Kindergarteners.

This is the conversation in the car on the way home from school with my 6yr old Kade.

K- Today in the lunch line a boy hit me and another boy in the privates.

Me- What did you do?

K- Well, the devil took over me and I hit him back in the privates...Wait, no I didn't...Ummmm

Me- Sounds like you need to think about what the truth is because we only tell the truth in our family. (my kids are sooo sick of hearing that, I am sure)

K- Well, I did hit him back...Now my eyes are getting water in them...But I feel good inside because I told the truth. I had a bad consequence because I had to lose recess. Did I do the right thing? Are you mad at me?

We talked about what he could have done instead of hitting him back, like get out of line or find an aid. He said none of that would have worked because he wanted to be by his friend.

I wanted to laugh, probably because the devil took over me.

I am glad that he realizes which feelings come from the devil and from Jesus. And about good and bad consequences. There might be hope for him after all. Smile.

I got a call from the principal letting me know that the other boy started it.

It was nice that I heard about it from my 6yr old before I heard it from the principal. And the stories even matched. I know some adults who could take a lesson from that. Smile.

Failed.

It is so disappointing, well that's not really the right word, when you put your heart and soul into something and it fails. Even if it has nothing to do with your efforts you still feel like a failure.

You can't make someone else's heart feel the same thing yours does. And it seems that everyone has different priorities. And some people's priorities shift daily.

Mine don't.

Sometimes it feels impossible to connect with someone who changes with the wind.

At this point it is hard not to build a brick wall with a moat and a mine field around my heart.

Little Stinker take 2

All of the giggling was because Hazel thought it was funny to pull all of the clothes off the hangers in the closet.

She snuck out and got into my make up twice.

Got into Hailey's room and found some bright pink eyeshadow?????

I didn't know she had it so I put her in the living room where I could hear her better while I tried to clean her messes. I heard a strange spitting sound and looked at her and she had crumbled the bright pink eyeshadow all over the carpet, her face, clothes and couch.

How can that much powder fit into that tiny space?

She was upset because it got into her mouth? REALLY!!!!!

Vaccuming, scrubbing, another bath, 3 outfits later I decided it was nap time.

She must have been horribly bored. And needed some attention. And she got it.

I could have given her much more quality time attention if I didn't have to spend so much time doing tornado control.

This is partly why I try to leave the house every day and take them somewhere.

Today we stayed home.

Tomorrow we will not.

The exhausting part is that every single one of my children was exactly the same way. I am afraid it will never end. I am outnumbered.

Little Stinkers

I come into the kitchen and find the little girls playing on the floor with a full can, well now empty can, of slim fast.

I had just mopped AND it was a brand new can of my favorite breakfast drink!!
Throw in some fruit and ice, spinach, maybe some ground flax(this makes it really thick). And you are good till lunch.

Back to the point. That was almost $7.00 spread out on the floor like sand. With a little water mixed in. $7.00 is hard to come by these days!

I had to give one of them a bath, probably the one who did most of it. Take a wild guess who.

I sent them to their room where I heard them giggling while I RE-MOPPED.

How many messes can two little girls make on a freshly mopped floor. . . .

The possibilities are endless.

Mongolian.

This is what we had for dinner tonight. YC's mongolian grill. It might not look good in the picture, but believe me, it is soo good. I ate way too much.

Good enough that we piled all of the kids in the car and made a long drive just to get take out. The kids cried and whined and argued the whole way. And the whole time Ric was inside making it. And the whole way home.

But it was still worth it.

The cut.

The same child that cut her siblings hair twice and her own probably three times still could not control herself with scissors.

She said she was trying to make the one on the right look like stairs.

Spring.

LOok familiar?

The grass grew three times this tall and then one of the kids gave them a haircut.

I think of my kids. And I wish I had a backyard full of lush green grass. I love spring.