The Haircut

Weston came to me the other day begging, "Mommy PLEASE! Please can I give Kaiden a haircut. I will do my best..." "Uh...NO. Only grown ups can cut hair, not kids. And besides, I just gave both of you hair cuts 2 days ago." "Mo-om...I can do it. I am VERY good. I will only use my missle from my transformer and not scissors because I can cut him." Confused I ask him, "Missle? What?" Then he responds in one of those "duh" sort of attitudes, "If I just blow up his hair then it will be all gone and that is a GOOD hair cut!" (Like my hair cut wasn't good enough) "No Weston, I don't care if it is a toy or not, we DO NOT pretend to blow up our brothers hair or head or anything else!" Defeated he asks, "Then can I just use my missles to do a pretend haircut?" "No scissors?" I ask. "No." "No blowing up your brother?" "No, mom." "Alright, but make sure Kaiden says it's OK." He gives me a big smile and says, "Kaiden said I could blow his head up."

Picasso

I do not claim to be an "Art Expert", but I think my 5 year olds drawings are so comparable to some seriously famous artists? Not that Picasso would paint trucks or pirate ships, but still....where do I go to find an agent???? J/K. But I do wonder what the fascination with that type of art is. Again, I am not an artist like the rest of my talented family.....looks like Weston might have some of that talent too!!!! YEA!!!!

Flirting with the Camera

She is such a goof! We laugh at her silliness all the time. Here she was trying not to smile for me.

Breaking the Bread

So, it was one of those days where they wouldn't eat their lunch and then they wanted a snack. I don't like those days and usually I am not very nice, but for some reason this day I decided to be "kind". So kind, that I offered them a slice of bread each...wow, I know! Well, I came back into the dining room a couple minutes later to find that they had "broken their bread" and were pretending to bless the sacrament. It was all to sweet.

SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!!!

Weston is trying to show me how tough he is by pushing this huge snow ball. Notice the tongue...that is totally his mom. Why do we do that? Why doesn't it cross our minds that we might bite it off? Weird.
Kaiden is as proud as ever that he got up there all by himself. I think normally it would have taken only 5 seconds or so, but when you put a small child in all of this padding they can't do anything with out a huge effort it seems. It took him probably 3 minutes to get up here.

Yeah, we got a smiling picture. She is truly not very happy to be out here. We can't find infants snow boots so we just have her in a few pairs of socks. Needless to say, her feet are cold. Don't they make boots for a size 2??? Not like I would buy them anyway, she isn't walking (yet) and she would grow out of them in a month anyway. Instead we decided to use an old pair of Weston's gloves and strap them to her feet. Are we ghetto or what?!? I'll let you know if it actually works when we do it!!!

Million Dollar Lips????

Wrestling Match

I am thinking that with 2 boys, it's inevitable, they are going to wrestle. So what Clayton and I have does is teach them how to do it safely. (Yes, I am rationalizing) Usually it starts out with a good grab and a throw onto the ground followed by a tackle of some sort-by either Kaiden or Weston. Then they'll roll around on the ground until either Kaiden begins to scream or Weston just starts laughing uncontrollably. Today, Kaiden had him pinned (sort of) and Weston just laughed and laughed and laughed. He could barely even hold his own head up much less breathe. All the while Kaiden just kept saying over and over, "Hold still, you're too bumpy!" Which of coarse makes Weston laugh even harder. This went on for a few minutes before Weston gasped out the words, "Stop. I need to go potty!"