Sorry it's been so long since my last post. We've had a busy couple of weeks, although none of it has been exciting. Just the regular millions of things to do. It's funny to watch kids grow up and start saying grown up things. Evan and Alli have started saying things like "this is delicious" and they've discovered that when they don't want to answer a question or do what I tell them, a good response is "I don't feel good." Sunday, my uncle Tom, my dad's twin brother, was at church with us, and when we asked Alli who he was (because he looks exactly like my dad), she simply said, "I don't feel good." On the other hand, Drew has picked up all these little expressions at school, but it's funny because she doesn't quite know how to use them. For example, the other day I told her to put her book bag away, and as she was getting up to do it, she said, "You can say that again." She also told me that she has a friend at school who is getting on her nerves because she keeps trying to be "popular." When I asked her what she was doing to be popular, she said that she keeps saying "Holla," which for anyone who may not know is an incredibly annoying slang version of "Holler back." or "Call me later," or something. I've also decided that being a parent drives logical, intelligent adults to insanity, not simply for the fact that you walk around singing "Elmo's song," or find yourself at the dinner table telling 2-year-olds to put their underwear back on (things you never thought you'd say at the dinner table), but because one sign of insanity is that you do the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome. My children have made me insane because I say the same thing over and over (don't play in the toilet, stay out of my make up, etc.) and I expect them to do it every time, and I actully get upset that they don't, even though they never have in the past. It reminds me of that old tootsie pop commercial where the kid is trying to find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop, and nobody knows because they always end up biting it. Well I wonder how many times a parent says the same thing over and over before the kid actually does it on their own. The world may never know.
By the way, you can tell it's been a busy week because there aren't many pictures. This picture of Alli is her showing off her busted lip. Nobody told me there was a main artery in you bottom lip, but aparently there is because when it's hit it bleeds profusely and you'll be convinced that your child just knocked out half their teeth. This picture of the kids sleeping cracked me up. They all sleep in the same room and then the other room is a play room. Andy built a trundle bed for Evan, which people have referred to as a drawer. Poor Evan for having to sleep in a drawer. Anyways, one night I was at school and Andy got called out to work, so his dad came over and watched the kids. Evan and Alli convinced him that Evan is supposed to sleep on the little fold out couch, so he put the couch up on the bed for Evan to sleep on. And then there's Drew with her leg flopped over the edge. Pay no attention to the mutilated mini-blind in the background. This is me and the kids killing time in the car while Andy ran into a store, and then me and Drew one night when I actually took time to fix up. It doesn't happen very often so we had to capture it on film.