Kya creates "Princess Super-Heroes" out of Micah and Paul
This is what happens when your sister helps you get dressed in the morning.
And this is what happens when your older siblings decide to get in on the fun:
Five in Drag...I mean, Five in Tow
And this is what happens when you let your sister play trucks:
"Please help..." Tonka said feebly.
In other news, we made it through the week with four dentists appointments under our belt. Two different days, five hours waiting, with five kids= a latte for mommy. It doesn’t matter how you do the math, that’s how it comes out.
Cavity-free at age 3!
On the way home from the dentist, Micah threw an epic tantrum, earning himself a “Go straight to nap, Do not collect $200” card. He fell asleep in seconds, and we were all relieved for the break, except for Paul, who didn’t quite know what to do with himself while his brother slept. All of a sudden, both boys appeared at my side. Paul smiled. “He woke up!” he said, hugging Micah.
“Really?” I said. “All by himself?”
“Yep. I help him WAKE UP!”
That’s kinda what I figured.
And just when I was needing a little pick-me-up, I found this on my doorstep:
Kid-picked flowers are always the sweetest bouquets.
Happy Friday, everyone!
Ah, I remember those days when I had five… then another, my niece, came to live with us too. Three in a bed, because they liked it that way. The littlest jumping from the top bunk bed into a bean bag and ending up at the emergency room… oh the stories I could tell. I think you are enjoying them and that’s the way it should be. They are only this age once.
Kya looks like she can’t believe her good fortune! And what a sweet boy Jonathan is to bring you some beautiful flowers. 🙂
Kids are great aren’t they? This week, I had a particularly trying time and was quite frustrated. I sat down on the bathroom floor with my head against the toilet. Not one to give anyone privacy in the bathroom, Pete walks in and sees me thus. He walks over to me, and kisses my head, pats my back continuously saying, “It’s okay, Mommy.” When I get up, he promptly asked me for “Moo-ck”. Ahh, the joys of parenthood.