Western Day

Little whippersnapper was a cowboy today at school for Western Day.

I had to use my best Jedi mind tricks to get him to agree to the handkerchief.

My skills aren't advanced enough to get him to wear the hat. 

It's safe to say he's not a fan of hats. 

They can't be trusted. 

First Race

Silas competed in his first race on Saturday. We were at a little local festival and Silas was jumping in a bounce house when someone announced it was time for the toddler foot race. I stuck my head in and asked if he wanted to be in a race. He said umm yeam. So I put his shoes on and lined him up. Told him when the man said ready set go to run to Dada real fast. He had it in the bag.

Here's how the starting line looked. He had at least a year on the twin siblings and they weren't wearing shoes.

 

I stood next to Silas thinking about what prize he was going to get when he won. Then the man told me I needed to go to the finish line with the other parents so he could start the race.

I took my place by Brian and the man said go. I heard the Chariots of Fire song playing as Silas took his first steps. Then the music stopped. Confusion and fear took over the little man. His steps never broke into more than a slow waddle and his bottom lip quivered. He didn't know why everyone was yelling at him and he didn't appreciate it. The barefoot twins ran by the tall strapping boy in tennis shoes with ease. They were already wearing their medals when Silas crossed the finish line exclaiming I don't like to race!

I scooped him up and chuckled relishing in the proud moment, my child having a meltdown, telling the man NO! when he said good job and asked for a high five, and cowering away from the medal like he was being handed a snake.

As we rode home, children asleep in the back seat, we laughed pretty hard when we looked at his medal.

I've since taught him proper race finishing etiquette. Kiss the medal, jump up and down with your arms in the air. He'll do fine next time.  

Home Remedy: Swiffer Mop

We recently bought a Swiffer WetJet Mop. After I used it for the first time I gave it to Silas, my helper, and he continued to mop for 1.8 hours.

The next time I went to mop I discovered that Silas had cleaned so thoroughly he used the whole bottle of cleaning solution. No problem I thought. I'll just refill the bottle with good old fashioned water and soap.

Wrong!

The Swiffer people thought they would be real smart and make the bottle to where you can't unscrew the lid. Therefore you will be forced to buy another $5 bottle of their cleaning solution. Capitalists.

Well those Swiffer people underestimated the cheapness and mad skills of yours truly. After a quick Google search I found the solution which I will now share with you. 

All you need is a pot of water and fingernail clippers.

1. Bring water to boil in a small pan. (enough to cover the bottle lid)


2. Boil the lid for 2 minutes. (I had to hold mine to get it to stay upright)

3. Unscrew the lid. (I had to use a hand towel and some elbow grease)

4. Clip those pesky teeth from the inside of the lid so you can unscrew it 
        easily next time.

Stickin it to the Man one Swiffer bottle at a time.

Family Toes

In Silas' world there are four important people you should know. 

Their names are Frank, Tommy, Frieda, and Willamina.

And let's be clear. These are not just toes. They're his friends. 

When he stubs his toe he doesn't cry in pain, he yells Oh Fwank!! You OK!?!? When he sees my feet he lights up and starts starts chatting with Frieda (she's his favorite). When my feet are under the covers Silas asks Freida and Willamina if they are ok, and whatcha doin' unda dere? When my toenails are painted he says Frieda why you purple?

You better believe I've used this to my advantage. When Willamina asks real nice if he'll eat that spinach, he can't resist. If he doesn't want to wear socks all Tommy has to do is say he's cold.

I love my weird little guy. No clue where he gets it.

Pudding

We had chocolate pudding for dessert tonight. That is, after two thirds of the bowl was knocked onto the microwave, down into the pots and pans drawer, and finally onto the kitchen floor and the baby crawling on it.

It's our new diet plan.

Tales of Easter

Easter Sunday was lovely. 

It began with a powerful message at church. 

It ended with good quality family time. 

The littlest ones get ready for their hunt. Look at the intensity.

They were actually quite docile. They walked around in no hurry and were content after they had found about 3 eggs each.

The grown-ups were a different story. 

Prizes and money were on the line people! 

We all had fun. Especially the kids:
water gun fights, rides on the golf cart, and sugar comas.

And oh, how fast they're growing!

This was the same group just two years ago.

It was such a happy day.
I have so much to be thankful for.
Most of all, that Jesus rose from the grave and saved my life.

Pictures

We had family pictures made.

They turned out great.

Especially the ones of this little debbie snack.

And this ham.


But those whippersnappers can't compete with my breathtaking
40 year old virgin pose.

See the similarities?

If you want to see more (and there are many more) from the photo shoot 
or order prints, email me and I'll send you the link.