Holiday Videos

I've got to do some work

I took Chloe to the mall today to buy a puzzle that a friend recommended. I was trying to distract her when I picked it out so she wouldn't see I was buying it. So I pointed her over to a few small tables with PC's set up for kids, equipped with games, etc. A bit later, after I purchased the puzzle, I said, "Okay Chloe. It's time to go." She looked at me and said, "Nah. I'm going to stay here. I've got some work to do."

Going on a trip (of sorts.)

My friend Janet has two adorable children, Mya (6) and Gavin (2). She told me a hilarious story yesterday (one of many – she is a great storyteller). She told me she was getting dressed in front of Gavin, preparing to put on her bra, when he said, "Mommy. Why are you putting your boobies in that suitcase?"

BWAHHHH!!!!

Bombs Away

I just walked by the door to our master commode and heard sounds resembling missles and bombs exploding from within. I said, "WTF is going on in there?" Low and behold, Kevin was in there, playing video games on his iPhone. The sounds were at least appropriate, given the scenario.

He is going to kill me for posting this.

Let there be sleep

Chloe woke up at FIVE THIRTY this morning. And it was not a Quiet-Peaceful-Zen wake up. It was a Screaming-At-The-Top-of -Her-Lungs wake up. I am praying, which I rarely do (unless I think myself or someone else I love could be dying) that she sleeps until at least 7am tomorrow.

Let's have a moment of slience.

Everybody poops

Tonight's bath time conversation:

"Everyone poops Mommy. Mommy poops. Daddy poops. And sharks and turtles and Dora. And my watering can. And Gavin and Mya."

I'm totally spooked

I just had the following conversation with Chloe:

Mommy, I want to go home.
We are home, honey.
No I want to go to another home.
Aw, Chloe. What's the matter with this home?
I don't like it.
Well why is that honey?
There's ghosts in this home.

{Insert totally spooked out Mom-face here}