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Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Kids say the darndest things...

Maggie has learned the word "mine".  Enough said.

When I gave up Mountain Dew in January, I replaced it with a much healthier, albeit more expensive, Passion Iced Tea from Starbucks.  It's herbal tea without caffeine, and I have them replace the syrup with splenda (I know y'all are going to say that isn't healthy but...).  I get it quite often (almost daily) and if it runs out during the day, I make more at home and put it in the Starbucks cup.  Everything tastes better through a green straw.

My kids love to drink my drink.  I love, love, love when Schroeder comes up to me and whispers is his little voice, "Mom, can I have a drink of your ice passion tea?"  As cute as that is, the answer is usually no, though.  It is MINE!  (Ha ha, just realizing who Maggie learned that from.)

Julian tried to sneak into my kitchen the other night while I was cooking to steal a sip.  I pointed my spatula at him and told him to put the drink down slowly and walk away.  He did, but then picked it up again and put his lips around the straw.  "What are you doing?", I yelled.  "I said no more!"

He says, "Oh, I'm not getting any more.  I'm putting back what I already got."

My last two little stories come from D'arcy.  I love her because she is driven and ambitious and oh so sappy.  Sometimes these things make her difficult to parent.

On Father's Day, I totally failed.  Stephen had nothing waiting for him.  I went out to breakfast with my friend and forgot to even leave him the keys to go grab himself some coffee before church.  I didn't even coach the kids to tell him Happy Father's Day on Sunday morning, but D'arcy saved the day.  The very first thing she did when she woke up was walk into our room and tell her Daddy "Happy Father's Day!"  We then heard her go back to her bedroom and coach her brothers to do the same.

FYI, Stephen is really great father.  And I also pretty much failed with my dad, but, for the record, I'm thankful for him too.  He's been doing a great job caring for my mom and my kids sure love their grandpa!

Back to D'arcy.  Having her around in the summer can be challenging.  She wants to know what our plans are.  She wants to corner me into a commitment about what we'll do tomorrow so she can hold me to my word.   All that to say, I don't tell her what our plans are until the hour before they happen.  I  very rarely make promises.

Last week, on her first day of summer vacation, we spent the morning going to a movie at the library, eating Jimmy John's for lunch, and going to tennis lessons.  When we arrived home around 2:30, I told her that I needed to rest before I went to my photo session that evening.  I was going to put Maggie to bed and expected her and her brothers to play quietly until it was time to pick up Daddy.

"Oh, mom, I know what I can do.  I can take the new air pump, pump up my bike tires and ride around the neighborhood."  No, that isn't quiet play and you don't know how to use the new air pump, yet.

"Oh, ok, well then I have another plan.  I can get a big bucket of water, shave pieces of chalk into the water and then dip a paper inside to make art."  AAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

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