This was my son's inchworm for the cake contest at the Blue and Gold Banquet. He received the award for "the creepiest" cake.

Mornings with Lilly

This is taken off of an iChat with Lilly's Dad and I, I was typing and she was talking. . .

Right now I am playing "name that movie" with lilly. "I want to watch enchanted but not the movie with the step mother, and there are just people and a golden dress, with two people and no animals and it has 2 princes and two princesses nooooo not enchanted it doesn't have two boys, I want the other one”

any guesses?

I think it is just the music video. let's try that.

Ding. One point for mom.

(a few minutes later)

Now here is a new movie:

“it has 2 boys and 2 girls and the boy dog and a girl cat and a boy cat only one boy cat and only 2 boys cats there’s a tall boy that is a people and its has another boy that's a tall person boy and 2 persons girl and a nice girl mother that's a queen that is not mean she is nice”
no idea...?

Me either, luckily she lost interest and the last thing she said was, mom, but I want some bubble gum. Now she just said, mom but I want a princess movie.

Nobody did it!

I remember growing up and having my dad pace around the house asking us kids how something got broken. And a lot of times . . . nobody did it. I mean it nobody. He always thought it was sooo strange like we were maybe trying to hide something. But yesterday, I realized, sometimes nobody does do it. My husband pulled up the blinds in the nursery and the window was cracked from top to bottom on the inside. The crib in nowhere near the window, the baby doesn't throw things, the other kids go in there to get a toy or a diaper once and a while. There is no explanation. NOBODY lives and my house now!

My air duct is cleaner than yours!

Is that bad to say? Well, the only reason it is clean, is because I HAD to clean it. Isn't that the only reason anyone cleans the air ducts? I had just sat down to enjoy my dinner and my daughter wanted to share and accidentally spilled my full cup of milk on to her sister who sits above a vent. Well we grabbed towels and I thought we were doing OK until my son says, "mom, it is going into the vent." I didn't have the time right then, I had a soaking baby and other kids trying to eat. Dad was gone for the night and so, on to the next thing. While the baby was in the tub and I was trying to get dishes done and encouraging homework and reading, my 4 year old informs me the baby has pooped in the tub. Stop the dishes, out with the baby, cleaned out the tub. Bleached the tub. Rinsed the tub. Started a new bath, by this time the baby was not interested in the tub anymore, screaming, fits, baths, dishes, teeth brushed, homework and bed. No vent cleaning. The next morning my project began. Mirrors and flashlights in tow, shop vac, scrubbing sponge, cleansers and 20 minutes later. . . my vent sparkles. So I think that is worth bragging about. It is cleaner than yours, right?