I am behind posting on two fun weekends, and we have another one coming up so I will be posting pictures soon. However, right now I'm procrastiniating working on school work so wanted to post this conversation I overheard this morning that accurately distinguishes one of the many differences between our little boy and our little girl.

Scene:  Kaila was peacefully playing with her doll house, making the little boy and girl walk around the house and drive in the car, go to the doctor's office...etc etc. really sweet and cute taking care of the little people. Josiah joined in the fun and Kaila gave him the boy.

K- (moving the girl around the house) "Gett'in in the car, drive drive drive...oh, let's eat! The girl is hungry, sitting at the table. Muah! Kiss! Ok, she neets to go potty. There, now cmon boy, let's go eat dinner..."

J- "Yea, yea, the boy is too, he is in the house.. . (pause) AHHHH AHHHH AHHH, his legs are on fire! His legs are on fire! Swoosh!! (boy appears to fly/jump from the roof in an attempt to extinguish the fire on his legs..I think it worked because he then replied). Ok, Im coming for dinner!"

Rain

I don't think K even knew what rain actually was before last Thursday, when it finally rained. I couldn't help but think how nobody was singing that song "Rain rain go away, come again some other day..." Nope, around California that song has been banned, just in case it works. 

As soon as I saw the sprinkles I ran to the back of the kids closets and dug out every piece of rain gear they had. Boots, jackets...well that's it. The boots and jackets. I hyped it all up saying "cmon kids! Its raining!! We get to wear our rain gear!! It's raining! Let's wear our rain gear!!"  I was so excited about the rain, I kept thinking about how it may be the only day it rains all year, the only time they will be able to actually use their rain gear. 

 I'll admit. I felt kinda pathetic making such a big deal out of  a few hours of rain. I felt like a dieter who just cracked and stuffed a dozen donuts in their mouth. But it was sooo gooood!  It didn't stop me and I'm not ashamed. I dragged the kids out into the rain  heavy mist and took this picture.
We're still prayin' for a healthier dose of rain this year!

The Break In

Something broke into our house last night. Kaila noticed it. 3:15 am she stood in the hallway and began to sob, alerting us of the intruder.  Jolted out of our slumber by our screaming daughter we scooped her up from the black hallway where she stood, in tears, and we frantically asked...

Ry- "What is it Kaila!? What's wrong?"

K- "It's scary....Scary....sooooo scary..."

Ry-"Yes? What's scary Kaila?"

K-"A turtle. A turtle in my room"

A turtle. 

They'll do it every time. 3 am in the morning, that's what I always worry about. Turtles in my room. 

As I lay there trying to fall back asleep, I started imagining this dreaded turtle, climbing the wall of the house,  breaking in the screen and opening the locked window, then replacing them all so nicely that you couldn't tell anything had happened, and I realized...it had to have been a 

Ninja Turtle.

 Then I had a bit more compassion on Kaila, I mean, c'mon. Ninja Turtles are definately more scary than regular turtles, plus they tend to be Teenage and everyone is scared of Teenagers. 

The good parents that we are, we rid her room of all Ninja Turtle-paraphanaila (ie her little pink blanket that was all humped up in a small mound in the corner of her crib). Then we did the sleep dance when K. came out three more times wanting to "(s)nuggle" instead of sleep for about an hour. Exasperated, I lay there and began to wonder about the purpose of turtles and couldn't they just not have been created. They don't even seem that important on the food chain. I would be perfectly happy if turtles had never existed. Then I would still be asleep at 4 am. To be honest, I finally fell asleep at 4:30 a.m. thinking...

"damn turtles."

Look at that cuteness. It always amazes me how our children can keep us up at night and make us so tired and frustrated, but when they toddle out in the morning, all R and I can do is smile and they are instantly forgiven. Don't get any ideas. If you do that, we are never inviting you back over to spend the night and you may even be crossed off our friend list. Unless, of course, there is a turtle in your room then K. would stick up for you and we'd be forced to keep you around.

Conversation of the Morning

              8:20 a.m. on Saturday

             Conversation of the morning...

Me: "J, don't eat your mocos (boogers). That's yucky. (We're working on this)"

J: "But mommy, I was still hungry from breakfast, that's why I was eating my mocos."

I'm thinking, "So darn logical, but what, because waffles, sausage and eggs and bannanas weren't enough for you? "

K: (In a self-righteous tone) "I'm not eating my mocos mommy, ...pause....only a little bit (smacking her lips)."