Ava disaster averted

We hit a milestone this week, no one in our house achieved a brava award. Although it wasn't from lack of effort and I'm sure we will have a winner next week. We did come close to a major disaster, but with a little Bryn help, it was resolved in the nick of time. Let me elaborate: I had left the pantry door open, I do this a lot, I'm trying to be better. I recognize and take full responsibility for what happened next. While I dress Morgan, Bryn came in exclaiming, "Ava's hiding, she got something out of the pantry." This is of immediate concern, so I leave Morgan half dressed and discover Ava hiding behind the girls' couch in their room. She is crouched and clenching a large new bag of powder sugar. She had just begun gnawing a hole in the bag when I seized it from her kung fu grip. I feel this could have been one for the record books, but thanks to Bryn, we...ok, just kidding. While writing this post, Ava managed to get the fish food down, and pour it all over the floor. Then while I cleaned up the fish food, Ava pooped and reach back and grabbed some poop out of her diaper. Can I just say, I love being a mom. It has been a life long goal of mine to clean up poop, puke,...ahh, she has ripped off her clothes and diaper. And now is asking if I am happy. I gotta go. seacrest out.

just disgusting

Yesterday at the grocery store, I was at the deli getting meat for the Easter Festivus. Bryn chose to lick the glass of the deli counter, she got about 3 feet across before I could grab her. Yes, she's almost 4.

this week Ava on a rampage

We went to the park and I left Morgan's formula in the stroller. Ava found it and surprise entry way mess.

this is becoming a big problem. I can't keep my makeup anywhere!

What can I say, the girl loves her oatmeal.

the little shredder.

Pop Pop moonlights as a Target designer

What do you think: Senior Dich meets Mugato?

Sticker Time!

It started out with just a few stickers... Zoe was making a card, and then things sort of snowballed. Poor Quinn didn't stand a chance.



Zoe made sure my eyebrows were covered.




Aaron puts up with a lot. Poor guy, estrogen is dripping from the walls.

Oh Quinn... I'm sorry I let this happen. I even helped out. Great Mom, huh? It looked like fun, so I joined in.



She looks like Hannabal from Silence of the Lambs. It's hard to look away. We like to scar our kids while they are young. It builds "character," right? I blame my parents mostly. They were always "building our character."

A Frosted Ham

We woke up this morning to a fun surprise...frost on the inside of our windows. This morning the temperature was -40 (with the wind chill) and poor insilitaion left us with the frosted windows. Aaron put his hand on the window to see how thick the ice was. This, of course, left his hand print. Zoe had crawled into bed with us and we asked her if she wanted to touch the window too. First, she made a print with her hand. Then we had the idea that it would be funny if she pressed her little fanny onto the window. This, of course, would be following in her daddy's footsteps. Aaron pressed many a ham in his hay day. She said that she didn't want to so we changed the subject and started talking about something else. About 5 minutes later she said that she did want to touch her booty to the window. How old are we? We'll just let the pictures tell the rest of the story for us. Enjoy.

Yo-yo anyone?

So we have had some problems with Mia's hearing lately. I even took her to the doctor about it and then he referred her to a specialist for a hearing test...which she failed. Luckily the doctor wasn't too concerned. He said it's just fluid in her ears that isn't draining and, worst-case scenario- she will get tubes put in. Her hearing loss has made for some humorous comments from her, though. Sadly, I can't remember all of them but here's one from this week. The kids were eating lunch and I said "Whoever finishes up can have an oreo". A few minutes later I gave one to Mia. She held it up with a confused look on her face and asked "Is this a yo-yo?". I was glad to see that a yo-yo would have been good motivation. I might need to get one to keep on hand.

P.S. Not related to her hearing loss, she thinks a bra is called a broccoli. I think it's too funny to correct her when she pokes my shirt and asks me if I'm wearing my broccoli or not. We'll probably need to clear that one up eventually but for now I'm enjoying it.