots the Sam Adams cardboard man and instantly asks "Why is there a pen sticking out of his pants Mommy?"

"Uh, well, uh, that's so you can easily draw a fake moustache on his face.  Isn't that convenient?"

Dancin Skills

My family has some serious dancing skills.  See for yourself in the below video. 

I am especially proud of the loving big brother move (notice the shove to get his sister out of the way).  Well played Logan, well played.

Morning Smells

Things smell in the morning.  Don't you think?  Especially when the entire family decides to cuddle together.  I need my personal space people?  Hellllloooo, who's with me here?  Can I brush my teeth first?

Morgan agrees....

"Daddy, your mouth smells."

"Logan, your pits smell like crackers."

"Mommy, you smell like my princess shampoo."

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Spelling Bee

We had a spelling bee at our house last night.  Don't you just love a good spelling bee? 
Our version is especially nice.

Morgan says, "Mommy, tell me a word and I'll spell it."

"CAT", I say.

"C-A-T.  CAT," she answers. 

"Very good baby," I tell her.

Now Logan wants to join in the fun.

"Morgan, spell F U", he says.

"F-U.  Mommy, Mommy I'm so smart." 

I have never been more proud.

Logan continues, "Morgan spell BOOTY."

"I don't know how to spell that one.  It's too hard, Logan.  Give me a new word."

"PENIS.  Spell penis", he says.

"LOGAN!" 
I felt it would be appropriate to stop him here.  Let's just forget that I got through FU and booty before putting an end to this spelling bee.  I'll pat myself on the back now.  I'm such a good mom.

Hand Holding

My girl loves to hold my hand.  I love it, because she's always right beside me when I need her to be. 

Over the weekend she got a two for one deal on hand holding.  Me and her cousin. 

Katie says to her "Morgan what would you do if I didn't have hands?"

Very matter of fact she says "I would hold your limb."

Yes Dear Readers, not only is my girl a loving, sensitive child, but she is a genius.  Of course she gets it from me.


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Bad Doggie Tuesday - Fat Doggie

I feel terrible that I only write about Crosley on this blog, so to be fair I thought I would dedicate this post to the good dog in our house.  Shelby.  If you have been reading this blog you know Shelby is our 10 year old Golden Retriever.  Gorgeous, perfectly behaved, beloved addition to our family. 

There is one tiny problem...since Shelby had her surgery a year ago, she is moving around a lot less, her face is turning white and she is FAT.  The poor girl can hardly get up...she has gained so much weight. 

The sad part is she doesn't really eat very much.  1 cup of dog food (doctor's orders), once a day.

In true fashion, I began searching on Etsy to see what I could find. 

Skinny Pups - Wheat Free, Low Fat Dog Treats

And if that doesn't help, I think I'll just go for this

Any ideas for keeping an eldery, sick dog at a healthy weight?  

Funnel Cake Mishaps

He fought the funnel cake and the funnel cake won. 

You would think most parents would be mortified, embarrassed, even hiding.  No, not these parents.  We took pictures (poor quality pictures, but pictures none the less).  Most would discipline their children for bathing in the powdered sugar in a public place.  Not us, we asked him to stand up so we could take a picture. 

We're classy like that.

Respect the Shrimp

Have you ever been fishing?  Have you ever taken your kids fishing?  I'm guessing the majority of you would answer yes to either of those questions.  I personally have done both and this summer Chris and I took the kids fishing. 
This has been something that Logan has been begging to do for some time now.  Morgan, she really could care less.  She is always thrilled with whatever we plan.  As one of our activities during our summer vacation, we decided to have the kids fish off of the pier in the Outer Banks.

We rent the fishing rods, we buy the bait, we get our lesson and we park our rears on a prime piece of real estate. 
Can you feel the excitement mounting?  Logan can hardly contain his enthusiasm.  Chris teaches him how to put the bait (it was shrimp) on the hook and how to cast into the ocean.  Logan of course is shocked that he doesn't get a fish instantly.  And if you read my blog, you know my girl is lucky and on her first cast she managed to reel in a fish.  Go figure, check it out here.

You avid fishermen know that this is not a hasty sport.  This takes time and patience.  All the things my son is lacking.  After 30 minutes, he's had enough of this so called fishing and is ready to move on. 

To our surprise, he picks up the bowl of bait and is ready to whirl it into the ocean.  Goodbye shrimp.  Forget you. 

Chris can't believe what he's seeing.  (I pretended to be appalled, but let's face it people.  After about 15 minutes, I too was done with this fishing adventure we were on)

He sits the kids down and proceeds to lecture.

"You see kids.  These shrimp died for you.  They died so you could have a fun morning fishing.  Would you like to be treated like this?  Would you want to be discarded like this?  You need to respect the shrimp.  We are going to fish until we have used all the shrimp. Then we know they have not died in vain."

I swear to you, I cannot make this stuff up. 

We all stood there and stared at this man, who usually seems so sane.  But instead of saying a word.  We picked up our rods and what did we do? 

We respected the shrimp