Is THIS normal?

I feel relatively certain that JW is suffering the ill-effects of HAVING WAY TOO MANY SISTERS!

That boy knows way too much about working a camera!

I think I might need to take him to a monster truck show or something.  Maybe get him some beer and cigarettes.  Let him start swearing.  And punching stuff.

Or maybe I'll just take him to a monster truck show. :D

It's NOT My Birthday

Wes emailed this video to me.

He found it on his phone.

It was apparently shot on my birthday.

Today is not my birthday!

My birthday was six months ago.

I don't remember this at all!

But it makes me laugh really hard!


Apparently Wes was being lazy on my birthday.

Bad form, Wes, bad form!

Calling in Reinforcements

Sarah happened upon this post-it note in her bedroom yesterday:

Although Sarah has no immediately plans for moving out of the house, there has been a looong on-going debate as to who will inherit her room if ever that day should arrive!

The other day, as Emma was making paint color choices out loud, I gently reminded her that more than likely when the room became available, JW would move into it so that I can use his room for a school room.

Clearly, she is not going down without a fight!

Emma's Confession

Forty Seven

That would be the number of pictures that JP took of herself while we were on vacation!
And look who's following in her footsteps!

So True

This morning, while JW was taking out the trash, he said, "I'm gonna have a maid when I grow up."

To which Jordan quipped, "Yeah, your wife!"

Vacation Conversation

The "birds and the bees" discussion has always been dicey waters through which most parents dog paddle their way around, unsure of when, where, and how to have the conversation. If you speak too soon, your precious one is on the kindergarten playground embellishing his version of this biological phenomenon to 21 of his closest friends. Yet, if you wait too late, your child hears about it from a classmate who typically gets the details confused or uses lingo that would make Howard Stern blush.

Okay, so that's probably a slight exaggeration because I'm pretty sure there is no sexual lingo that would cause Howard to blush, but you know what I'm saying!

Luckily, I have an older, wiser sister who had swam through those waters several times now who advised me early on that there really is no particular age at which it is best to have "the talk," but rather, each child must be evaluated on an individual basis to decide when they are ready. Most of the time, you will know when they are ready.

Which brings me to the conversation I happened upon while we were on vacation. I walked into the room where my three precious daughters were discussing having babies!

JP: EWWW, Abbee, that is NOT where babies come out! Tell mom what you just told me.

Abbee: (giggling incessantly) What? I just said I think it's gross that babies and poop come out of the same hole!

Me: Abbee, babies and poop do NOT come out of the same hole!

Abbee: They don't?

Me: No, but we will talk about it later when we are alone.

Abbee: (screams) NOOOOOO! I DON'T WANNA KNOW!! You can tell me when I'm pregnant!

It goes with out saying that it's time for Abbee and I to have the talk!!

JW and the Knowledge he Imparts

A bit of history to help understand the context:
When JW was younger, he always told us that his dad died in the ocean. We were never quite sure where he got that idea; but, he was convinced that the ocean was involved in his dad's death and that remained his story for quite sometime.

Today, John Wesley was enlightening us to all of the things that are worse than dying. His short list included cancer, to which he added, "My first daddy died from cancer."

Jordan said, "I thought your dad died in the ocean?"

At that, JW whipped his head around with his eyes as big as saucers and retorted, "WHAT?!!?? My dad's not from Bethlehem! He wasn't one of those 'walk on water' guys!" (As if being one of those guys is an incredible insult!)

That dude is funny! Ridiculous. But funny.