David was laying down with the kids the other night in there room before they went to sleep and he remembered that he needed to make some of Sarah's Morning Moo milk for the morning. (Sarah gets really bad eczema when she drinks regular milk so we give her a powdered lactose-free milk.) David said, "Bradley remind me to make some more Morning Moo."
So immediately Bradley reminded his Daddy, "Don't forget to make Morning Moo."
"No Bradley, remind me when I leave to make some more Morning Moo."
"Ok. Daddy make some more Morning Moo when you leave."
"No Bradley, remind me when I go downstairs to make some Morning Moo."
"Daddy, make more Morning Moo when you go downstairs."

Happy 36th Birthday!

David turned 36 today. He had a normal day at work. I ventured out with the kids to Target and the grocery store. We bought Daddy Uno H2O Splash at Target. Then as I was perusing the clearance children's clothing, my kids found these T-shirts that they are wearing in the above picture. The shirts say, "My Dad is the Man." Daddy was pleased to see them wearing them when he got home. Daddy also got an American flag to hang on the house, Peter Pan DVD, and an iTunes giftcard. We celebrated with pizza and chocolate cake.

Princess Jason

I walked in the room and found this:

Can you tell this little boy has 3 older sisters?

I am reading the kids Superfudge by Judy Blume. As the girls continued drawing, I announced that we finished chapter 3 and would resume the next day with chapter 4, "Off the Wall." Sarah suavely commented, "That's cool."

This morning Sarah put her panties on backwards. David told her the big part goes on her big butt. With a smile she embellished the instruction and said, "On my big, beautiful butt."

We bought Emily a kid's crossword puzzle book this weekend. She was proud and happy to immediately know the answer to 8 across "You push this in the grocery store." However she was having difficulty spelling cart. She has trouble with placement of vowels. So I shouted out to her younger brother Bradley, "Hey Bradley, how do you spell 'cart'?" Without a moment of hesitation he shouts back, "C-A-R-T, cart." With wide eyes filled with amazement and a tinge of envy, Emily looked at me and quietly said, "He's smart!"

Daylight savings has messed up our kids circadian rhythms. I could hear Emily and Bradley talking in bed up until midnight tonight. I thought it might be entertaining to secretly listen to their conversation outside their door. I heard Bradley describe something as "this big!" and could tell he was exaggeratedly spreading his arms as wide as he could to the point where his arms were beginning to go behind him. Then I heard Emily say in a serious tone, "Bradley, you can't do that because the people behind you will think you are showing them how little."

Bathtime is one my least favorite parental duties. So I hurried through it tonight and scrubbed and rinsed the kids. Sarah was the most dissapointed for bathtime to be over. When I took her out of the tub, she cried with tears, "Mommy, I don't want to get out. I love water! I love the bath!" She's been emphasizing her love for things lately. She also loves Barbies, she loves coloring, and she loves cereal.

Happy 5 months, Jason!

There was a feather in our fried chicken.

David got the kids ready for bed (pajamas on and teeth brushed) this evening at about 8:00PM and brought them downstairs to watch American Idol. When I went to bed at 12:00AM the water was still running full blast in my bathroom sink. Ughhh! Bye bye 360 (1.5 gallons/min x 240 minutes) gallons of water! At least it wasn't the hot water.

With her arm reaching toward the kitchen counter, Wendy spoke her first sentence this morning:

"Gai gwa daw gwit."
(I want chocolate.)

Spoken like a true girl!

The tooth fairy didn't visit last night. (Whoops!) We explained to Emily that the toothfairy doesn't work on weekends. She was cool with that.

The family debated tonight whether the tooth fairy was a boy or girl. Emily confidently explained that the tooth fairy is a small, beautiful, sparkly girl, that carries a wand that she uses to turn the lost tooth into a shiny new coin. Bradley proposed that there were multiple tooth fairies, girl ones for girls and boy ones for boys. Daddy clarified that the tooth fairy was most definitely a man and proved his point with this image he found online:
Her small, beautiful, sparkly tooth fairy image was crushed. With a nervous smile Emily half giggled with a look on her face that implied she was questioning whether to continue inviting this strange man into her bedroom an additional 18 times with this whole tooth fairy pillow tradition thing.

I was craving an episode of SpongeBob this morning so I grabbed the remote and sat on the couch. I entered 026, Nickelodeon, and accidentally got Blue's Room. Bradley caught a quick glimpse of the furry blue dog and shouted, "Blue's Room!" But I corrected my error quickly and entered 132, Nick Too, and as I predicted an episode of SpongeBob was playing. Bradley protested my choice and begged for Blue's Room. I tried to persuade him that Blue was for babies and he was too old for it. Whenever I sit down to watch TV with my kids, they gravitate toward me like magnets and snuggle close almost to the point of annoyance. So by this point Emily was at my right side with her arm hooked under mine. Finally I gave in to Bradley and pressed the previous channel button. Blue was on the screen teaching about Pointillism. I said, "I guess we can watch something educational." Then Emily added with a disgusted tone, "When we watch this show, we learn."

After Bradley excused himself from the dinner table he sat down in the playroom to read Dr. Suess's Green Eggs and Ham. At the end of the book is a picture of Sam with a full belly. Bradley showed it to Daddy and said, "Look Daddy. He's fat!"
In return Daddy said, "He's fat?"
Then Bradley said, "Yeah. Like you."

Quote of the day:

"Mommy, when I farted, pee came out. How can that happen?"

-Emily

Emily lost her first tooth today.

Sarah Monkey

We are now officially the parents of "the kid at church who experimentally sticks his finger down his throat in Sunday school and consequently pukes on the teacher."