and there you have it…



sacreligious? nah

Disregard my messy room as I follow around our latest little American Idol contestant (not that I even watch that show). But don’t disregard the poop talk, that’s why you come here, is it not? I have disappointed on that front for a while. Many apologies. But now you are getting poop talk mixed with the Bible, that’s pure sacrilegious gold, am I right? Don’t give me that look, God laughed.

I haven’t subjected you all to videos of my adorable children (unbiased opinion!) in a while so enjoy the crap out of this one, pun intended!

click here! now! do it! you know you want to!

Side note when I finally did give in to his demands to ‘see it mommy’ at the end, he found his own poop singing quite hilarious. Wish I could have recorded that.

good morning

Mornings are a wild card around here. You never can tell what things are going to be like upon waking. Most mornings are filled with various iterations of  ‘shut that one up quick before s/he wakes the others!’ It’s a fragile calm, and we work as hard as our morning brains can manage to keep the sleeping children asleep as long as possible.

Jena was up at 5 recently, which is unfortunately not all that uncommon in these teething days. Neil brought her to bed for me to nurse because that will usually lull her back to sleepy land for another hour. Occasionally we are really lucky and it takes us until daylight hours.

Grant was in our bed already as he had climbed over both of us some time in the night, who knows when, as neither of us woke when he did it. So I have a kid on one side snoring in my ear, another kid on the other side nursing, and just as she rolls over and goes back to sleep Jacob wakes up to eat. At this point I’m already sandwiched in, and there’s no space left, so I turn around to put my head at the foot of the bed where the little feet don’t reach yet. Neil brings in Jacob and just as he’s falling into the nursing coma we hear a little voice.

winkle winkle ittle sars

ow i waaaa waaaa arrr

c d e f g

q r s t u v

winkle winkle ittle sars

And even though it woke everybody up, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

time will change your heart

I’m sitting on the floor playing blocks with Jena and Jacob and I have Jewel (my iPod) playing through the stereo. It’s been playing for a while with no response when all of a sudden Jena looks up.

Jena: Mommy was dat song?

Me: That’s blindside Jena

Jena: binside

Me: Why? Do you like that song?

Jena: YEAH!

God I love this kid.

Here’s the song she liked. Sorry it’s not an actual video, but you still get to hear the song.

Rock on Jena. Rock on.

what was that again? oh…yay! got it.

Jena’s learning real songs these days. Though you have to be Sherlock Holmes to determine the song. For this video my best guess on lyrics is ‘Jesus Loves me,’ but I can’t quite place the tune. She is however she is very proud of herself at the end, and I must say…I am too.

Anybody want to play interpreter? I’d love to hear your guesses on the words that are coming out of her mouth.

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