Clueless...

i'm already beginning to prepare myself for the snickers behind my back.  in a few years Mary Catherine will be more than I can handle unless the Holy Spirit intervenes quickly.  I pray she gets saved at a very early age. 

She is absolutely, without question, the most stubborn/strong willed child that we have ever had.  Along with that stubbornness comes an unbelievable charm.  Half of the time I don't know whether to laugh or cry.  In the midst of disciplining her she just smiles and laughs and shakes those curls.  UGH. 

I suppose the Lord puts charming and stubborn together so that we don't give our children away with the trash on Monday mornings.  *kidding*

So, if you must judge me and talk about my ill behaved child please do it behind my back and if you could, please fix her. 

Monkey See Monkey Do...

monkey does the same as you...

Mary Catherine and Henry were playing with this bucket on the beach.  Mary Catherine piped up and said, "I want hair wet!" and proceeded to stick her head in the bucket. 

 So, then, of course, Henry had to follow suit...

I would've gotten after shots, but I was laughing too hard...

Too Early! Too Fussy!

Henry's new found wake up time is absolutely driving me crazy.  Today he woke everyone in his room as well.  I'm so grouchy. 

Between Jackson's incessant "What? I didn't do anything!" with guilt ridden eyes and the twins' high pitched angry shrills every two minutes, I'm going to book myself into the Funny Farm. 

Stop the screaming.  Stop the crying.  Just hush.  Play nicely.  Eat without whining.  For Pete's Sake, give me a few minutes of happy noise. 

Changes...

The babies woke up today and started playing in their room instead of coming to the top of the stairs and screeching, "EAT! EAT! EAT!" incessantly like a bunch of pelicans in Finding Nemo. 

It's amazing how the little things bring me joy.

Nevermind... they escaped as I was writing this...

Let's Go Babies, Let's Go!

Every night when it's time to go to bed, I do a little chant for the babies.  We make up songs all the time at our house.  I always have and I do not know exactly why.  Some songs are nice, some songs are not, whatever rhymes is fair game (stinky, smelly, poopy...). 

So, the chant goes, "Let's go babies, let's go! *woot-woot*"

Amazing, right? 

Well, the babies have caught on to this ritual and so if I try to chant this at another time of the day they look up and say, "Go Night-Night?" and I have to explain that we aren't going to bed and I just want them to hurry up. 

Funny little monkeys...

No Crying...

On Wednesday night, for the first time in over a year, Mary Catherine went into the nursery without screaming as if she was losing a limb. 

She walked right in the door as if she had done it all along. 

You should have seen the dropped jaws of the ladies who know her from the nursery. 

Let's hope it continues. :)

We Did It! We Did It!

We Did It! We Did It!
(cue the Dora tune in your head...)

I put the twins down for nap and no one got up!  They are asleep at the same time! 

Hip! Hip! Hooray! 

Although I'm not naive enough to think that this will happen every day, I will say that I'm so thankful that consistency (and discipline) has paid off once again. 

Now, if only there weren't hundreds of other parenting dilemmas in my life...