We've had a wonderful few weeks here with the weather, the cousins, the family in town, a birthday and finally ... a NEW DOG. (I just said that in my head like Rod Roddy from the Price is Right, just so you know. Is he even still on that air?)
|Molly in action|
So let's start with Danny. He turned 5 on Thursday and grew some facial hair (just kidding. it's chocolate cake batter.)
Danny, do you want a snack?
No, I have wall tracks.
And he barely went outside.
I'll go out for five minutes to get my five energy out. Gotcha.
Five minutes later. ...
Okay, I'm back. I got my sugar off. (He'd been licking chocolate cake batter off the beaters.)
Later that evening ...
I'm in charge of NASCAR hats, Danny declares. Jim brought him back a NASCAR hat from his business trip to Charlotte this week.
And there was 10 days of cousins, too.
Don't say bad words to your cousins. Do you know what the bad words are?
Yeah. Shit and bitch.
And don't say shut up either.
Ok. I won't.
And they came bearing hand-me-downs. Yay!
Here's a red barrette for Danny, Fiona squeals as we sort through the barrettes from her cousin. She trotted off, saying, Danny, red is your favorite color, isn't it? Danny wore the red barrette for the rest of the evening.
Fiona is a hot mess these days. She's dramatic and talkative and quirky and adorable.
|Danny took this photo.|
Good morning, Fiona.
NO. Sick. And she pulled the covers back over her head. Well, then.
You're my grandmother, Fiona says. Huh?
I smiled in your coffee, Fiona chirps. And it tasted so much better after that.
Mooommmmyyyyy. I'm having a problem, Fiona wails. She couldn't get her tights on. Most of the hilarity in this statement is contained in her whiny, dramatic tone.
Danny's going to glue me, Fiona says. But I don't want to be glued. Danny explained that he was just pretending.
It's a surprise. We don't know what it is, Fiona says at the table with that slight head tilt that makes it all the more adorable. Well, thank you Mrs. Webster.
Go sit in the pink chair, I tell Fiona as I banish her to time out for pushing her brother.
The pink one? she squealed happily. Oh, brother. On second thought, go sit in the blue one.
What is is that you do all day? Fiona asks.
We're girls; we clean up, Fiona tells me. I made a point of telling her that boys clean up, too.
And Owen has found himself a new toy and it's in his diaper. Unfortunately, playing with this new toy has resulted in urine-soaked clothes. So now we have to put onesies on under all his clothes and two-piece jammies are out of the question. As a result, we now have to give him a little extra, um, time with his toy during diaper change time.
Bye bye menis, Owen said as I put his diaper back on. That's his word for penis.
|He got up here by himself. Yep. Scary.|
He's also giving us two word phrases.
Hold this, Owen says as he hands me his puppy. Great. He's picking up bad habits from the other kids.
Where's dada? Owen asks one morning after checking for him in the TV room.
Home, Owen says excitedly as he pats his dad's leg. Jim had just come home from a business trip.
And I'll leave you with this gem, overheard by my dear neighbor ...
Sometimes when I'm not wearing a pull up, I sleep naked, Danny informs his friend.
Yeah, I sleep naked like my mom and dad.
They sleep that way?
And this explains how we had three kids in four years.