My Kids Crack Me Up

The outfit Anna chose for Chick fil A's family night (the theme was Princess & Pirates)cracked me up. We went for a Mommy/Daughter date. She was off the wall excited. Other kids were reclusive and she pranced around saying everything was 'magical'. Really kid?! It's Chick Fil A. Okay. I don't blame her. Cause it's Chick Fil A. You know it is bad when you go back over a month later and the employees remember her. Hmmm....


Speaking of Chick Fil A, found out my son digs their lemonade.


He does NOT like it when I take it away.


Evan is mischievous. While I was upstairs getting Anna ready for school, he scaled the pantry to get Daddy's cereal, got a bowl from the counter and helped himself. Maybe instead of mischievous, I should say self-reliant?


Nah. Mischievous. While I was at my parents house last week he was beyond upset that I interrupted his play time, outside, WITH cousins, to take a nap. How dare I? Well he showed me by learning how to climb out of the pack and play and refusing to take a nap.


His new found hiding spot. The thing is, before I took this picture, he crouched his little head down so that you really could not see him.


I wish I were little again and things, like boxes, could make me so happy and entertain me for an hour.


Or making a box car for a drive in for Anna's Primary activity. She was dead set on the colors she wanted for the car, wheels, and the whole lay out. I told her we could buy purple paint, but that is where I draw the line. I was not about to go out and spend money on things to decorate a box. I'm such a nice mom, huh?


Hey, she was still happy with the outcome.


We went to the Book Of Mormon exhibit at the church's museum. Evan had the most fun with the food. Maybe that explains why he is 30lbs. Look at his cheesy smile. It kills me every time.


You know what else kills me? Kids who are unattended at these places. This kid hogged BOTH fishing lines and wouldn't share. Mind you, he is like 10. After about 10 minutes of Anna waiting patiently (well, as patiently as a 4 year old waits) I was like, 'Hey kid, I think your turn is up. Other kids (besides just Anna) want a turn too'. He was willing to give up a little space and 1 of the poles. His mom finally comes by, says 'How ya doin?' He says' Good' and she walks away. Lame sauce.


But I do recommend the exhibit. The kids had a blast.

Oh and remember that time when I was waiting in line at the pharmacy and I gave my kid a sour war head and took pictures of his reaction? I do. It was great. Too bad the pharmacist thought I was crazy. Here's your meds lady. TAKE THEM. And get out of here.


My kids also kept the employees at my physical therapists entertained with the pictures they would draw for them and the things they would say. This is the view I get to look at all too often.


This is my bruised IT band. Could I be any more tan?!



I kept working through it. I was allowed 4 miles. I ran with discomfort, but no pain. Yay! So they said I could 8 miles on Saturday (this was several Saturdays ago). I did. And then couldn't walk. At all. For a day. Since then I can't run a half a mile without extreme pain. So the marathon is no more. Don't worry, I just drowned my sorrows with the yummiest homemade banana cream pie.



Today I didn't go to the gym in the morning before the kids got up, like I usually do, so I told Anna she could watch Cyberchase while I did a video and Evan napped. Anna kept asking when I was going to exercise and I told her I didn't know. That I needed some motivation. To which we have the following conversation:

Anna: 'Huh? What's motivation?'
Me: 'Sometimes I just don't have the energy to make myself exercise'
Anna: 'Well then, maybe you should hold your breath and puff out your cheeks. Like this'

Me: 'Why should I do that?'
Anna: 'So you don't let your air out'
Me: 'Okay. Why don't I want to let my air out?'
Anna: 'Cause if you don't let your air out, then you you won't be using any energy'
Me: 'Seriously?!' I am laughing now.
Anna: 'Just go run on the treadmill mom!'
Me: 'Anna, I haven't ran in days and days cause my knee hurts when I run. Remember?'
Anna: In a very obvious/duh voice, 'Then just walk'