How Do You Build A Sand Castle?

I don't know about you, but I love to play in the sand. Even as an adult there is something wonderful about sitting on the beach (or even the sand park) and creating a masterpiece. I however have always done this sitting, I think it takes extra special talent to build a sand castle while upside down. How do you build a sand castle? PS - I promise to you my readers and myself that I am going to work on my photo taking skills. Hang in there...I promise they will get better.

Silence Is Golden

Look at this picture. This is a favorite of mine. Why you ask? This was the only 30 minutes of this child's life in which he couldn't speak or utter a sound. If I would have known removing two teeth could do this, I would have done it ages ago. Oh now, I'm kidding. (Not really ;) I did however take him out for ice cream. See I'm not the meanest Mom ever, now am I?

Fashion Advice From Your Kids

Do your kids give you fashion advice...or perhaps they critique your outfits? I suppose this concept never really dawned on me since my little ones are exactly that...little. What do they care what Mom has on, what her shoes look like or even if she matches. Aren't they suppose to think their Mom is gorgeous no matter what she wears...even if it's a mumu?

Apparently that's not how it's working in my house any longer.

I took my boy shopping with me (really had no choice this was his only option...I know people... complete and utter torture) and tried on a number of potential new things.

He definitely was full of opinions.

"Mom, that makes you look like a hippie." (How does he even know what that is?)

"Mom, that makes you look like a balloon." (Thanks buddy, thanks alot)

"Mom, OMG that makes you look like a sick purple penguin."

OK, so much for that shopping trip. Such an ego booster.  Have I mentioned...having kids is fun.

PS...I don't typically post pictures of myself out here, but what the heck. I can be stylish, even if I look like a sick purple penguin. Take that kiddo.

What Happens in D.C. Stays In D.C.

There has been much talk in our house and at school about American History and Washington D.C. We have every intention of taking our kids there someday...when they can appreciate the history. Logan must be thinking about it too, but I'm afraid his view on what you see there is a little warped.

The title of this artistic rendition is "The World's Largest Banana Picking It's Nose In Washington D.C."

And in front of the White House no less. What exactly are you learning at school buddy. I've never been to D.C., but bananas picking their noses is definitely NOT what I thought I would see.

But hey, you never know...what happens in D.C., Stays in D.C.

Royal Wedding Attire

I never planned on writing about the Royal Wedding on my blog. For a couple of reasons, but the main one being I couldn't imagine how it would play out in my children's everyday conversations. Obviously I was wrong.

While getting ready for school on Friday my kids saw the wedding on TV, and Morgan as a young princess herself was fascinated. You see, she will be in a wedding later this year (as will her brother) and couldn't get over the fact that of course that was exactly how the wedding she will be participating in will be. Yes, Morgan just like that. Exactly like that.

She was yammerin and yammerin about all the Royal Hubub all morning.

Logan was quiet. I figured he could really care less, until he finally says...

"Mom, if I have to wear that dumb soldier costume.... I'm not going.  I am NOT wearing that."

And who says boys could care less about wedding plans?

Loving Thoughts Between Siblings

Do your children say nice things about each other when talking to others? I'm hoping someday my kids get to that stage...Maybe as adults.

The other evening I was getting things setup for Logan's upcoming First Communion luncheon. He of course decided to help...While I wasn't looking. And that translates into not really helping but causing me more work.

I come in to see his contribution. He thought he would set out the cups. All 300 of them...stacked from floor to ceiling. Yeah buddy, cause that's exactly how I was going to arrange them. Thank you. Thank you for all your help.

(And y'all don't worry about why I need 300 cups? That's the only darn quanitity Sam's Club offers.)

I cursed under my breath and said..."What in the world was that child thinking."

Out of nowhere, Morgan says "I have no idea Mom, Logan is an idiot."

Well then...I'll keep holding onto the idea that the loving thoughts between siblings will come. Maybe when they are 40, but it will come.

Monkey Butt

Logan recently got some new underwear...Paul Frank. Apparently these underwear make Logan feel like dancing. Dancing and prancing around the house with a Monkey on his butt.

And apparently Morgan felt like spanking that dancing butt. WHACK!

Then Logan comes out with it..."Morgan stop spanking my Monkey."

Oh my...oh oh oh MY!!

I cannot possibly overuse this phrase...HELP ME JESUS. Please Help me. If Jesus can't help me, do you think Rhonda can? Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda.

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