Defiance is

a certain 4 year old boy staring me down with a pair of scissors in one hand and his hair in the other. I say "Brennon don't cut your hair" and the reply comes "oh yes I am" and snip, a clump of hair in the hand. "but its okay mom, I'll throw it in the trash". Now that's my definition of defiance for today.

Yup its true

Creative Memory Albums are water proof, or from my experience pee proof. That's right I said pee. My little Addy Joy just happened to be sitting on my table next to my album when she peed all over the place. So in case your wondering, its true.

Need I say more?

Blessed

What a week I have had. What a wonderfully blessed week! First Monday started out with a 2 year old throwing a complete temper tantrum in target. It started the moment we walked in the doors. But since the 5 month old only had 1 clean diaper left and that was on him, we had no choice but to be there. By the time we reached the parking lot I was about ready to throw a tantrum of my own when suddenly I realized that just across the street was a Starbucks. (of course there was right?!) Anyway, I also realized that I had just enough cash in the old wallet to indulge myself. So mommy tantrum was quickly averted. I placed my order and as I reached the window and was being handed my delightful little treat I was told that the super nice lady in front of me had paid for my order!! Yup, that's right, there are still super nice people in this world. Apparently someone had done it for her so she was paying it back, or forward, however that goes. What a treat! What a super nice sweet blessed treat!!! Talk about timing and making my day! So now its my turn to return that to someone else someday. But wait, the blessings haven't stopped there, oh no. This was just Monday, we made it to Thursday and by the time last night arrived I was exhausted, were talking fall asleep at the wheel, need a vacation exhausted. But I had MOPS, I had to be there, So I went, and while I was there I got engaged in a conversation with another mommy whom I have known and spoke with but never really have gotten to know. Anyway, she had just received this wonderful scallop punch from Stamp'in up that I have admired for a long time now. And yup, you've probably guessed it, she gave it to me. Of course I declined, she insisted, I declined, she insisted. We played out that scenario for a little while. Before she really insisted and said "take the blessing". So I did. I am sure God is teaching me a lesson here somewhere, I just need to ponder on it awhile and figure it out!

4 years old

Well we finally got around to taking his "official" 4 year old picture. We got them out at my grandparents farm by some really cool looking old twisted trees. Of course the day was cold and windy but he was a good sport and we got a couple good shots.

I wonder

I wonder what people think when I drag my 4 year old son around town looking like this?

Strange things...

I walked into the toy room the other day to find my two oldest children sitting on the couch licking the bottom of their feet.

Small Talk

conversations that are my life. Simple, obnoxious, funny, some days redundant. But none the less its all small talk.

Talk with Addy generally sounds like;
"Mom, I burped"
"you burped?"
"yeah, that's funny"

"Mom, I like this song"
"you like this song?"
"yeah"

"Mom, Olive bite me"
"Addy, Olives not in the car with us"
"MOM!!!! OLIVE BITE ME!!!"
"Olive bite you?"
"yeah"


Today one with Brennon sounded like this:

"mom, this is for the toilet, the bathtub, and the sink" (this, refers to a bottle of bubble bath)
"Brennon, did you dump that in the toilet and the sink?"
"no, um I didn't" (mom gives a look) "um, just a little tiny bit"
"Brennon if you dump out all the bubble bath you won't have any for bath time"
"But mom, there's more at target, there's 2 more bottles, I saw them"
"But Brennon that was just a special treat to get it, you won't get anymore for a very long time"
"but MOM, I said I only put a little small bit in the toilet and the sink, that's what I told you!"


And with Drama Mama please make sure to read this section out loud using your best pre-teen, hip swaying, center of stage type voice.

"Mom- Mom"
"Mom- Mom"
"Mom- Mom"
"Mom- Mom"
"Mom-Mom"
"Mom-Mom"
Now, mind you I am not ignoring this little girl of mine, but whenever she talks to me lately my name is 'mom, mom'. which for some reason just drives me batty, like silverware clinking, or nails on the chalk board type crazy. So we had come to an agreement that when she said my name twice in a row I would not answer her, in hopes to break this habit of hers.
"Mom- Mom"
"Mom- Mom"
"Emma, remember what we said about you saying 'mom, mom' and that you only need to say it once and I will answer you.
"oops, I forgot"
"that's okay"
"um, Mom- Mom"
"Mom- Mom"
"Danyelle" ( now she is smirking at me)
"Yes, Emma-Jean"
"Can I get a drink"
"Yes"
"um Mom- Mom, can you get me a glass"

know it all..

"mom, how do you make gum?"
"um, Emma I'm not sure exactly how they make gum"
"well, I hate to say this, but I know how"
"well how then?"
"first, you put jello in a pan and then you cook it until its all done, about 2 minutes. Then after that you mix it up and put it into paper"

Emma the Ant

Finally Blogger and my computer are working together to bring you those highly anticipated photos of my little girl exploring and acting her way around the Greeley courthouse.