*Remember the Prince I bought for Sara to accompany her Fairy Barbie? The other day I said something to her about her boy barbie. She was very offended and said, "Mom, he is not a boy Barbie, he is a play boy." Oh my child. Don't be saying that too loudly.
*Taylor cracks us up with the way he pronounces half of what he says. With the death of President Hinckley, there has been a lot of talk around our house about him. His name is like a tongue twister to Taylor and he just can't get it quite right. In his attempts to say "President Hinckley", it almost always comes out sounding like "
Heavenly Princkley" and we just have to laugh (without harming his fragile 5-year-old self esteem, of course).
*It appears Livvy has realized that mommy's belly isn't quite like it used to be. Yesterday as I was getting dressed she wandered into my room, reached her little hand up to my belly, started patting it, and kept saying over and over "uh oh, uh oh." Took the words right out of my mouth, kid.
*Yesterday I took all three kids to the grocery store. I know, what was I thinking? I was in a rush so we didn't spend too long picking out a cart. As luck would have it, I grabbed a cart where all three straps/buckles were broken. Seriously? You're killing me people! Fix the straps on your dang carts! It's not like choosing another cart would have solved the problem- I generally find that most of them are broken. I can see if it's a regular cart but a kid cart- for crying out loud- keep up on it! I love when I am shopping and people give me the evil eye because my child is not buckled. Hey, it' s not me, talk to Maceys about fixing their dang carts. Or buggies. Or whatever you call them where you live.
Anyway, the kids were super silly. Not good. Taylor kept jumping down so Sara would follow and then they would push and drag the cart. In the meantime, I had to throw Livvy into the back of the cart because she was too much of a hazard in the front seat. I look over and she is snacking on the apples and ripping apart the broccoli. Fabulous. So then I'm trying to hold her while pushing this whale of a cart with two other kids on it. And to top it off, I'm pregnant-
noticeably pregnant. So I'm sure people are like "what is that woman doing having more children?" Right. Don't worry people, I ask myself that same question every day. There is what I like to call,
the point of no return, and that is where I am at. Which is totally fine. If I'm not at the grocery store.
So we check out. The kids are trying to empty suckers and candy bottles (bad invention) from the little candy rack conveniently placed right in the check out aisle at their eye level. I manage to move them away from that to stand by the bagger. The bagger kid was exciting for about .3 seconds at which point Taylor decided to teach Sara the ropes of exiting the grocery store while mommy is still paying. Ugh. These kids... We did manage to get out of there with no bodily harm done to the children.
I get home and am emptying out the grocery bags only to find a box of Tylenol Cold Head Congestion. What? I didn't buy this. Or rather I should say, I didn't put this in my cart. It appears I did, in fact, buy it. I was never anywhere near that section of the store. Ahhhh, the joys of shopping with my children. If you are in need of some Tylenol Cold Head Congestion medicine, give me a call. Wouldn't you know it, I have a whole box.
*I gave Taylor a haircut the other night. He hates getting his hair cut. I usually try to cut it pretty short just to avoid doing it so often. You'd think it had never been so short before with the way he reacted to it. "Whoa mom, I look like Uncle Mike" who, yes, has really short hair. And still, it has been a topic of conversation all week. But anyway, the next day, his little friend came over to play and he said to me all amazed, "Mom, River still recognized me even with my hair cut." So I said, "Yes honey, that's because your face is the same." His response, "Oooooh" with a very serious nod of the head. If only all answers were so simple...
