When the kids help with something extra they get a coin. When I remember. Or when they remember. It's not very often. This week they really wanted to play with it (it was a pitiful amount, so I just dumped my coin jar in with) and it occupied them for well over an hour! They had to sort and resort.
The next day we went to Target to buy some stuff with their "earned" money. We went at a non-busy time and used the self-checkout and putting the coins in the coin slot was just as exciting as getting little toys! They all got bubbles. Jac dropped hers outside within a minute and has basically been a tantrum since (3 days ago).
Look at how cute these little boogers are!!!!
On another Target trip looking real raga-muffin. Wearing Wade's shoes, slept on hair, and a kitty Christmas sweater. Haha.
I've been fielding "kindergarten questions." I use quotations, cause they're not really about school. Questions like: Will we be able to go to the car wash when I'm in kindergarten? Will we still go to get groceries when I'm in kindergarten? I don't know if he's relieved that life will be normal, or disappointed that life will go on? Or perhaps he just likes to bring up kindergarten cause it gets a little jealous rise out of Blake. She keeps telling me that 3 is stupid (started after the kindergarten talk, so I think they're related).
Bryan and I love nature shows. We haven't really watched them with our kids, but a new one came out so we started watching it with them. They complained it wasn't the show they wanted the whole time, but in the same breath they were asking sooooo many questions. Then it showed a bunch of flamingo babies on a journey to a watering hole and one couldn't keep up and it's poor legs got covered in salt...and then it moved onto the next scene. No "it met up with it's mommy" or anything. Obviously stuff like this happens in nature, but usually nature shows paint pretty pictures and happy endings, cause we like pretty pictures and happy endings. Well, the flamingo story wasn't lost on my (surprisingly) tender-hearted Jacqueline. She was lay next to me and suddenly started to whimper and then all out cry. It was so tragic. About 45 minutes later she remembered and was a mess all over again.
Today Blake wanted my to stroke her face so she pretended to sleep. She opened her eyes twice and gave me a silly/sneaky smile. Pretend sleep quickly turned to real sleep, but she still cuddled my arm and made leaving so difficult. - especially with Jac snuggled up to my back and the snow (yes, snow. Got 6 inched today) falling outside. Oh, and that little pony sleeping next to her on it's bed. All the little things of childhood. And Blake needs to sleep with all the things. Jac shoves all toys off her bed and sleeps free, while Blake and Wade both prefer to sleep smothered.
Blake got an eyelash in her eye this week. Since she's been impossibly annoyed that she has eyelashes on her eyes and keeps tugging at them. I keep trying to tell her that they're supposed to be there, but she's still skeptical.
A good shot of Blake's haircut:
Sunday morning the kids made us breakfast. They were so excited. It consisted of a cereal/animal cracker mix (without milk, thankfully), granola bars, and a fruit salad. I'm still not 100% sure how they cut it all so well. The kiwi got pretty mutilated, so I guess it was all done with a butter knife? They do know to not use big knives, but sometimes Wade decides he's big enough for things on his own. I digress. Oh, and we all had TWO cups of water to drink. Not sure why. Wade loved telling us that we couldn't have the fruit salad until we finished out cereal mix. And he kept saying it was so delicious and asking us what it tasted like, and were we surprised, and we need to say thank you. He was proud all day. And continues to talk about making fruit salad non stop now. Blake took this breakfast picture for us:
Jac poured herself a plentiful amount and when Wade said we couldn't eat the salad until we were done (cause we tell them that all the time) her face of "shoot, I made a mistake" as she looked at her plate was so funny.
One day when Bryan got home Wade came and sat next to him all casual like and said, "There's a Story Bot that's really freakin' me out. It's the virus one and they make people sick and they can spread and that's called multiplying and they keep spreading to maybe hundreds or thousands or even hundreds in someones body and they make people sick. And they can land on peoples hands or their drinks and that's how you get them. And it's freakin' me out." He's been playing "viruses" ever since - with his trash, with his slime. And he's been washing his hands a lot.
The kids are making a play place in Wade's room. As they were talking to me about making a slide I asked if it was for them or for their stuff animals. Wade said, "It's for everyone.....but not you. You're too big." And then Blake added, "Yeah, you're super duper, duper, duper, duper, duper, duper big." Yes, six dupers. Stinker.
I cut all my hair this week. Yup, every last one got cut. I like it, but, to be honest, I feel like the middle class, suburban version of a Stepford wife now. This is the haircut that 80% of the kindergarten moms have. Guess I'm one of them. But, now when I brush it I don't have clumps of knotted hair falling out. It's amazing.
Bryan and I celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary this weekend. We planned our day - mostly our meals - and decided to put in our fire pit. Well, decisions were made and he stayed up until 4 am playing video games and I stayed up until 4 am finishing the last book in my series. The next day as we didn't make ourselves a delicious breakfast we kept laughing and saying, "choices were made." Ha. And then it rained and we didn't make our fire pit. But we watched conference and made a ridiculously delicious dinner of steak roast and were lazy and it was perfect. I mean, not as perfect as if it would have been sunny and we could've been outside, but it was still lovely.
Oh, outside. Let's just end on that. We've got a weird sliver of crappo weather going over us and we should be getting over a foot of snow between now and Friday. We got a good pile today and it's perfect snowman making snow. We now have two snowmen in our yard and zero carrots left in the house. Wade keeps asking why there's snow when it's summer - I've explained it, I know this kid understands, so maybe he thinks he's telling a joke? But, spring will be here next week and I think all my tulips will begin blooming. I cannot wait.
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