Out of the mouths of babes

I know I am so behind in journaling and I promise to catch up when we get back from Idaho. I just had to post my "aha" moment from today. Now I've always known I'm an impatient driver. I HATE slow drivers and I abhor moron drivers. I know I get a little vocal when I'm stuck behind either but today it became clear to me that maybe I need to tone it down a little. We were running late to pick up Wyatt from basketball camp and I pulled up behind a slow driver at the light. When the light turned green and the man started to inch his way down the highway, I let out a sigh and then I heard it. "Move it grandpa," yelled Mariah quickly followed by McCoy's "My grandma drives faster than you." Yeah, need to tone it down.

So cute

My girls have some of those little signs that hang on their bedroom doorknob. One says "Do not enter", one says "please knock"... you get the idea. Yesterday McCoy brings me one of the signs and says, "Does this say have a good day?" "Yes," I replied. "No way,"he said. "It really does," I said. "It can't" he said getting frustrated. "Why can't it" I ask. "Because if they really wanted me to have a good day they'd let me in their room."

Awards Day

Hooray! The school year is almost over. Only 1 day left. That of course means a few hours of awards ceremonies on Friday.


I'm listing their awards for journal puroses.

Makayla: Consistent High Classroom Performance (outstanding work thru the year)

Wyatt: PAWS Award (positive, accountable, wise choices, safe) ,Language Arts award,
Social Studies award, Consistent High Classroom Performance, and student
council participation

Mariah: Social Studies award, Consistent high classroom performance, student council
participation, PAWS and Spell Bowl competion pin

* first grade only had 2 categories. You did great Kayla!

Sometimes I wish I could read his mind

On Wednesday I made the boys some playdough to play with on yet another rainy morning. They were sitting at the counter playing contently when I walked out of the kitchen to look out the front window. When I returned maybe 3 minutes later (if that) Coleman was climbing off the counter. He had pushed up a stool, climbed up, took my curtain over the sink down and stuck it in the playdough pan that was sitting in the sink full of water. Now my question is, why in the world would a two year old look across the kitchen and think,"hmmm I wonder if I could take down that curtain and put it in the water." Really?

What a cute smile!

Kayla lost 2 teeth this week. Actually she lost 2 teeth in 3 days. I love her little smile.

Girl's Night

Last weekend was the father/son campout. They had a blast! They loved fishing together the next morning, even if I did ruin the only bite they got all morning by calling at the wrong moment. Sorry guys :)

While they were gone, we girls decided to have a girl's night. We didn't put Coleman down for a nap that day so we could put him to bed early. We had he and Madden out at 7ish. Then the fun began.

We did our nails. I let the girls pick out my colors and paint mine. I think they did a good jobThen we did facials. Each of us had a different kind. The girls loved how Mariah's peeled off. Don't we look pretty?

Then the highlight of the evening. We settled down in my bed with a big bowl of delicious double chocolate heath popcorn to watch....."Never Say Never", the Justin Bieber movie. Oh the girls loved it!
It was such a fun night. I didn't even mind Kayla's feet in my back all night. I sure love these two. I am so grateful to my Heavenly Father for entrusting me with two of his special daughters. They make my life so fun. Love you girls!!

Another day, another story

Yes, I'm talking about Coleman again. Why do I keep writing about his escapades? Well, there's two reasons.One is because they take up so much of my life. The other reason is so that one day, when he's all grown and a young father and has a very mischevious little boy of his own and he comes to me complaining, I can hand him these stories and say, "Serves you right." :)

So today I made a "quick" run to Wal-mart. My goal is to always to get through the store before they throw us out. First aisle, Cole decides it's hilarious to push all the shaving cream cans down. He loved the domino affect of pushing the first row and seeing them all crash behind. Immediately in the cart for his first time out. When I finally let him out (I'm running out of room for groceries and him) he thinks it would be a great idea to use his arm to knock off all the baby clothes off the display shelves as we walk past. We wait as he picks them all up and he's back in the cart. A few short minutes later, I have to let him out. I'm literally out of room for him in the cart. As I'm picking out some yummy weight watcher bars for me he decides it would be a great time to empty a display of Nestle ice cream toppings. I really only looked away for 15-20 seconds. We wait while he puts them all back before heading to our nightmare zone, the produce section. I hate taking him into produce. Hate. It. He loves to grab the produce bags and run while they unroll behind him. Well, today we were lucky enough to have an entire roll just sitting there which he promptly knocks to the floor and kicks. The big roll very quickly starts to unrool across the floor. I chase it. Across the produce section to the check out lines. I looked awesome. I know everyone was thinking, "What a great mom." Not. After the bags were rerolled, and the bulk nuts picked up, and the green beans bagged ( I always end up buying stray green beans that he's thrown all over the floor) we successfully made it out of the store. Well, except for the 3 containers of mini oreos we somehow ended up buying at the check out line (I din't even see him put them up there).

The rest of the day went well, for Coleman. Then the evening struck. The kids were all playing outside and Coleman comes in black. Literally black. Face, hands, arms, shirt. "What could he have gotten into that was black?" I ask. Tyson takes one look and says, "your potting soil." I run outside and sure enough, he had dug up all the flowers in two of my containers. The pretty little things were all over the ground. Luckily my kids were outside so I was spared from having to repent tonight for swearing.

I'd like to say, "Let's just go to bed and he'll be better tomorrow." I know, however, that tomorrow will just bring new gray hairs and new stories. One day I'll look back on these days and miss them. One day. For now, he's just so lucky that in between his escapades he's so cute and so much fun.