really, what did i expect?

E came home from church today (where she has the fortune of being taught by the teacher of her dreams) with a question to share with the family. 

This is the question:
Your mother worked all afternoon to fix dinner for your family.  You don't think it looks good or smells good and you start to complain about it before you even try it.  What question should you ask yourself?  What would Jesus want you to do?

We went around the bed (Buck was feeling sick today so we had family prayer in bed tonight ) taking turns answering the questions. When it got to be J's turn he didn't understand the question, so I simplified it with: "J, if mommy makes dinner and you think it looks yucky what should you say?"

J looks me in the face and announces, "YUCKY!"

Really,  what other answer could there possibly be for a three-year-old.

J's Pre-Thanksgiving Super-Mario Dance Party Extravaganza

So ... our little J has taken to wearing Groucho Marx glasses and wearing his Opa's driving cap and calling himself Mario. The kids got him dancing the other night and I just had to take a video on my phone. I can't guarantee that others will find this funny, but as for his family ... the result left us in stitches (oh, and listen closely to hear Mommy talk of soiling herself):

A true gem that we just had to share. Happy Thanksgiving!

C the artist

C is rarely to be seen without a pencil and sketchbook.
Here are a few of his recent drawings:

Tooth fairy time!

E lost her first tooth tonight!

Sunday Naptime

Sleepiness prevails. J asleep on my lap at church

So maybe I cried a little...

C is in 6th grade. At the end of the year 6th graders at his school go to Estes Park for 5 days. So, this morning after dropping E off at my awesome friend's house (who has saved my tush many times taking E to school when I am running late), I took S and C to school. J and I waited around to see C off on the bus.

C and his BFF are rooming together and are super excited.

C had to talk to J about leaving. J was not happy about it. Here C is trying to console J.

J: No. You NO go on bus.

C: Yes, I am, Jesse.

J: NO! No go on bus.

And then J was mad and wouldn't look at him.

J wanted to go to the car. When we got in he told me to go back to the bus.
"Go get C! Go get him off bus! He's not go on bus! Go get him!"

To tell the truth, I was relieved to go to the car so I could tear up and not feel like a total boob.

But, at least I wasn't alone. J was pretty upset, too.

Hats off!

So S and I went to a mother-daughter event at church a few months ago. There was a photographer and all kinds of fun hats. S and I had our own fun with the hats. Here are some of the shots.