Looking for a plant identifier

So I was going to title this post "How do solve a problem like Rozlyn?" but it seemed to negative for the title and so it just made it as the first sentence. I do love her to pieces but I don't think calling her a problem is going to far. She sure gives us trouble and I keep waiting for it to end.
She is super independent and loves to go beyond my authority or control. At the pool during some great birthday party awhile back I refused her to invite herself over to the party and have some cake. After getting no help from me she waddle into the huddle herself to plead with the strangers for a piece of cake. Of course they gave it to her and it was Rozlyn 1 point, mom 0.
Last week at the library she really wanted this book called "Trashy Town". Now I promise, this is no book review. It's hardly reccommended. Anyway Charlotte used to request books before walking in the doors but the first book she saw of any interest quickly drove her to forget her original request. Not Rozlyn. It was time to pick books, she kept asking "where's Trashy Town?" I kept saying it probably wasn't there and showing her other great ideas. I had grabbed "Hey Mama Goose" (now that is a book reccommendation!! I love it.) None were good enough. As I insited it was time to go we left with her head hung low. Just as we were about to make the exit she walks up to the circulation desk and says "I wanted Trashy Town and you didn't have it and I'm sad." At first I think there started at how articulate this small person is. I kept giving them the mom eyebrow and I that says it's O.K., don't worry about it. However Rozlyn had already won her heart and she was rapidly in the catalog searching for the author (that was the unknown information). After assuring the lady that we didn't need to find it (please not another week or reading trashy town) she walked right back to where it belonged and grabbed it for Rozlyn. Rozlyn grabbed it and shouted "Thank you very much, I love Trashy Town". It was all so dramatic, and I'm wondering why is she so smart that she knows how to get around Mom's authority and always seems to know who to find that will help her with her problems.
This morning while we were outside waiting for Charlotte's ride to school Rozlyn made a confession and she said "Mom, once I ate two of those berries on that plant and they didn't kill me, they really didn't. You said they would kill me and they didn't." What?? Who is the kid, why does she do these things. I guess I didn't really know if the berries would kill her but I didn't know if they wouldn't. I'm no identifier of plants. (I tried to post the picture of the plant but it's not working). Why does she have absolutely no amount of respect for the things I say. Have I been caught lying enough times in her three years that she now doesn't trust me, and how will I earn it back? No I'm fretting at the future scenerio where she does need to trust me and won't. So I ask you again, How do solve a problem like Rozlyn?

My very non type A ways

So here I find myself celebrating the two month anniversary of living in my house. Do I feel moved in and organzied, not in the least. So help me all of you wiser organizers then me. Here are some specific issues on the top of my mind. There are many more then I can list but can I think of them, no, because there not written down anywhere because I'm not organized.
First comes kids clothes, I have one big laundry day a week. I can only do it one day a week because it takes me the other six to fold, iron (who am I kidding?), and put away. So why do there seem to be enough kids clothes to last the month. We're not even having potty accidents any more, its an amazing mathmatical mystery. I'm considering keeping x number of outfits and throwing the rest out. Advice? How many clothes do a 5,3,and1 year old need?
Next problem is old memorabilia, how sentimental does it have to be to stay. Letterman jackets, dance costumes. What can I throwout without regretting years from now.
Next, toys. We have way to many. This summer in our apartment many toys lived in storage, did the kids miss them, no did they have plenty, yes. However whenever I need a break I think the largest stash of toys should come to the rescue. Endless fun for all. However they still just want me. They don't understand that sometimes the toys are babysitters. So should I just chuck them with no regrets or try to do the rotation. Initially I'm scared at the rotation because of my lack of organization. Advice, advice I need it pour it on.
Last for now receipts and bills. How far back do I need to keep bills, I have files of old bills from companies who no longer provide service for us. I'm always spooked that 5 years from now Disn Network is going to request alot of money that they say I never paid. How far back do I have to go to save things.
I know I seem pathetic but I'm determined to get organized once and for all. So go ahead, motivate me, please!!!!!!

Boston

So Chris and I were lucky enough to have his mom come and relieve us for a few days while we headed to Boston. This was the best break for the whole family. The kids loved having grandma here. They get so much love and attention, I get an adult to talk to while Chris is gone, and Chris has an excuse to eat out at the best restaurants. Definately a win, win, win (for you Office watchers).
If my trip would have ended with the plane ride I would have been satisfied. Traveling alone is really taken for granted. Unlmited time and interuptions to check out the Sky Mall magazine. We met my sister, brother, their spouses and 300 other BYU faithful.
Boston was beautiful and the weather was perfect. It was so fun to be on a BYU tour with tonz of BYU diehards. We were definately the youngest but I think all the old people were really glad we were there. I guess the older you get the easier it is to be entertained because they were all amused with us. We were quite popular to dine with and sit next to on the bus. There was plenty of laughing for all.

We were only in Boston one day which wasn't near enough, we got in all the major highlights from our city "Duck" tour but could have spent an entire day at each landmark. Another trip is definatley necesarry. I did get to drive the "Duck" when we got on water, which allows me great bragging rights (and I was a great driver too!!)
Our next day was Vermont. Again the drive alone would have been worth it. It was beautiful, quiet, peaceful. It was our first time at church history sites and it was amazing. We visited Joesph Smith's birth place, and the surrounding sites. It was so great and the spirit was so strong.
Now it was time to get rowdy, game day (again with all the oldies). Man do those guys ever get mad and yell. Boston College was fun to see and we did get treated good on campus, even though we were decked out in our BYU drag.

Our last night we went canoeing on the Charles River and had one more seafood dinner before we went to bed, only to wake up to having to leave it all behind. The best food, no dishes, beautiful sites and a featherbed for four straight days, what more could of I wished for. (a BYU win would have been nice, but I can't have everything)
No major disasters happened while I was away (besised running out of toilet paper). Cheryl told me that worrying does actually work because everything you worry about never happens. The kids were so fun to see and I was ready to be a mom again. It's funny what a good break will do to renew your parenting powers. The kids weren't as excited I was back. They keep praying that I can go on another trip and that Grandma Cheryl can come back very very fast.

I'm getting off the bandwagon

First I'd like to apologize if this is offensive to anyone. I know everyone has there passions that they love and this could be one of yours. I.K.E.A. Yes, I'm climbing of there bandwagon. Here is some history. Before adventuring out of the states of Idaho and Utah I'd only heard of this mysteriously fabulous store out there in the big cities. Everyone raved about it and told us how it should be a pre-requisite for which city we choose to move to. Hello Houston, Hello I.K.E.A. experience #1. It was exciting I'll admit, huge, fun, bargains everywhere. The anticipation was equally as big. I found my self going back from time to time to this great new novelty. We'd even take our Idaho guests as a real tourist stop. I pushed I.K.E.A. copying all the lines that had sold me initially. "It's so exciting, you feel like you've just ripped someone off each time you leave." After several visits, and spending plenty of dollars I began to wonder what I was missing. Maybe it just isn't my style - is that bad to say, but I would see my most modern and stylish friends decorate there homes amazingly with furnishings only from I.K.E.A. I think I'm to behind the times because I couldn't make it work.
When we moved within 5 minutes of I.K.E.A. this summer, (a real real-estate selling point I guess) we've been back several times. There are way way way to many people in that store. We have to hike a mile each time just to get in. Then there is a 30 minute waiting line to put your kid in the playplace. We put Rozlyn in her biggest shoes and biggest hairbow so we could sneak her in, still she's 1/2 inch to small. Everytime this happens and everytime we go through the drama of waiting and measuring only to have her little heart broke. I did tell her she'd grow if she ate more vegetables so we'll see. Then it's the maze, why can't you just leave when you want to without going through that crazy maze. They force you to look at every single item known to man before allowing you to exit. Next to the hot dogs: I'll admit, this is the best part about I.K.E.A. (is it embarassing to profess my love of hot dogs?). and .50 you can't beat that. But when its so overcrowded and filled with unsupervised children buying there hot dogs there are frustrations: like blocking the mustard dispenser, everyone lines up to get there sodas, not using the ketchup or mustard. Can't they line up on the other side away from the dispensers? I get angry when something comes between me and my mustard. Then incase your thirsty they give you a snowcone cup to put water in. What good is that for, you can't set it down, and I can't enjoy my hotdog when all hands aren't free.
The last frustration is when you finally exit and see the row of the faithful. Hundreds of cars in the loading zone just waiting to load there purchases that probably won't fit. But it doesn't mean there without faith. We've been there before loading our own goods hoping by some miracle that they fit.
As I left after my last visit, I thougt about just how crazy this place is. To make all you in Houston feel better Dallas I.K.E.A. is a million times busier. It's a zoo. My mile walk back to the car gave me time to come to the conclusion that 1. I.K.E.A. has no edge over Wal-mart for me these days and 2. I go crazy when I'm around that many people. Wierd panicky systems in my body start to kick in and make me all crazy. Tonz of people and tonz of noise, it's to much for me. Maybe with time I'll cool down, and I'm sure when people come I'll still take them just so they can see the massive amounts of people for themselves. Until then I'll find myself back at the Wal-mart up the road, with home furnishings in my cart, miscellanous junk, and eating a hot dog at the deli - covered in mustard.
I'm so happy to have this blog where I feel like I can vent about such issues.
Can we still be friends?

Numero Uno

The Big Birthday arrived. We had a fun family celebration. Mason of course loved the cake. I'm sad he's already one. He is the happiest, funnest baby and I'm no hurry for him to grow up. He really is such a big boy, and just so squeezeable. He has just discovered reading. Everyday when I read to the girls I just let him roam free and play. Well now he's discovered the trick to getting on the couch, bringing us books. He brings us book after book. He used to be destructo, which is why we just let him play. However now, he brings the book, climbs on my lap and keeps his hands to himself while I read. He just didn't want to miss out on the action. He only picks out books with dogs on them, none of which are my girls favorites. When friends are over he weasels them into reading to him as well. He grabs a book and goes and climbs on their lap and grunts until you open the book. He's so cute!! Is there any way to freeze this phase?? I'll take any advice you have. I have more cake pictures still on my camera which we'll put on later.

My new friend

In the world of a big move comes lots of new friends. Friends are scary to make because what if someone gets attached to you and later on you find out their crazy. Well my new friend I pay tribute to today I believe is crazy, she sits next to me at gymnastics each and every week. Gymnastics is somewhat of a challenge with three kids. Between wrestling Mason the entire time and my friends shocking comments there was always something to look forward to on Tuesday afternoons.

Impression 1: I was told what a disadvantage my kids had because there were more then two of them. (She only has two because of course, she's perfect). They'd have less of my time and be involved in less activities because we couldn't afford it. "Each additional child, is one the less thing they'll all get to do".
Impression 2 shocking comment: Charlotte is allergic to peanuts. She asked me if we can go to chick-fil-a. I told her no, or at least not when Charlotte's with us. She then told me if any kid of hers was ever allergic to peanuts that she would disown that child. I tried to reason with her by telling her that she wouldn't (it's not that big of a deal), saying that you'd look at them, see how cute they were and not even care. I guess she thought I felt attacked because she told me "No, I wouldn't disown Charlotte, I'd disown my kids. I couldn't live with out Chick-fil-a.
Impression 3: Mason had just thrown his bottle after he'd finished drinking it, a bad habit I know. She went on to tell me how her friends son did the same and really hurt her friends head because the son would throw it while they were driving in the car and it would bean the back of her head. Her friend asked her (phyco lady) if her kids ever chucked their bottle when they were finished to which she replied "Is Sydney still breathing. If that was my kid I'd be pulling over on the side of the road and giving them a little smack, smack, smack." Hello???? Oh so I guess I'm supposed to start beating him right now.
Impression 4: (Are you starting to see the things I look forward to hearing each week.) Our internet, phone and cable T.V. are all the same, if the internet is down so is every source of media outlet in the house. I told her how I'd been without a phone all day. To make me feel better she told me that her internet company had recently called and asked her to switch and get a phone through the computer. She told them "What, do I have stupid written all over me?" Which apparantly I do because 30 seconds prior I told her thats how we were set up.

I realize this is the longest, probably boring for you all, grammatically incorrect post ever. There is plenty of confusing "he said, she said". I just had to share the news of my gymnastics friend. I'm switching days of gymnastics to the evenings or Saturdays when Chris can watch Mason, and in a wierd sad way I'll miss the shocking comments. A week never went by with out one, I only filled you in on some of my favorites. I thought it appropriate to finish with a tribute to her. For your own enjoyment I wish you all success in the future at finding a phyco friend to sit with at some extra curricular activity.

A New Monster Lives in our House

Charlotte is her name. The good news is that she loves school, the bad news is that she wants to make sure she doesn't miss it and so she wakes up at the earliest hour. The first few days of school I had to go in her room, shake her around, talk to her, tickle her, carry her downstairs. Well she must have amazing body rhythym because this is no longer necessary. She wake up 1/2 hour earlier then needed like clockwork. We can throw the new cock-a-doodle do alarm clock away.
I can't have her wake up before 7, because there are certain mom jobs I have to do before I need her help, making the lunch, showering, reading, getting ready, all things I'm great at by myself.
Yesterday, she woke up so early came running down stairs yelling "Mom you said we could make stickers today, I want to make stickers" (writing on scotch tape, and ripping the piece off). That activity definately shouldn't happen before 10am, let alone 7am.
Last nigth Chris and I went on a date, she was with the babysitter going crazy when we got home at 10:00. Now school nights, she's in bed at 8:00, so I'm thinking she'll sleep in this morning, after all it's Saturday. However, I wasn't willing to take any chances, so I had a lecture of you stay in bed as long as you can. Then you come downstairs wait quietly on the couch, and read a book quietly. Most importantly don't wake up mom or dad. At 6:30 am, on a Saturday, I wake up to "see Dick run, go Dick go, oh Dick" in a loud voice. My precious sleep had been robbed once more.
What am I to do with this Monster?

Preschool Drama

So kindergarten has started and its going so great. . . . .and now for Rozzie's turn. Since Charlotte started school Rozlyn has been so excited because she wants to do anything that Charlotte does. On Tuesday when we dropped Charlotte off at the school, Rozlyn in her nightgown, went wandering into the classroom crying to go to school. Thursday was her very own big day. I really wanted to keep her at a home preschool, rather then a more traditional school. This was my first error. She was going to Miss Shelia's preschool, a lady who has done it for twlevle years. She seemed like the pro (despite having a 1:12 ratio of 3 year olds), but I knew it would work because it had for all those years. While I can barely handle a 1:3 ratio, I just figured she knew what she was doing. At the conclusion of her first day, Rozzie came stumbling out in her backpack that is bigger then her with the mysterious pink letter. The pink letter indicated that Miss Shelia had recently gotten her Real Estate's license and from time to time the two (preschool and real estate) would conflict. So lucky for us she hired this great assistant, her 18 year old son, Mr Lindon. Hello????? Now instead of the expert we have a teenage boy ALONE with 12 kids. Would any of you be alarmed? Would you ever sign up and pay for your child to attend a preschool where she has an 18 year old BOY for a teacher, by himself with 12 kids? (not to mention he is a home schooled kid - I know there are homeschoolers that turn out great, however my general stereotype is not a positive one). My lesson learned is that when we decided to do a preschool in a home we lost out on alot of professionality and accountability. A public place would not allow a teacher that just came and went as her real estate business permitted. There also would be more then one adult, for emergencies, comforting, bathroom assistance, etc. When Mr. Lindon has to attend to an emergency, call a parent who knows what the other 11 will be doing. In addition Rozzie has bad boy phobia. So no more preschool for Rozlyn for now. She doesn't know the news yet, it will break her heart because she was just so excited. My sister-in-law suggested that I tell her preschool is only one day. She is on a waiting list at several other places. When you wait until August 10th, the slots are usually full. Chris is doing the "break-up" today in exchange for a large desseret. I was to afraid of the confrontation. Thank heavens I can bribe him with sugar to do my dirty work for me.

All about Mason

3 things that scare me:
*Mom's dinasoar sound effects
*The electric drill
*My sisters love

3 people that make me laugh:
*Mom
*Dad
*My Sisters

3 things I love:
*Food
*The gameroom
*Stairs

3 things I hate:
*When the food runs out
*Holding still
*Diaper changes

3 things I don't understand:
*Why I can't be set free on the stairs
*Why mom puts up baby gates
*Why the feedings have to end

3 things on my floor:
*wagon
*books
*horse

3 things I'm doing right now:
*Sleeping peacefully
*Recharging my energy
*Dreaming about stairclimbing

3 ways to describe my personality:
*Busy body
*Happy
*Energetic

3 things you should listen to:
*My new chatterbox vocabulary
* mommy singing
*ESPN sports radio

3 things I want to do before I die (in other words three things my mom wishes for me):
*Marry a girl just like my mom in the temple and have lots of babies
*develop a testimony of my own
*Serve a mission

3 things I love to eat:
*strawberries
*Dannon Activia, its a real boost for my digestive system
*anything else I can find and fit in my mouth

3 things I'd like to learn:
*How to walk so I can play sports
*How to communicate so someone understands me (I have feelings too!)
*How to drink from a sippy

3 babies I tag:*Bailey *Kotter *Mia

The best toy!!!

So I'm always searching for that one magical toy. The criteria is 1)keep my kids entertained for hours 2)Mason can't choke on it 3)it doesn't make noises or sounds that annoy me 4)doesn't cost alot of money. I've found just the toy - pipe cleaners. You might have all discovered them quicker then I did. As for myself and my children we just became familiar with them a few weeks ago. They've given us nothing but happy hours ever since. They make people out of them, letters, spell names, necklaces, bracelets. Even I enjoy scuplting creations with them. We even took them to church because they're even quiet, an added bonus. Anyway if you were slow to learn about these magical toys like me, go grab a bag. I hope they give you an afternoon's worth of time to get something done like they do for me.
As a side note, Kindergarten really happened. Plenty of tears were shed and I fought boldly to contain myself while Charlotte was with me. There should be a prize for that because it was no easy task. She seemed so ready, and acted so brave which gave me another reason to want to cry, tears of happiness, tears of sadness. It's an emotional roller coaster. So she's there as we speak. I'm a short 2 hours away from picking her up and hearing all about her new world. As a tribute to Charlotte here is a picture of her this Monday morning and a picture of her last Monday morning. My crazy wild friend is all dressed up and in kindergarten now.

Little Miracles/The new blue

(Can you believe there are pictures!!! I threw some in of Mason because he has yet to show up and if you ask me, he is pretty stinkin cute!!)

Last night I read a quote: I was told to count my many blessings, I did...and sure enough, I'm missing a few. You might have noticed that I'm not the only blog on the web without a picture anymore. That's right, I got one. One!! It really was a small miracle. I did nothing different then I ever do. I did get greedy and went for two, not so lucky. I'd like to claim that I know the process of posting pictures better then you all, I'm sure I've clicked the "done" step many more times then you. Have any of you emailed the blogger help group a million times to get the same carbon copy response each and every time? My advice, don't buy a new computer, it might seem exciting loaded with features but you might never be able to post a picture again. We've tried everything, taken every security measure possible off of our computer, opening windows to all kinds of vulnerabilities (but hey at least I'd have pictures on my post, right?) Well a family decision has been made and I'd like to introduce you to Chris, my fabulous husband and official picutre poster.
As far as the new blue, I found it to be much more fitting for my username and blog title. It's all about the rain. Here goes one last picture try from the homefront. Unsuccessful

1 week and I'm NOT counting

So Monday is here which means next Monday, August 7th, is only one week away. But believe me, I’m not counting. Reality is kicking in that phase 1 of parenting is quickly approaching the end. Charlotte is on her way to kindergarten. Someone needs to hold my hand. Can I make it through? Sadly I wished for many days to end sooner then they did, and now I’m wishing I had so many more. Don’t you hate it when people say “Just enjoy this time your in, it will fly by and you’ll be sad it ended, ” and now I’m saying it. I’m realizing there are so many more things I should have done with Charlotte’s time and plenty of things that I shouldn’t have. The fact is I love her to pieces. She will always hold a special place in my heart because she is my first. Of all the things I hope she’s learned, I hope she remembers how loved she is. So I have one week to spoil her to pieces as my last chance. It started Saturday with our big Mommy/Daughter date. We went and got all ready for school: the clothes, the backpack, the lunchbox, school supplies, a new necklace and some intermittent stop for new bedding. (How will she get the rest the needs without cute sheets?) She went to IHOP for the first time and had a huge pancake. We are so excited her egg allergy is gone. The highlight was the manicure and pedicure which she has asked for, for a long time. Following the nails we went to the pool and had so much fun. It was the best date for both of us and she’s officially ready to go now. Her teacher’s name comes in the mail tomorrow. I keep wanting to hold her, read to her, play with her and I believe she’s starting to think I’m weird. All unpacking is on hold for one week (oh shucks!), because its my last week with her before I send her to the big K. So give all your little ones a big squeeze….and if you have any extras give them to me. I’m going to need it.

Cookies anyone?

If you are well informed on cookies then fill me in. So you see, I'm having trouble posting pictures. I know I'm not the most computer intelligent but I know I'm following all the steps and its still not working. A fix is in the works. I emailed blogger and it has something to do with cache and cookies, both things that sound great, but stop me from putting pics us. Someday.....

Don't talk to them....they're Mormon!!

So the pile of boxes have been reduced to my head instead of the ceiling. We are now sleeping in our newe home, yea!!!! (Our status doesn't really fit the description of "moved in"). The kids have held up suprisingly well. I'm realizing how bad life really was the past three months, which I can say now because it's over with. The people here are so friendly...no, soooooo friendly, which we gladly welcomed. The house is great and we now have room for visitors, so come one and come all. Now need to book in advance, we're not that cool.
So the people we bought the home from are the best ever. Not only did we get the house but a friend to. The real estate market should consider getting new yards signs that indicate if a friend comes with the deal as well. The wifes name is Heather and she was so nice to give us all the neighborhood info, extra furniture, (all nicer then what we previously owned), goodies galore for the girls bedroom, a clean house, fresh landscaping, the whole works!! One more bonus was the large bottle of wine on the countertop with a sweet letter. I immediately wondered what to do with this wine, any suggestions?
The day we moved in Heather came to say hello, as we were talking the missionaries walked past. I waved and smiled, Heather said "Don't talk to them, they're the Mormon missionaries"
I responded by telling her that it was O.K. because we too were Mormon. As she's pulling her foot out of her mouth she says, then you probably aren't going to drink the wine. I told her probably not (you never really know...it had been a realy long week. j/k) We're both feeling embarassed. An hour later our new bishop shows up looking concerned and asking if everything was O.K. Heather, our seller, had been a room mom with the bishop's wife who she knew was Mormon. Heather had left our house, called the bishop to tell them we were home alone, with a truck full of stuff and needed the Mormon support team to move us in. The funny thing is it had already been arranged and we were just an hour ahead of schedule, waiting for the E.Q. to show up. She is just so nice, watching out for us and all. Later I met her at the pool with Charlotte and Rozlyn, while Mason slept and the guys unloaded. She told me she had contacted the Mormons to help us and asked if one of the Mormon wives was watching Mason.
Well the Mormon talk has been huge, at the pool Heathers daughter asked Charlotte, "Are you Mormon?" Charlotte looked confused and replied "I don't know, what's that?" It's time to break out the Brite music "I'm a Mormon, yes I am, and if you want to know what a Mormon is I'm a living speciman...." So all the neighbors now know, from Heather sharing her embarassing "don't talk to them" story, which really makes life easy for us. Bring on the missionary experiences.
This is the worlds longest blog, I'm not a very concise story teller. If you've made it this far you get one final non-PG rated story as a bonus, & I'll leave make it concise..the cable guy saw me in my bare nothings. After the pool the day we moved in the movers were still unloading so I went in my bathroom, paranoid at so many men wandering around, locked myself in, stripped down, and wandered into the closet to grab some clothes to find the cable guy just as scared as I was. So my question to you is, why are the cable boxes in the master closet???

Breakfast Time

So I woke up this morning to the dreaded Monday morning knowing that in just a short while kids would wakeup and not only that they'd probably be hungry. Rozzie was the first to arise, in an attempt to catch a few more Zzzz's I bargained with her that if she wouldn't make any peeps we'd have waffles for breakfast (the kind you pop in the toaster). So waffles it was, which really was the easiest for me beacause I just put some syrup on thier plate, give them the waffles whole and then it becomes a finger food, just break off a small piece and dip it.
Well Mason has most recently discovered table food. We were pleasantly suprised on our trip to Idaho to learn from my brothers baby, who is 3 weeks older then Mason that you dont' have to break the cheerios in half. Babies can eat them whole without even choking!!! I could have learned this lesson 2 kids ago. Needless to say we've really expanded our eating horizons since then. The problem is that baby food is no longer a favorite as it once was, in fact he'll hardly eat it. We get more on his face then in his mouth. He much prefers his canned veggies to the pureed variety.
On that same trip , we were highchair-less. Mason and myself were made fun of because I'd just sprinkle some food on the floor and he'd crawl after it, eating away. I now can laugh at myself and realize how bad it must have looked. This morning after waffles they were still hungry, but trying to minimize the amount of work I'd have to do, I just started handing them some of Mason's KIX. So we weren't eating on the floor but we were eating without bowls, sharing from a family pile of KIX generously poured on the middle of the table. This proved to be a great activity. First the KIX got smashed and turned into spicy pepper, "don't taste them they'll burn your tongue", second the mashed KIX became pixie dust, which they smashed with their pitch forks. Then they were taking turns feeding Mason "cheese filled KIX" they claimed that these ones "tasted really good". We all got a good laugh and the game lasted forever. I'd reccommend it to anyone trying to stall a future Monday from really starting.
While I was cleaning up, Rozlyn rummaged through Mason's drawer and showed up in the kitchen in his church clothes. It made me laugh and laugh and so I had to snap a picture so that I could send it Chris and show him the fun he's missing out on.

(So I can't figure out how to post pictures, but they'll come someday)