Stink

Somewhere in my house is a sippy cup with just enough milk in it to really stink, whenever I do find it.

Can you tell I'm into my kids?

It's so fun having a girl, because now I can do this...

Snacking on pretzel sticks

Tjabe's first sleepover

Last week Tjabe had his first sleepover with buddy Blake. They spent the three hours before the sleepover playing at the bounce house (or whatever you want to call it) and running around, so by the time they got to my place and into bed they were pretty tired. I did overhear some whispered conversations from their respective beds in Tjabe's room before sleep took over, and managed to capture some of it below for your reading pleasure. Keep in mind, they were whispering, so they had a hard time hearing each other.

T: Blake, I’m sorry for messing up your fingerpaint. Will you forgive me? (pause)

Blake, I’m sorry for messing up your fingerpaint. Will you forgive me? (another pause)

Will you forgive me?

B: YES! I said yes, yes, yes! Now it’s OVER!

B: Tjabe. Sometime you should come to my swimming lessons. (pause)

Tjabe. (another pause) Sometime you should come to my swimming lessons. You can watch what I do. We do really cool stuff.

T: Sometime I will.

B: What?

T: I said, sometime I WILL!

[later] B: Did you like the pizza we had tonight?

T: Yes.

B: Yeah. The cheese was good.

Then a discussion ensued about Legos that I couldn’t keep up with.

And here they are with freshly-brushed teeth.

Words of Wisdom

The scene last night:

Maggie is crying and screaming on the couch because I won't let her play with the phone (which I'm talking on). Did I mention she has a temper and was especially fussy yesterday?

Tjabe is sitting next to her.

Tired of the screaming, Tjabe kneels down in front of Maggie, puts his hands on her shoulders, looks her squarely in the face and states: "Maggie, you will not get what you want by crying and screaming."

Spoken by the voice of experience. Now if only I could be that calm all the time when I say it.