Thought you guys might like a good laugh. Like I said in the last post, we were dancing our hearts out! And here is proof.
Can you believe I put this on youtube? Is this going to hinder me when my husband becomes the President of the United States?
Just FYI, I am post workout and GRUNGY!
I will also reveal why my belly looks so oompa loompa soon! ;)
PS. Do you think all moms dance like squabbling chickens?
My sister is coming tomorrow! I am so excited, I can hardly stand it.
Happy Friday!!!!!
Now go dance in your living room to this. Because that’s what we’re doing right now.
Sibling rivalry. Ugghhhh. The blood curdling screams from Quincy just make me squirm. Mason likes to push her buttons, she doesn’t know how to share, and mom goes from luke warm to boiling in 2.5 seconds.
Sometimes I wonder if my efforts to teach to love one another, will ever pay off.
But the waves of respect and love still cruise in.
This morning I awoke at 6:45am to the sound of a 2 ton giant busting open her door. Quincy. She is the loudest little clunker getting out of her bed in the morning. She then busted into Mason’s room and I just stayed in my bed, wishing I were still asleep.
I could hear their conversation.
Quincy: “Good Morning Mase!”
Mason: “Hi Quince, come give me a cuddle.”
They lay quiet for 30 seconds.
Quincy: ” I want nilk! (milk)”
Mason: “I can’t get you milk, it’s too dark downstairs, and mommy is still sleeping, but I can fill your sippy with water. Would you like that?”
I hear them trodge to the bathroom and hear Mason filling her cup, telling her that he needs to rinse it out first.
Then, as they walked back into Mason’s room to read books together for awhile, Quincy says, “I love Mase sooooo much.”
Melting I tell you.
I know this song is about heartache, but man, it does it for me.
Hot. Hot. Hot. And straight from the heart.
John Mayer is coming to Tampa on Friday. Too bad, Jotham is working, it would have been quite the date.
It takes a while to load, but take the time to do it. Then go kiss your significant other. Or make out.
(sorry about the cuss word. Sorry.)
I told Quincy to get her rain boots on.
And got on she did.
Even on the right feet.
Only a few people noticed.
For some reason it made me happy.
Mason likes to sweet talk me at night. He knows that it gets me to linger a little longer, resulting in a few extra minutes of wake time.
Last night, while tucking Mason in, our conversation went like this…
Mason: “Mom, you are so beautiful.”
Me: ”Thank you Mason. You are very handsome.”
Mason: “Mom, you are so smart.”
Me: “Well, you are super duper smart.”
Mason: “Your body is hot.”
Me, pulling back and looking at him inquisitively: “Huh?”
Mason, with a shrug: “Well, that’s what Dad tells you?”
That he does.
I often hear from friends that “Quincy always looks so cute.”
Yes, when we go out, I do like to match her clothes and do her hair. Especially for church.
But in real life, she usually doesn’t look quite so dolled up. Quite the contrary, actually. She’s a kid. And kids run around, and get dirty, and change their shirt to not match their pants, and pull out their pony tails, and play in the dirt, and write on themselves, and eat chocolate popsicles without getting a proper wipe down.
So, just for the record, if you stop by our house unexpected, you will more likely than not, see Quincy in this sort of state. This is a typical looking Quincy.
At the beginning of the year, I decided to make some chore charts for the kids and myself. Wow, talk about making the kids feel like they are accomplishing so much. Just the satisfaction they gain from Xing out the squares, is motivation enough. They love to step back, look at their chart, full with X’s. And frankly, so do I.
I find myself saying things like, “Poor Quincy. No X on the chore chart for cleaning up toys tonight.” All of a sudden “clean up, clean up” is sung full force and toys are shoved in the cupboards.
One of Quincy’s chores is to put away the dishwasher silverware, and it is so cute to see how she puts all the forks and spoons in with the forks and spoons, but still doesn’t separate the small spoons from the big spoons, etc.
One thing I was still having trouble with with Mason, was getting ready in the morning without me harping in him. “Mason!! I said go brush your teeth. Did you brush your teeth? Let me smell your breath. Mason, did you make your bed?” Blah blah blah. Mason would get side tracked, playing with his toys, I would realize we had to leave in 10 minutes and quickly turn into an ogre. So my Mom had a great idea to make him a little picture notecard with all the things he needs to accomplish in the morning before he can play. One of the things on there is saying his prayers, and I love walking by his room, and seeing him kneeling in an anxious manner as he spits out his prayers, quicker than you can say Skippyjon Jones. I am proud of him for doing it though. This little notecard has brought so much ease to our mornings. Mason completes all his tasks, and is ready to go when Quincy and I are ready. No more yelling, no more obnoxious broken records. If Mason does not complete things on his notecard, and I have to tell him to do something, then he doesn’t get to have his tv time in the afternoon. In the last 2 weeks, that has only happened once.
Here they are, in all there glory.
this is how our week has been…
How many sippy cups can accumulate in Quincy’s room for naps and bedtime?
And this just makes me feel gross to clean up- yogurt mixed with crayons.
And didn’t I just do you on Saturday?
I would take a picture of my eyebrows, but it would frighten you. Another thing that is out of control.
Better get crackin’…
One afternoon Mason was so excited to show me “his ropes” to climb up the tree. He said that his Nanny helped him. When I came out, this is what I saw.
Those “ropes” that he found are in fact my dressing gown robe ties. I guess my Mom even helped him tie them together. I questioned my Mom and Mason about it and my Mom said, “Mason said they were just some old things lying around.” Sounds like something my 5 year old would say. We have since replaced it with a real rope, and Jotham nailed some boards into the tree as a ladder. It is the neighborhood hit and I can wear my robes again without exposing anyone! 
"You will have significant experiences. I hope that you will write them down and keep a record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh your memory of these meaningful, significant things. Some of them may be funny. Some may be of significance only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experience."
-President Hinckley
