Excuse Me?

Yesterday afternoon I stood on my driveway chatting with my neighbor.  We watched our boys run up and down the street chasing Karissa on her bike.  

A few minutes later another neighbor and her cute one year old rode up on her bike.  She introduced herself and her little guy then asked me, "Do you do daycare?"

I threw back my head and chortled, yes chortled.  

"Uh, no!  These are all my kids." 

We all laughed and then she explained that she always sees kids getting dropped off and picked up from my house. 

Lol!! Then I explained...carpools. 

Wake Me Up

Ah..mornings....my favorite time of day......in the summer!

Mornings at our house usually go like this.

630a Matt starts getting ready. 

650a Sybil wakes up for a quick feeding. 

715a  Matt starts to rouse the girls. 

Yesterday while nursing Sybil I overheard Matt's morning monologue with the girls.  I couldn't help laughing and then jumping out of bed to intervene.  Here's how it went;

"Girls, it's time to wake-up for school."  Matt sings. 

"It's going to be 69 degrees with lots of sun and no wind!"  Matt continues

(Me in the other room rolling my eyes over the weather report.)

"Come on girls, let's get up and get ready.....I'll make you chocolate chip pancakes."  Matt sings again.

"Oh, it's a beautiful day.  Let's get up and play."  More singing from Matt and more eye rolling from me. 

Matt walks back in our room and I'm finishing feeding Sybil.  "Are they up?"  I ask.  "They are thinking about it."  Matt responds.

"Girls, I hope your thinking about getting up."  Matt coos into the hallway.

No movement from the girls room.  The time is nearing 730a.  Let's see we still need to get dressed, hair, teeth, eat and get lunches packed.  I start to get anxious.  I lay Sybil back in her bassinet and walk into the girls room.

"If you are not up and ready in the next 5 mins you'll be grounded from playdates this week.  Get up and get dressed now."  I command

And guess what, the girls comply.

Boom.  That's how we make things happen. 

And here's Andrew, couch napper. 

Number what?

Yesterday Addi was a little under the weather, so she hung out with me, Andrew and Sybil.  

We did some laundry, cleaned up her room and rested.  

While in my morning cleaning mode I walked into the girls bathroom while Addi was going potty.  

Feeling intrusive I apologized and grabbed the glass cleaner. 

Addi quickly said, "Don't worry Mom it's only number one, not number two or number three...." Then she giggled.  

I laughed too for about a second then timidly asked, "What's number three....?"

He's my Dad

Yesterday after the morning chaos subsided, Andrew and I walked upstairs to get ready for the day.  I walked into my room and the bed was unmade. (Matt almost always makes our bed first thing.  The Navy trained him well.)  

Yesterday was a rare exception.  I turned to Andrew and said, "Daddy is in big trouble.  He didn't make the bed!" 

Andrew got super defensive and replied, "No, he not in trouble. He's my Dad." 

This made me laugh.  I kept it up the act and told Andrew Daddy was going to be in time out when he got home from work.  

Andrew unfailingly at his Dad's aide told me, "Mom, you can do it.  You big enough.  You strong."  

Well, I guess I had to let Dad off the hook after hearing that.  And maybe because Andrew is just so cute.  

Andrew and I made the bed together.  

Later that evening when Matt got home from work, Andrew told him all about it. Or at least he tried to.