Speaking Her Love Language

Some of the very best ways to show your love to a princess: 

Curl her hair.

Paint her nails.

Apply a touch of makeup.

Have a mini photo shoot.

 

 

 



Another Life Lesson

 

A certain somebody has been really struggling with kindness, respect, and attitude lately.  It seems like we've been talking constantly about these concepts, and yesterday I had to dole out some pretty hefty consequences.  J lost all screen time for three days AND had the pleasure of cleaning all three bathrooms by himself. 

 

At the end of the day, he went to brush his teeth.  His voice was filled with alarm when he summoned me to the bathroom.  The bathroom countertop was splattered with blue soap and the hand towel was wadded up in a ball. 

 

J:  Mom, look at this!  All of my hard work, and the bathroom looks like this!

 

Me:  Welcome to my life, J.  Welcome to my life.

 

Daily News

Overheard while the kids were watching the story of Joshua and Jericho in The Bible...

J:  If they had a daily news back then, this would definitely be on it.

I'm Excited

Really excited...

 

Excited like a boxer with a knock out.

 

Excited like a player with the dunk.

 

Excited like the mom with a snow day phone call.

 

I'm snow day excited!

 

Crazy About the Rainbow Loom

 

 

Not so crazy about picture time.

 

 

Go 'Noles!

My youngest brother has been a Florida State fanatic for years. 

He really wanted to make the trip to cheer on his team in the national championship game, but after seriously inquiring, he chose to buy us pizza that night instead.

Our house is pretty much the same as the Rose Bowl though.

 

 

Seminole victory!

Boys are Gross

J's bag was packed for his first sleepover at a non-relative's home. 

He was beyond excited. 

I had a few concerns that needed to be addressed before I sent him on his way.

Since this is how I find the kids' bathroom e.v.e.r.y. single day (This photo doesn't do it justice.  It's difficult to capture the full effects of dried spit, fingerprints, and a toothpaste massacre.), we had an extensive review of manners and all things related. 
 

Me:  Dude, no one is going to invite you back to their house if you don't clean up your pee dribble and toothpaste blobs.


J had a great time, and I heard from the other mom that he was well-mannered also. 

 

Me:  So did you have a good time?

 

J:  Yes!

 

Me:  What did you boys do?

 

J:  We played video games, texted, and we burped and farted.