Moving On

Chickadee has gotten over the "don't bite me" phase.

She's moved on.

To....

"Don't eat it! That GROSS!"

Example one: "Go put your diaper in the trash please."
"Don't eat it! That GROSS!"

Example two:
"Can you please bring me Stubby's plate?"
"Don't eat it! That GROSS!!"

Hoping she follows her own advice.

Male Role Model Found

Text to sitter:
"Speed now wearing all shirts tucked waaaaaay into his jeans. Definitely can't see his underwear. Thanks, Dad."

2107.5 Miles

...over 10 days.

The kids did AMAZING in the car. Way better than I could ever have imagined.

My dad asked me what they did in the car for that long, knowing we don't have a DVD player to pass time.

Here's a short list:
Baby wipies
Pipe cleaners
Color Wonder (God I love Color Wonder)
Stickers
Stress balls
Baby dolls
ABC learning computers
Snacks
"Let It Go" (which I can now sing in pig latin and in "chicken")

I'm sure the back seat looked a bit Lord of the Flies-ish  from time to time, but we made it to Colorado and back. Tons of fun!

Because It Makes Me Think of the Current Crew

Road Tripping with the Three Amigos

Part One:

This nonsense is written on my packing list:

Chickadee:
day diapers
swim diapers
nite diapers
Sunshine:
nite diapers
pull ups for car
Speed:
nite easy ups
pull ups for car

This is exactly why we are driving....

Male Role Models Wanted

Text from sitter:
"On a walk and I ask Speed to pull up his pants. He says, "Why? I want to be like a football guy." I told him no one wants to see his underwear."

Imagination Required

Chickadee, Sunshine and I were running down the hill at the elementary school after dropping off Speed this morning. Chickadee stopped half way down the hill, sat in the wet grass in front of a seeded dandelion, sang Happy Birthday to Chickadee all the way through, blew out the "candle", clapped, picked the "candle" and then ran to the car with it.